Freak Like Me

[treks]

FREAK LIKE ME meme You know you're a freak and that, sooner or later, everyone you've known will leave you. And why wouldn't they? You're a monster. Maybe you look like one, maybe it's just your abilities, but it's all the same, even if you're oppressed for your differences or if you slide under the radar. You're in a hell of your own design - loneliness. Until you meet another freak, someone else incredibly different...someone who also wants to stay with you. The circumstances, good or bad, under which you met don't matter, because you're not alone anymore. In fact, this person makes you want to look past any self-loathing or low self-esteem you may have and be better. At least they do on some level. Why they care, you don't entirely know. One thing is for certain, however: you'll do anything to keep them safe and by your side. Your situation may just come in handy, for once. Comment with your character, preferences, and any other information you'd like to include. This was designed as a sort of shipping meme, but you can absolutely play gen or otherwise, if you'd like. Reply to others. Thread.

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Skye | Agents of SHIELD | OTA

[morethan084]

[Skye is an inhuman with the power to control and manipulate the vibrations in everything. So there's that. No smut please.]

marceline abadeer | adventure time | f/f

[bassriff]

jessica jones ( mcu )

[roughedges]

[ Super strength, among other powers, and plenty of self-loathing. Gen is preferred, at least to start with, but if it leads to shipping, that's fine. ]

[helladoomed]

[In spite of everything, the strip mall itself seemed surprisingly in-tact. The front parking lot was full of the wreckage of what had probably been a plane, blocking most of the doorway, but Chloe had found a side entrance and pried it open with a pipe, wedging it open so Marcy could follow her in. It led to a long, sterile, dimly lit back-hallway punctuated by sporadic doors that led into all the various shops.]

[Chloe had a target in mind. She'd found an old map and been trying to find anything still in-tact. This place was supposed to...]

[She hurried ahead, leaving the door for her partner, and counted doors one, two, three...ah hah! Shoving it open with her shoulder, she stumbled out into one...and found herself grinning widely.]

Marcy! Get your ass in here!

[Friendly, teasing, shouted back into the hallway as she stood near the front of the store she'd found. Light was filtering in through cracks in the front of the building, but the wreckage had prevented things from getting too looted. She stood siluetted against it, her old ratty jeans and boots contrasting against a winter coat she'd dug up ages ago, her hair still blue...dye was really the only indulgence she had anymore. Well, that and Marcy.]

[Which was why she'd wanted to find this fancy camping supply store in the first place.]

[mauveine]

[ Well, Jessica. There's only one person who matches you, and he's always up for a little tête-à-tête. y/n? ]

Rogue | X-Men/Marvel | OTA

[theycalledmeacurse]

[Prose pref. She's a mutant with the power to drain the energy/memories/abilities of others through skin-to-skin contact. Playing a post-DoFP AU for cross-canon, which makes her feel like even more of a freak. Can play either end of the equation.]

[roughedges]

[ Y! Sounds like another day in paradise. Just don't expect her to fall for your creepy sociopathic bullshit, Kevster. ]

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock BBC | m/m

[desecrated]

[[Consulting Detective, self-proclaimed sociopath, you know the drill. He might even take some pride in the Freak label, but he is rather lonely.]]

[mauveine]

[ Wouldn't be you if you did, Jessie. ]

Kilgrave had been so certain that this would work. That all he would have to do is show up with the greatest, most sentimental gift in the world, and even despite their... history, that she would see past all that like he had and learn to accept him. It was perfect in his head, and it would be perfect. After all, who in the world would be able to handle someone like her without running away screaming? Even with as many powered individuals that had been coming out of the woodwork like termites, Jessica was still his special jewel.

Things could have been perfect. Too bad Jessica was positively determined not to let it be.

He sat in his cell, on the hard metal that barely passed for a bench, let alone a bed, glowering out the glass at her. She'd made him angry and broke his heart. After all he'd done for her, this was how she showed her gratitude? Still, he supposed in a twisted way, he got what he wanted. Here she was, giving him her full attention, sharing time with him. There were fewer smiles and lovely meals than he would like, but there seemed little that he could do about it.

But all the same, they were bonded together; inevitable just like he'd said. She couldn't let him go, and he wouldn't let her go. Somehow, that thought put a smile on his face.

Raven Xavier | X-Men Movies

[notsogroovy]

Mutant and proud.

Suzuya Juuzou | Tokyo ghoul | OTA

[smells_delicious]

[ open to any and everything, I can't be more blunt about that. Juuzou is a freak, the more violent, strange or creepy you are, the better. Don't mind normal innocent characters too having said that. ]

Captain Jack Harkness | Torchwood/Doctor Who | OTA

[capthardness]

[immortal, literally a fixed point/fact of the universe, has only gotten a few gray hairs in the last ~150 years, dies but always revives albeit painfully. Up for anything, including other freaks]

[therizein]

[Up for a little friendly rivalry/flirtation with a not-so-grim reaper who tends to get stuck with revolving-door cases like Jack's?]

[capthardness]

[only passingly familiar with the canon, but that still sounds delightful yes]

[therizein]

[no worries. she only appears in 5 episodes, so i fill in a lot of headcanon. we can set it in torchwood if that's easier! do you want to say they're just meeting for the first time, or that they have an ongoing thing since he got stuck with immortality?]

[capthardness]

[whatever setting works for you is good! first meeting would be cool tho]

lmk if this works/feel free to elaborate

[therizein]

Tessa came to Cardiff on a special assignment. Most places had a local reaper attached to them, and only called in reinforcements in times of crisis. She wouldn't have called Jack Harkness a crisis, exactly, but he was something of a hiccup in the usual order of things.

Unusual cases were becoming Tessa's specialty.

She'd been watching him all morning, discretely, from beyond the corporeal plain. Unless he was paying very close attention to things that average human beings usually ignored, he probably wouldn't notice her unless--or until--he was near death. But then, Jack Harkness wasn't exactly average, either.

[theycalledmeacurse]

[Oh Jack, such a beautifully complex character. Any interest in him encountering a dimension-hopped, time-traveled Rogue via a post-Days of Future Past AU?]

[roughedges]

She hates him. Truthfully, hate is not a strong enough word to convey the intensity of her disgust. Just looking at him fills her with a powerful sense of loathing — everything, from his twisted delusions to his unbridled selfishness, repulses her. But right now? What annoys her the most is that goddamn smile.

Jessica knows he's baiting her, desperately clutching any remnants of control. The advisable move is to ignore him. Unless he decides to confess, she shouldn't give him the satisfaction of speaking. Kilgrave's the helpless, caged creature in this situation. Not her. She stares at him with cold, callous eyes. Her hand tenses, gradually clenching into a fist.

One minute passes, then another. Eventually, though, she yields, unable to handle the silence anymore. With the press of a button, she opens the line of communication. Her voice is wry, and it matches her scowl.

"You have something to share with the class, Kevin?"

[capthardness]

[Oh yes]

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ :D Preferences for canon point for Jack? And first meeting or a bit of assumed CR?]

[capthardness]

[Prefer sometime before Children of Earth, first meeting would be awesome]

[mauveine]

He hates how she looks at him, that distance and stomach-churning feeling he can see roiling under her surface. She's not as bulletproof as she lets on. Not by a long shot, and luckily, he knows every best way to get under her skin. One doesn't spend that much time with a person and not learn a few things about them, despite the circumstances by which they'd been sharing each other's company.

More than knowing how much she hates him, he hates her new habit of using the name his parents gave him. He sneers at her use of it and sucks his lip for a moment, choosing his words as carefully as he ever does in casual conversation.

"What do you think is going to happen here, Jessica?" He asks, his voice carrying its usual air of laziness and arrogance as it would if he were on the other side of the plexiglass. He takes a quick glance to the camera, checking for the recording light before he continues. "I admit to having some kind of... impossible power, a power of compulsion, and you lock me away for crimes I didn't commit?"

He sighs and draws his legs out of the water, resting his forearms on his knees. "If anyone's going to get in trouble here, it's you, you know. You kidnapped me after I did nothing but provide a lovely, hospitable home for us to live in. And for what? So some... psychopath who killed her parents?"

He shakes his head and gives an amused little laugh.

[capthardness]

Jack was used to feeling like something was coming for him. That strange heavy atmosphere he sometimes felt before the Rift threw something at them, or the constant undercurrent of the universe reminding him how wrongwrongwrong he was. He’d learned to ignore such feelings, or at least only acknowledge them when it seemed like the city or his people were in its path instead of just him.

He’d mistaken this morning’s skin-prickling sensation for just being the foreshadowing of another load of trash from the Rift--alien drug dealers, simple on the surface but way more unpredictable than Jack liked, but they’d gotten the tentacled bastards cuffed and were hauling them down to the cells and it seemed like just another weird-ordinary day.

Until one of the scum managed to slip from Gwen’s grasp, fumbling for her Glock before she could even react. Before he was even thinking about it, Jack was shouting, moving, and then the gun went off and--

Well. Jack was used to the pain of a gunshot, the chill that meant slowly bleeding out, the heavy dark nothing slowly taking over his vision. But this time--

“What the hell?” He choked out. Not usually how he greeted a hot--woman, he was going to assume for the moment--but, well, this wasn’t usual even by his really relaxed standards.

[roughedges]

In response, she narrows her gaze. Of course, his obstinate insistence that he's innocent frustrates her, and the cruel remark about Hope doesn't help. Still, she refuses to show any signs of weakness. For as long as it takes, she's willing to play the waiting game. He'll surrender, sooner or later. Everyone has a breaking point, and she'll uncover his.

"The only psychopath here is you," she begins, tilting her head as she observes him. "But keep going with the bullshit. I'm sure that will get you out faster."