#oc: dawn dehart

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Nightshade a Marvel Cinematic Universe fanfiction

by: @raging-violets - Riley

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Nightshade - A Spider-Man: Homecoming / MCU fanfic

Dawn DeHart loves her parents more than anything. Her mother is her best friend, they tell each other everything. And her father supports her interest in academics–how else would she end up at the Midtown School of Science and Technology?–so much so that they think she’s the perfect person to join their organization that aids young students interested in STEM on their inventions and innovations. She had no idea it was a front for an organization to design and build weapons to the biggest bidder in an arms dealer black market.

Until she does.

Until they explain that it’s a way for them to protect themselves and others from those that had supernatural powers.

“You saw what they’re calling, “The Hulk”, did to New York.”

“Captain America isn’t a superhuman, he’s a weapon; a war criminal.”

And there was the matter of a Spider-Man who was running around, making it harder for them to let their protective measures be released to the public. No one else but Adrian Toomes understood their motives, so why not partner up and ensure the distribution of their weapons.

They just needed to get Spider-Man out of the way.

And that’s where Dawn came in. With a blackened heart and the image that all the Avengers were the reason life in New York was constantly in danger, Dawn takes on the mantle of Nightshade to use powerful new weapons and suit to let Spider-Man know how much he was hurting–not helping–the city.

It’s too bad she didn’t know it was Peter Parker, the school’s wallflower that suddenly seemed to catch her eye after he received that Stark Internship...the same internship he beat her out for.

Coming Soon

Tag List: @foxesandmagic @witchofinterest @cassercole @whindsor @sgtbuckyybarnes @isaaclahys

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Thank youuu!!! Both pictures are awesome!! And work very well with what we've got planned for them!! Thank you for thinking of us!!

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🎂 IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY! 🎂:: @purple-and-red-ribbons

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Night and Day Series: Dawn DeHart, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds

“To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone, and a funny bone.”

Dawn Tag List: @cassercole @sgtbuckyybarnes @isaaclahys @whindsor

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Dawter + Forever

Dawn Tag List: @cassercole @sgtbuckyybarnes @isaaclahys @whindsor

@ocexnpoet

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Diary + dawn!

A/N: Getting this prompt is what made me think to, potentially, have all of Dawn’s story in the form of a diary. This was the first one that came to mind so its a sort of sneak peek for the turning point of the story, I guess.

Dear Diary,

I don’t understand why everyone loves the Avengers so much. Why everyone thinks they’re protecting the city. They’re destroying it. How many times in the last six years have we had some sort of a big action-packed, movie-like scene play out on our streets? How many times have we had to suddenly drop everything and evacuate to the safest places we could find in seconds before some large, green monster came flying through the windows, showering you with shards of glass and, I don’t know, potentially killing someone?

How many times do we have to try and rebuild everything we lost just for it to be broken down again? Okay, I guess Tony freaking Stark has the money to fix everything in short order, but this is our home. It’s not something that you can just rebuild and rebuild and rebuild and hope its the same. People have moved away, businesses have shut down, people have been killed and they don’t care...unless it’s one of ‘their own’.

Try living with what I live with...and having to evacuate all the time, having to constantly change doctors because their offices keep being destroyed, because the damage to surrounding buildings keep shutting down, because the trucks carrying my medicine and other medical supplies are always being fought on or end up being collateral damage in those stupid car chases and things we see on the news.

I see it all from my bed--re: the living room couch, I can only go so far when a flareup happens, mom and dad insisted so that I don’t get too tired.

The Sokovia Accords would be the best thing for us if they signed it. They have to sign it. If not, then, well...what kind of heroes are they?

My parents say the Avengers and everyone associated with them should be put on trial for their crimes. Peter and Ned, two guys from my class, say they’re helping to save the city, like that Spider-Man guy who’s been running around. (If you ask me, Spider-Man doesn’t know what he’s doing; he’s botched things more than he’s helped them. I mean, have you seen the footage from that bank vestibule?)

My parents say its only a matter of time until the world sees what the Avengers are really like; and my parents would never lie to me.

xx Dawn

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AAAAH!!!

I really love this!

It actually works as well as what I imagined but could never do! Thanks again, thanks so much for doing this!

The juxtaposition of the two being colored a bit darker from the brighter color of the background is amazing. Your own touch on thus made it so much better than I could ever imagine.

Alicia, you're amazing at making edits! I always love seeing it all come across my dash and I'm glad you're continuing with it!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Nightshade Cover – Spiderman

Request by @purple-and-red-ribbons

Okay, so this actually ended up looking more like a mix between MY spiderman cover and my TVD cover than the bloodlines one but I really liked how it turned out. That being said, if you don’t like it then feel free to tell me and I’ll try making something more akin to your taste.

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❛ how many times do i have to say it until you understand? ❜ for whoever you want???

How many times do i have to say it until you understand? / Prompt / Dawn DeHart x Peter Parker

A/N: This was supposed to be an angst prompt but I got more inspiration as a fluffy one, though it’s sorta angsty at the end, I guess? So here you go.

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Dawn rolled her eyes, leaning against Peter’s locker. She watched as he stood at the window on the other side of the hallway, staring at her with wide eyes. “Do you need me to say it again?” She asked.

Peter nodded slowly. “Yeah, I-I think you’ll need to run it by me again.” He brought his hand up to cover his mouth, eyebrows creasing into a ‘V’ to show she had his utmost attention. “I’m listening.

She sighed, shook her head. Her red waves bounced around ehr shoulders. “How many times do I have to say it until you understand?” She teased. Peter made a non-committal squeaking sound, waving his hand about. “Okay.” Dawn stood upright, used both of her hands to brush her hair back from her face. Held her palms out toward Peter. “We’ve got some homework we need to work on, right?”

“Right, yeah, yeah. You know, that…stuff we’re given at the end of every day.”

“And May’s going to be gone later tonight, right?” Dawn pressed.

Peter started to nod, looking very closely to a bobble head. “Yeah, I mean, she’s got this thing, this meeting. This meeting thing. That’ll k-keep her busy.”

“Okay. So, I want to come over to work on our homework.” Dawn raised her eyebrows implicitly, hoping, this time he’d get the point that it wouldn’t take either of them long to finish their homework and they’d have more time for other activities.

“While May’s gone?”

He seemed to be getting it.

“Right.”

“Yeah.” Peter took a few steps toward her. He cleared his throat, folded his arms. “That, that sounds like it’d be okay. Sounds nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” Dawn closed the gap between them and gave him a quick peck on the cheeks. “Sounds like a plan.” She looped her arm through Peter’s and guided the two through the hallway, smiling at the still-shocked faces of their classmates as they went, Flash muttering a, “What does he have that I don’t have?” incredulously as they went. She took a peek at Peter, seeing he was smiling.

As they walked, she felt the hilt of the dagger tucked into her knee-high boots rub against her leg with each step she took.

It was one of her good days. They came few and far between. She wasn’t going to ruin it.

Dawn Tag: @cassercole @sgtbuckyybarnes @isaaclahys @ocexnpoet

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What would your OCs be doing if they lived through COVID-19?

Riley: All of my OCs, save for Dawn, would be perfectly fine with it. They’d self-quarantine, isolate, whatever needed to be safe. Dawn, on the other hand, would have more to worry about. She has a chronic illness and everyday life is already hard for her, if she gets an infection, it’ll be even worse. But…she still has the need to enact revenge on the Avengers and Spider-Man so…she may not sit back and continue journaling.

Rhuben: Bo (Riverdale) would hate it. She loves being outdoors and in the town of Riverdale amongst it’s people. She’d quickly go crazy being stuck indoors because she knows her parents wouldn’t be home so it would just be herself - and she feels she’s already worn out her welcome with the Muggs family. Plus, her familial income would face a big hit with so few people taking up the opportunities of smaller group of actovitids for thwir outdoor company.

Issi (Narnia) would be half ok with it and half not. She’s used to the routine of work and friends and school, but at the same time with bomb threats, she knows how to hunker down in one spot. However, with her aspirations to join the medical field, she’d be trging to get as much information about it (how mang are sick, the symptoms, what measures are being put in place) as possible.

As much as Averey (The Flash / Criminal Minds) loves to travel, she’s a homebody at heart - despite being considered essential personnel, knowing she’d still be going to work. Nothing beats un-interrupted family time for her. With all the streaming services and ebooks available, she’d ride out COVID no problem.

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I don’t know if I’m going to post it anytime soon (or at this point at all) but for this one, I’m going to talk about Dawn DeHart’s story Nightshade.

I’m seriously contemplating having a lot of her story, if not all of it, being seen through the eyes of her diary. It would be a very difficult means of telling a complete story when it’d only be from her eyes and her biases but I’ve thought about it and am heavily leaning toward it. You see, with Dawn’s lupus, she spends a lot of time with her flareups outside of school. So she writes a lot in her journals and diaries; her thoughts and things she sees during the day.

Things become more interesting when she starts to write about SHIELD, the Avengers, her relationship with her parents, her slow hatred towards the Avengers, and becoming Nightshade all the while being a regular teenage girl. Seeing that slow change through the eyes of her diary is what I think would be great, but I’m not too sure that the execution would go as well as I’d like. Here’s an excerpt from one of them.

Dear Diary,

Today is the day I kill Spider-Man.

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Avengers Endgame + Dawter

Dawn hadn’t felt anything like that pain in her life.

She had become used to pain with the lupus flare ups, with the aching and constant reminder that she wasn’t as strong as she’d hoped to be. No matter how much she pushed herself forward she wasn’t strong enough.

Until she was.

Until she was Nightshade and she could break through everything. Break through the pain of everything that had held her back for years. She was strong. She could handle it. She could win.

But she’d never felt anything like that pain in her life.

Never felt anything like watching Peter as he struggled to speak. Like watching Peter fall to his knees, hand outstretched towards the closest thing to keep him upright. Like watching as Tony trembled as he held onto the young boy who’s voice cracked--betraying his age--as he desperately tried to hold on, despite his lower body slowly and surely crumbling to dust. Like watching Peter’s eyes shift from Tony to Dawn, apologetic.

“I’m sorry.”

Dawn hadn’t felt anything like that pain in her life; the pain of her heart completely breaking, watching as Peter’s body crumbled to dust and drifted out over the dusty plains of the distant planet.

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Is there a book that is important to your current muse(s)? Is there a reason for it? - from, Foxesandmagic

Riley: Dawn’s favorite book is her diary. She’s written in a journal/diary since she first started to go to the hospital and doctors’ office as she and her parents worked to diagnose her issues. She has so many of them that are filled and she loves to go back and re-read her old troubles, worries, and wishes as the years go on. They do start to go dark when she has an outlet to talk about her hatred of the Avengers, though…

Rhuben: Averey’s favorite book is Les Miserables. It wasn’t so much important to her as she had been assigned to read it in school, though she did really enjoy it. Though later on in life, she did grow to find a connection between herself and Jean Valjean - recognizing that despite everything she’s done in life she can still do good and help everyone else around her.

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🖊 🖊 - each of you choose a random oc!

Dawn: She’s the antagonist of her story.

Verity: Her best subjects are Charms and Care of Magical Creatures

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★ and ★

Riley: Dawn DeHart, as Nightshade, is a villain. Full stop. Like, this is the first time I’m really, truly writing someone as a villain that will stay a villain. (I originally intended this to be Brielle until I found a better story of hers to tell). And I’m really, really excited about it.

Rhuben: I’ll do my Narnia OC; Issi Winters.

Issi’s role of being a scout for the Pevensies came about when they discovered the maps and sketches of terrain she had drawn when working with the secret Narnian resistance. She got the idea for it when her father was returned from war, and had brought with him pocket drawings he sketched of daily life at war.

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Cadence hates the texture of suede and velvet. She will cringe whenever feeling it.

Dawn once got her leg stuck behind her head and has had a fear of tight spaces ever since

Brielle can't sing to save her life and its to everyone's displeasure that, despite it, she loves to sing.

Stacey Segal's favorite food is cereal. She'll even forgoe going to restaurants for cereal.

Brady tugs on his ear when he's tired, a habit he's had since he was a baby.

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peter/dawn + “Don’t yell at me.”

Dawn reacted the moment she realized her bedroom door was opening. Her legs flailed beneath the sheets tangled around her legs as she worked to pull them up to cover herself and simultaneously free herself form them.

“Peter!” She cried.

Peter smiled sheepishly, crossing the threshold to her room, seemingly not noticing her attempts to hide herself. “I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly. “I know you don”t like to be seen when you’re sick.” Dawn flashed him an exasperated glance. “But, don’t yell at me until you hear me out.”

He crossed the room to her and thrust out the gift he hid behind his back with so much gusto that Dawn flinched, then laughed to herself, making Peter laugh in response.

Then she noticed the gift and turned it this way and that in her hands. Stared at it, eyes growing wide in amusement, excitement, and confusion. "A flowerpot?"

"Well, yeah," Peter replied. He cleared his throat, bringing up his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Because, well, it’s kind of like us.”

“We’re lot a mound of dirt?”

“No, like babies.”

Dawn snorted, her eyes roving over Peter’s face. “You might be,” she pointed out. “You’re the only person I know who still gets the kid’s menu.” She smiled teasingly at him, despite how horrible she felt.

Peter laughed quietly. “I mean...the flower...it’s like our relationship,” he said. “If we take the time to care for it; water it, give it light, talk to it then, then it'll be strong when it grows." He chanced a glance at her before looking away. “I mean, uh, I know how much you like to garden, and, uh, to look at flowers when you’re not feeling well so...”

"You came up with this?” Dawn asked.

Peter nodded. “Yeah, I did."

"By yourself?" She teased, certain that May had something to do with it.

"By myself.” He smiled like a proud kid showing their parent a good grade on a test.

Dawn’s face illuminated, looking closer at the pot of soil in her hands. There she was, looking at another week on bed rest due to a flare up and he went and did something as sweet as that? "What is it?”

"A Sunflower," he smiled brightly when Dawn lifted her gaze and smiled at him.

She understood the meaning behind it. Was touched he remembered how much she loved them. How she used it as a means to keep going. As a reminder of the best parts life had to offer. She became even more touched when he added, as if an afterthought, "I have one too."

Dawn set her flower pot on her desk and knelt next to it. She pressed her lips to it, both herself and the flowerpot perfectly bathed in sunlight. Dawn leaned back on her heels and said, “Don’t let it die.”

Peter moved next to her, lowering himself to the ground and looped his arms around his knees. Leaned against her. He studied the side of her face, said quietly, “I won’t.”