#sleeper agent

[jasontheaxolotl]

You’ve just awakened the sleeper agent in me that remembers these FUCKING STOOLS

[edith-is-dead]

at your service (day 9 + 10 of bunbot's hypnovember :p)

[itswilliamleonard]

hard to be a dad

[doesanineteenhit]

I have a specific need for an Adaine centric fic that lives in my head, so instead of telepathically sending brain waves out into the world hoping they reach the fic writers imma try my hand at it myself. Wish me luck out there I'm joining the fray

[captainfairygodmother]

Calling all Torchwood fans...

[oliversrarebooks]

Augusnippets Day 8: Found Family

Masterlist

tw: sleeper agent, discussion of sensory deprivation torture

"Could you move any slower?"

"I'm trying to keep up. Being locked away for eight years didn't really help my physical endurance," grumbled Cassandra.

Bri was impatiently pacing around her. "I get that, but seriously, if you were walking any slower, you'd be going backwards."

"There's not really anything I can --" Cassandra jumped out of her skin as her phone rang, then again when she saw who it was.

She shouldn't pick up. She really shouldn't. But he might slip and offer her a clue about his pursuit. She swiped to answer.

"Hello, sunshine."

Cassandra glared at the phone, as though her handler -- former handler -- could see her. "That's not going to work on me over the phone. You know that."

"I do know that. But I bet it's got you on edge anyway," said that infuriatingly smug voice.

Her hand hovered over the disconnect button, wondering why she even picked it up in the first place.

"Listen, Cassie. We both know how this is going to end," he said. "You know you're not going to escape, not for very long. I'm already close to closing in on you. And every day you're away, I'm going to add another day of sensory dep to your punishment."

She only wavered for a second. She'd already been gone for five days. The longest she had ever been in sensory dep was a week, and she'd been a complete wreck for a long time afterwards.

But if she did manage to escape, she'd never have to do that again, and that would make this all worth it. It had to. She punched the disconnect button and fought the urge to fling the whole phone into the path of an oncoming car.

"Did he say sensory dep?" said Bri.

"Oh, you heard that?" said Cassandra. She really hadn't wanted to explain this to Bri, knowing that her unlikely bodyguard would find her pathetic for being so spooked by such a small thing. "It was part of my training, locking me in sensory deprivation for days on end to develop my psychic powers. But I hated it so much they started using it as punishment for me too." She shrugged, hoping her fear wasn't obvious. "It's not a big deal."

But Bri actually looked disturbed. "They locked you in sensory deprivation for days? How the hell did that not drive you out of your mind?"

"I mean… it was part of training, so I had ways to deal with it…"

"That's fucked up," she said, and seemed to mean it.

Before Cassandra could respond, Bri's phone rang. She looked at it, frowning.

"It's your handler."

Cassandra's eyes went wide. How did they know Bri? "Don't pick it up!"

But Bri had already answered. "Hello?"

"Hello, Bri," said her handler's smooth voice. "'Hello, sunshine' is Cassandra's trigger phrase. If you say it to her in person, she'll be under our control again, and come walking straight back to us."

Every muscle in Cassandra's body tensed as she prepared to run. She had nowhere to go, and Bri would easily catch up to her, but she had to try.

"Why are you telling me this?" asked Bri.

"Because I want dear Cassie back home unharmed, as soon as possible, and I'm sure you want that fugitive off your hands," he said. "I'm prepared to wire you fifty grand to your bank account and let you walk free. We really don't care about you at all, but if we catch you with Cassie, we can't promise mercy."

Bri was thinking, and Cassandra's mind flashed through every time she'd been a burden on Bri since she'd escaped. It was over, then. Bri would catch her easily and say her phrase and she'd be helpless. She'd be foolish not to take the deal.

Five days in sensory dep. She could do that.

"You seriously think I'm going to do that?" said Bri. "You think I dragged your little pet through hell and back just to turn her over to you? Fuck that and fuck you."

"Bri, be serious about --" Her handler's voice was cut off as Bri disconnected.

"Can you believe the fucking audacity?" said Bri. "You didn't tell me your handler was an idiot -- hey, what are doing with your face? Don't make that face at me."

"I'm sorry," said Cassandra, laughing and crying at the same time and sounding like a complete disaster. "I didn't think you'd defend me, after everything…"

"I said what I said," said Bri, crossing her arms and trying to look stern. "After everything we've been through, I'm not just going to fucking give up now."

Cassandra wiped at her face. "Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me."

"Whatever," said Bri, with an exaggerated eye roll. "We'd better get moving. If you don't start walking faster, I'm going to have to fucking carry you like a sack of potatoes."

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[macknus]

Febuwhump Day Eighteen

Prompt: Living weapon

I took this prompt with a grain of salt 3:) sort of— also sorry not sorry for making all my Supervillain’s hot af

Febuwhump Master-post

Supervillain grinned when the Hero team swarmed the opposite side of the pier. Leader levelled Supervillain with a glare that could saw through cartilage and bone. Supervillain was alone as usual. He didn’t need an army to do his dirty work. He was an army himself. A living weapon.

He wore his usual grey trench coat that reached the middle of his calves, slightly obscuring his black combat boots, combat trousers and black t-shirt. His hair was perfectly styled to look messy as it fell in waves of silver to his chin. Grinning eyes sat above a smirking mouth as he stood casually with his hands in his coat pockets.

Supervillain tilted his head. “You took your sweet time, Leader. I could have levelled an entire block by now.”

“And yet you’re just standing there,” Leader replied coolly, straightening to his full height.

Scout came through over Leader’s earpiece. “He didn’t plant anything, and I can’t detect any ambush waiting,” she reported. Leader knew she was on roof of the warehouses beside them.

Leader didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. Rogue told her to stay alert. She replied with copy.

Supervillain’s smirk widened, revealing his teeth. He looked over Leader’s shoulder to Youngest who glared back at him with as much hatred as she could muster.

“Hello Youngest,” he cooed. Youngest didn’t bristle, didn’t flinch. Supervillain let out a hum of approval. His eyes flicked to Leader. “You’re so serious all the time. You should lighten up. Don’t you let them have any fun Leader?”

“Oh, we have fun,” Second promised darkly, a cold smirk painted on her red lips. “Especially when we have to knock arrogant, little upstart shits like you down a peg or two.”

Supervillain’s laughter boomed through the pier. “I always liked you Second. You have a murderous streak that would benefit you more as a Villain, darling.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Why’re we here, Supervillain?” Leader demanded, almost bored. He had been hyped for a fight, not a chat.

Supervillain’s grin lessened, returning to a handsome smile as the wind whipped his jacket and hair around him. “I’ve gathered you all here for a heads up.”

“A heads up?” Leader asked, cocking a brow. “For what?”

Scout shifted above them. “Scout, do you sense anybody else?” Rogue asked.

“No,” she answered. “There’s nobody else here but us.”

“I’m tired of beating you heroes all the time. All you with your little teams. It… well, if I can be open and vulnerable for the moment, it has been very lonely. As I’m sure you know, Leader, how lonely it can be at the top. Isn’t that why you have a team? You know you’re the only Hero who could take me one-on-one. There’s no need to bring a group of your friends, but you do. Every time.”

“We balance each other out,” Second snarled.

Supervillain inclined his head at her, condescending. “I’m sure that’s what Leader’s told you. But let’s be honest, Second, if I went against you, I’d flatten you and then turn you to ash beneath my boot.”

Second surged forward but Leader grabbed her arm, stopping her. “This is exactly what he wants.”

Supervillain shrugged across from them, going to lean on one of the mooring anchors ships tied their ropes to when docking.

“Anyways,” Supervillain continued with a wave. “I decided I wanted a loyal dog, too. A little puppy. Someone to come with me on jobs like this, we can quip back and forth, y’know, fun team building stuff.”

Leader rolled his eyes. “Anything, Scout?”

“Leader, I swear. We’re alone.”

Leader narrowed his gaze at Supervillain who didn’t take that stupid smirk off his face. “Okay. Thanks for the heads up. We’ll be going then.”

Leader began to turn when Supervillain stopped him. “Don’t you want to know who I chose as my protégé, Leader?”

“I’m sure I’ll find out during our next encounter,” Leader said with a wave. “Later.”

“But they’re here right now.”

Nobody moved a step. Leader took a breath. Back turned to Supervillain, he whispered: “Scout?”

“T-there’s… there’s nobody else here but us, Leader.”

A ripple of unease went through the Hero team at Scout’s report. Leader’s mind started racing, did… no— none of his team would betray him. He couldn’t even—

“Got your attention now, Leader?”

“What the hell do you mean?” Leader snarled, turning to face the smirking Supervillain again.

“Exactly what I said.” Supervillain said softly, pushing off the mooring anchor. His eyes glittered dangerously. Happy to have ruffled Leader’s feathers.

Leader turned to glance over his shoulder, but Supervillain chuckled and Leader whipped his head back. “What?!”

“None of your team knowingly betrayed you, Leader,” Supervillain said, as if reading his thoughts. Leader balled his hands into fists by his sides. Screw hiding his emotions. Supervillain knew exactly how rattled he was at this revelation. Supervillain tilted his head to the side. “Or don’t you trust them?”

“Shut up!” Second yelled. “Just shut the hell up! Leader, he’s obviously lying!”

“Am I?”

“Yes,” Second spat. “He’s just doing this to rile you up.”

Supervillain kept his gaze on Leader, the same casual stance so arrogant. So cocky. So at ease. Leader knew he wasn’t bluffing. Leader taught back on Supervillain’s taunts and words and he stiffened.

Supervillain wanted a loyal dog. A puppy. Someone he could train and influence. They were… the team was set in their ways.

Leader swallowed and turned. He looked into two pale green eyes. Youngest blinked as Second turned too, a hand over her mouth. Second whirled and started running for Supervillain, screaming: “no! NO! You can’t have her.”

Rogue joined Second and then there was the clashing of magic and blades as they fought. Youngest blinked at Leader.

“I- I didn’t,” Youngest choked out. “I don’t want to go with him,” she said. “Please Leader. Don’t let him take me.”

A rush of warm air passed by Leader’s ear and he lunged before he knew what he was doing. A flurry of movement. Leader locked with Supervillain in a tornado of a lethal dance; strike, counter strike, block, kick. Blow after blow they traded, until Leader felt his power surge and he slammed Supervillain into the cement wall of the pier with so much force it cracked under Supervillain’s weight.

Supervillain let out a loose, crazed laugh, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Leader shoved him further in until Supervillain bent double, folded over in the concrete.

“I don’t need to take you, Youngest,” Supervillain cooed, laughing as he pushed against the concrete. “You’re already such a good little Mutt.”

Leader curled his lip back and grabbed Supervillain by the shirt and drew their fist back. Before he could punch Supervillain a hand caught his wrist and Leader’s blood went cold. Supervillain’s smile got wider as Leader glanced at Youngest.

“Youngest?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Let him go, Leader,” Youngest said. Her voice… it sounded the same. As if she was talking about the weather.

“Youngest,” Leader repeated, breathless.

“I won’t ask again, Leader,” she told him. Leader let go of Supervillain and back up a step. He turned to face Youngest, reaching a hand out to her.

“Youngest, you—” Leader didn’t get to finish before Youngest slapped his hands away and snapped her palm against the air. Leader gasped as a wall of wind slammed him careening backwards across the pier. His back hit the ground first as he tumbled over himself as he lost speed. He groaned as he stopped finally, dizzy as he pushed himself up onto his palms.

“Leader!” Scout shouted down the ear piece, but Leader ignored them all as he saw Youngest help Supervillain out of the wall. Even from this far away Leader could see his stupid, victorious grin.

He pushed himself to his feet, running at the pair, not aware of anything over the rushing in his ears. “SUPERVILLAIN!”

Supervillain saluted Leader as he grabbed Youngest around the waist. “Until next time, Leader.”

Leader roared as he pushed his body faster, harder, but just as Leader reached the place they stood, they disappeared.

“FUCK!” Leader screamed as he whirled in place. “Scout?! Tell me they’re—”

But Scout was breathing raggedly down the line and he cursed again. “They… they’re gone.”

*~*~*~*~*

Tag-list: @whump-in-the-closet @anxious-mess19 @scoundrelwithboba

[chalkbird]

Westerly. Pelican. Dreams. Tornado. Clifftops. Andante. Grief. Fingerprint. Susurration. Sparrow. Dance. Mexico. Binary. Binary. Binary. Non-binary.

[mx-nii]

Odysseus is a sleeper agent and the phrase that wakes him is “open arms”.

After you say “open arms” he becomes the monster rawr rawr rawr. Hope this helps!

[gazumirei]

I just thought of something stupid again

Whenever a game has a shady company that houses a bunch of non human creatures in it Imma just start explaining the lore of that game with terms from lobotomy corporation

They forgot to do repression work on the toy-Abnormalities and they all kinda just went apeshit and released the second trumpet because the weird prototype abomination told them they used to be human before getting turned into a giant lean-cat

Red mist

[lunadarkphotography]

"The monster inside, it don’t get any rest."

A music diary for November..

[evilhorse]

It’s 3-D Man!

(The Avengers #13)

[vixtoriaxa]

my partner has me in their phone as "sleeper agent" because they saw a tiktok that was like play this for someone you know was on the internet in 2013 and i wasnt paying attention and it was the fucking tumblr president shoelaces thing and i didnt miss a fucking beat

[the-multi-geek]

I have certain names or words that activate a sleeper agent level of rush of emotions where I will check things in private but if someone ever told me those words IRL they will have front seats to see the absolute expression from nonchalantly to enjoyment to horror and sadness in a split second.

Depending on the character I probably will double over as well

[doesanineteenhit]

Writing Aberfaeth is curing my depression (I say as the fic is dedicated to making them miserable because happy relationships are boring /j)

[oliver-with-an-o]

5 nights in beddy's