#interrogation (polls)

[valiantphantomangel]

The vigilante

A/n: here it is! I hope y'all enjoy the read!

Oxygen inflated your lungs, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you ran through the streets of London, the sounds of fast approaching footsteps thundered behind you.

You were a vigilante who just moved with her parents to London and all was good... Until you met him tonight.

A silhouette draped in a white almost bandage like suit suddenly dropped down in front of you, the white cape following after the stranger.

"You're going to have to come with me" An American accent came from behind the mask.

"What do you want?" You asked from behind your own mask.

"Just the identity of a new vigilante in town"

You immediately knew that you couldn't let that happen, if he saw that you were still a kid he would never take you seriously.

"I can't give you that, I'm sorry" you said as you turned around to run away from him.

He however had predicted this kind of move and intercepted you halfway, throwing you over his shoulder and having such a death grip on your legs that you knew you weren't getting out soon.

"Let me down!" You yelled as you turned and twisted to try and get out of his grip but even with your enhanced strength you weren't a match against him.

"Calm down" The Moon Knight said as he carried you across a few blocks and into what seems like an apartment block.

He opened a door and quite literally threw you onto a chair before tying your arms onto the armrests.

"Come on man this isn't necessary" you groaned as you tugged on your wrists.

"Until you tell me who you are you ain't leaving that chair" he said as his mask disappeared.

"Wait a second I know you! I saw you at a gift shop in a museum!" You exclaimed.

"Well now it's only fair if you tell me who you are since you know who I am" he said as he walked towards you.

"Nope not happening"

"Listen here you wannabe vigilante, when someone who is stronger then you wants to know something from you, you listen" he growled as he put his hands on your shoulders to glare down at you.

But that glare dissolved as a shaky giggle flipped over your lips from when his gloved fingers fluttered past your neck.

He seemed to be listening to something before turning towards you with a smirk.

"Are you ticklish, little vigilante?" He teased as his fingers once again fluttered against the sides of your neck.

"N-no" you stuttered as you suppressed your giggles.

"No? That little giggle of you suggests something else" he grinned as he expertly ghosted his fingertips over the exposed part of your shoulders.

Giggles slipped past your lips before you could stop them and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

"That's what I thought" he smirked before suddenly tasering your sides.

Your body jolted forward as a howl of laughter ripped through your lungs, feet kicking against the floor.

"STOPHIHIHI ITHHAHAHHA" You screamed through your laughter, suddenly very grateful that your mask could only be removed by you otherwise he would have pulled it off a long time ago.

"Until you tell me who you are, I ain't stopping" he grinned as he spidered over your ribs. Blast you for having a skin tight suit.

You shrieked in laughter as you fought against your bonds.

"Come on, it's not that hard. I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours"

You shook your head and he immediately redoubled his efforts, every spot he could find was being mercilessly tickled, your sensitivity not helping one bit.

After minutes of unending torture you couldn't take it anymore "Y/N! AHHAHAHAHHAHA THAT'S MY NAMEHIHIHIHIHI"

He stopped slowly before grinning "Now was that so hard, I'm Marc"

"I would say pleasure to meet you but my mother taught me not to lie" you huffed with couldn't stop the stupid smile on your lips.

"You're a cheeky little thing aren't you?" Marc chuckled as he leaned against the wall opposite of you.

"Can't stop my personality now can I"

"Now take off your mask" he demanded after a short second. The playfulness leaving his voice but that wasn't the strange thing.

It was how his accent changed to a spanish one.

"I'm bound" you stated.

He glared for a second before coming over and cutting the ropes around your wrists.

You stretched your arms before slowly pulling off your mask.

His expression changed to a surprised one "maldito infierno your just a kid"

"I am not a kid" you bit back

He raised his hands in surrender but continued to look at you.

After minutes of you two just staring at each other it started to freak you out a little, his facial expressions stayed completely cold.

"Jake stop it your scaring her" A man with a English accent said and your head snapped at the sound.

There in the mirror was man, the exact copy of the solid man in front of you.

"What the fuck!" You shouted your eyes wide as you stood up from the chair.

Jake looked from you to the man in the mirror.

"You can see him?"

"Of course i can" you said as you mind started to think of a way to escape.

"No one else can see us except for us" The man in the mirror said as Marc appeared next to him "Shut it Steven!"

"That doesn't make any sense" you said as you inched towards the window. All three of them to busy discussing how you could see them.

"She shouldn't be able to see us" Marc said as he ran a hand through his brown hair.

"Yes i know that but the question is what are we going to do with her, she knows all of us now" Steven told the other two and as if on que turned to you where you just managed to get the window open.

"It's been great but I've got to go" You grinned before jumping out of the window.

Jake ran to the window and looked down, expecting to see you crash onto the ground but saw something else entirely.

A web shot from your wrist as you flung yourself into the air before disappearing into the busy city.

"We have got to catch that kid" Jake thought out loud as he turned to the other two.

Marc took control of the body and grabbed his phone, searching a number.

"And I know just the man for the job" He smirked.

The number of Peter Parker ringing.

[lewis-winters]

I still remember that poll I did where I was like "who's the bigger war criminal speirs or snafu?" and then speirs won.

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 137

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[floral-comet-whump]

hello my 22 followers please vote what you'd like the first thing I write to be

(ppl that don't follow me are obviously allowed to as well I just think saying "hello my 22 followers" is funny)

edit: followup to results on third day

these are mainly just character establishing moments!! if walenty is doing the whumpering I'll probably go to one of those fantasy name generators and randomize a few picrews and nekas to get an idea of a character because the whumpee being named "whumpee" while the whumper gets a name is awkward to me

I REACHED 30 TAGS!!! I love tagmaxxing this better reach so many ppl

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

What do you plan to do if a character is under 18, but not considered a minor, such as if they're of a different species? Or if whether they're a minor or not isn't clear in the media they're from? Or if the media indicates that the character has had sex despite being a minor? Or if the character is from a world with different laws? Or if the character has been affected by time travel? Or if the idea of age doesn't make sense for talking about the character? Or if the ideas of bedding, wedding, or beheading don't make sense for talking about the character?

Wing it.

For the last question, sometimes it’s bed wed behead anyway but it’s up to the voters to figure out what that means.

Otherwise, see the Different Answers tag for different poll answers.

[ano-po]

Poll for my fellow Filipinos on tumblr ☺️

[moxirshappyplace]

If I were to rewrite treeangle-bread I think I'd make Claw a supporting character adjacent to the veiwers(collective) it was rather difficult trying to affix a storyline through anons in all their unpredictable silliness. Claw would be so much less lonely with a bunch of blob rats around anywho!

[pollsnatural]

*The second question cannot be turned into a poll. So, if you want, please write your answers in the tags.

[penguicorns-are-cool]

quickly cuase I accidentally procrastinated on this and need 10 people

please explain in notes

[black-and-yellow]

this is not a loaded question i am just curious

[noirineverysense]

Claw's detective agency part eleven

masterlist

He had marched toward the office of a man who could do far worse than kill him without a plan. That was his first mistake.

His second was assuming the Professor would be alone. Like his designation states, he was a professor at a university. A professor of ethics of all things. He could have found people to work with, perhaps some staff or some post-grad students, no-one Claw thought should be worth worrying about if that man had managed to make friends.

Needless to say, he’d been surprised to find Rifle standing guard at the office door.

“Claw? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same, Rifle. In fact, I demand it.”

Rifle barks out a laugh. “You don’t tell me shit about anything, even things I ought to know about and now you think you can ‘demand’ answers from me. I know you hate the Professor but you sure do sound a lot like him.”

“Fuck you.” Claw growls, surprising himself with the sudden venom in his voice.

“Touchy, are we?” Rifle’s lips purse and his voice is high and mocking. “But I don’t really care what you have it in for him. He told me he’ll tell me everything you hid from me if I work for him for a bit, which is a far better deal than you ever cut in for me.”

Claw lets out a heavy sigh. Perhaps part of this was his own doing. Still, he had hoped Rifle would have enough insight to not do something as dumb as this.

If anything, it proved him right. If telling Rifle even a bit about his past led to him going right back to the Professor, he was better off not knowing.

‘That’s not your decision to make!’ A voice that sounds like Talon yells in his mind. He ignores it.

“Rifle, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. You always were as stupid as you are tall.”

Rifle roared and threw his six foot and then some self at him and after a brief scuffle, Talon was always the better fighter out of the two of them, Rifle muscled him into a chair and pulled out some rope. Seemed like the Professor had known he was coming.

That was unfortunate and unsurprising.

There was some dust on the rope that wraps around him, it was an odd grey colour. Though he isn't given much time to ponder over it.

“You thought you could spring on me Isaiah,” the familiar, patronising tone carried itself through the doorway from the hall. “The classic catch a suspect off guard and they’ll be more likely to talk? You have a small mind and that makes you a wonderful pet, but a terrible detective.”

Claw shivered at the voice as he watches the man who had haunted him for so long stroll easily into the room while he struggled against the rope, helpless, like a fly that could see the spider coming but was already caught in the web. Rifle stood by the door, he supposed he couldn’t bet on any help arriving. Not yet anyway.

He hadn’t been thinking straight when he came here alone. He could admit that much.

“I just wanted a friendly chat that’s all. Maybe over tea? I think we could leave the unpleasantness until after some earl grey.”

The professor smiles with teeth, “And I think I prefer a more direct approach.”

Then he grips the armrests of the chair Claw was tied to and leans in slowly until they were face to face.

“Now, what was it you wanted to ask?”

Claw grits his teeth but keeps his tone even. “I don’t suppose you could tell me where Pewtree is being held could you?”

His captor scoffed, his hands thrown in the air in an exaggerated gesture. Claw notices the same grey dust on them.

“Well, you always were forward weren’t you, Isaiah? But no, it’s a little too early for that. I’ve invested a little too much to see this undone.”

Then he laughs a little, “You might be surprised that I’m admitting I’m involved but I’m sure you’ve deduced that much in your little detective game so I won’t offend you by pretending.”

Somehow, he didn’t believe that the Professor was particularly concerned with offending him. He could tell the play though; you give some information to hide the rest. Not that Claw was in any position to demand any information at all.

Still, arrogance was his specialty.

“Investment, you say? A financial one, I presume. As the one who previously was in charge of your finances, I’d wager you wouldn’t be involved with anything as risky as this unless you were expecting big returns.”

“You speak as though you were anything more to me than a pet gone astray. Believe me Isaiah, you weren’t.”

He did believe it, maybe a younger him had believed he was more, they were more. But nothing a man should learn more than when to know his loyalties are misplaced.

Perhaps he knew the truth but believed he could have always left if he wanted, even if he still felt like he was being suffocated for that decision all these years later.

“You speak as though this doesn’t say far more about your character than it does about mine.”

The Professor’s eyes narrow and there was a familar yet dangerous glint to them that Claw knew could only spell trouble.

“Still as insolent as ever. You forget your place. Though I am more than happy to remind you.”

He nods at Rifle and Claw’s brow furrow in confusion before his former friend steps in front of him with a hammer. A fucking hammer.

“If your legs don’t remind you of where you belong then you don’t need them.” The Professor’s smile is thin as he talks.

Rifle pulls up Claw’s pressed trouser leg before driving the hammer hard into where the brand was as if it was a nail, the pain was immediate and excruciating and Claw couldn’t bite back the scream.

Through the agony, he notices Rifle wincing when the bone shattered, well late sympathy was better than never he supposed.

The Professor starts to go on one of his long rants, Claw was aware that he was imagining himself more as a Shakespearian actor reciting a soliloquy for the pleasure of others than a man rambling to whoever was unfortunate enough to be nearby.

His head hung low, pain making him gasp and cough unable to catch his breath, but he refused his mind to shut. A skill that Talon might believe he didn’t possess was knowing when to shut up. Though there was a part of him that wanted to beg for help, he had a job to do. He needed to listen.

“-Tiger is an efficient worker even if he is an idiot, told the men to take everything they could find. The stolen loot is quite the-”

“Loot? Not Pewtree himself though?”

The professor stops talking and narrowed his eyes. Claw had got something and he wasn’t about to let go of his catch.

“And I suppose the painting of Argyll was a nice find, easy enough to get without entering the main halls.”

“What are you- ”

“Tiger is known for getting people to scrape gold out of old computer chips, yet the extensive gold and silver furnishings of the halls were remarkably untouched.”

The Professor grinds his teeth.

“They didn’t get in through the hallway, nor even through the door, did they? They went another way, that’s why they weren’t spotted. And this second passageway, would be a perfect place to store a kidnapping victim, wouldn’t it. You wouldn’t have to worry about transporting him out.”

The grey dust suddenly made sense. He can hear the click of information slotting together like a jigsaw.

The professor reaches for Claw, placing a hand on his neck as a warning. Claw’s heart races at the familiar gesture but continues regardless, “And if you left a singular person in charge of the victim, it was less likely that person would be caught because they wouldn’t leave the scene of the crime if no-one knew where it even was. Would be easy enough to sneak them in with the rest of the grunts and your business partner would be none the wiser.”

Claw made a show of humming in thought, “And this second passageway would be...” He could see veins bulging at the Professor’s temple. It was a satisfying sight even as the hand closed around his neck.

“Tell me Thomas, do you remember the fifth of November?”

The Professor snaps punching Claw in the jaw and Claw’s head whips back.

“How do you know that name?” The man growls out.

“Oh, that.” Claw answers boredly, head still tilted up to the white-tiled ceiling, quietly enjoying the other man finally losing his cool amidst the pain radiating from his chin.

“I looked through some files back when we worked together. I was keeping tabs on you too.”

He pulled his head forward, meeting the Professor’s eyes with a grin that made his chin hurt more, “Not such a bad detective, am I?”

The Professor roared and drove the hammer straight into Claw’s abdomen and bowled over with a grunt. The pain from his shattered leg seemed to intensify.

But through the pain, Claw knew he won.

[breadsoup00]

☆ I’m Bea/Atlas/Moony !!

★ bsd is my special interest ! (favs are louisa nd dazai)

☆ 14 , aroace moon/bambi lesbian , pangender .

★ basic dni criteria !

☆ it/fae/nyx/vamp/doll .

[befuddled-calico-whump]

INTERROGATOR MY BELOVED YOU DO DESERVE A BREAK YOU WORK SO HARD 🫦😍🫦😍🫦😍 *completely infatuated*

I love how divided people are on the Interrogator ahahaha, either a simp or wants to murder them (/pos)