#travis hackett imagine

[queenofbaws]

low-grade fever

can't stop thinking about the hackett brothers raising caleb and kaylee because they know damn fucking well what happens when you let jed and constance do it

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[tryndei]

now i am thinking of an au where everything is the same except travis being an oriental cat and catching laura and max and then imprisoning them and making laura tell him everything that is needed all this while being a cat and also talking in his human voice(and while having an argument with his mother tiny cat tears fall down his cat face)

[sufferthesea]

Flash Fiction Friday #18 (The Quarry)

Word: Rumor

Pairing: Travis Hackett x Reader, Travis Hackett x You

Warnings: Mentions of verbal abuse/trauma, abusive parents. This went from a character study to a meet-cute.

There was a rumor around town that something strange was going on with the Hackett family. They had always been a strange bunch, but things had really gotten weird in the last few years. 

Travis had always been on edge, even when he was just grocery shopping or walking around town. He now seemed more than on edge. It felt like he could explode at any given time. If someone said the wrong word, made the wrong face at him, breathed too loudly … But what could have happened that would have changed him so much? 

Perhaps it had just been too much, living with that family. You knew that the Hackett matriarch was far from motherly. You’d heard her screaming from inside the cars the Hackett boys used to drive her around. She never had a kind word to say. And her sons, Chris and Travis, always looked so defeated whenever they came into town. Occasionally, they’d loosen up after a while, if they didn’t have their mother breathing down their neck, but it never lasted long. As soon as they hit the checkout line, or finished their meal, or caught sight of their car parked in the lot, they tensed up. Shoulders, jaws, everything. 

The Hackett boys simply could not rest with their mother around. 

It had always been like that, though. People loved to gossip in town, and no one gossiped more than waitresses and bartenders. You’d visited one of Fishkill’s only cafes almost daily and gotten an earful about the Hacketts every time. The gossip only stopped when Chris or Travis would come in, though they never stayed for long. If they weren’t picking up a meal to go, they were sitting in a corner booth, eyes down, staring coldly into their drinks. It always felt like a forest when a bobcat is hiding – like everything is holding its breath, waiting for the predator to pounce. 

You knew neither Travis nor Chris were predators, though. They were kind, even if they were a little rough around the edges. Travis more so than Chris. Chris got to practice his people skills by running the summer camp up at Hackett’s Quarry, but Travis was mostly stuck dealing with lost tourists and kids trespassing on private property. Maybe he had a reason to be so grumpy all the time. He rarely saw the good side of humanity. He always had to deal with the side of the community that everyone else tried to hide. 

Protect and Serve. That was the motto of the police force. How much of a toll did that take on a person? You wondered if Travis ever felt like he was the only person keeping Fishkill safe. If he kept like he was the only person keeping his family safe. You hated to admit it, but he was probably right. Who else would put their lives on the line for the Hackett parents? They were sour-faced and sharp-tongued. It must’ve been hard growing up in a home like that, to still be tied to it even as an adult. You couldn’t imagine what Travis and Chris must’ve done to survive that house. 

The not-knowing was killing you, but you didn’t dare go up to Chris or Travis and ask them about their lives, especially not their childhood. It wasn’t your business, and you doubted you’d even get an answer from them. It’d also blow up any chance you had to actually getting to know them, particularly Travis. You couldn’t be so nosy with such a reserved man like that. One false step and he’d retreat back into his shell and ignore you forever. (You’d seen him do that with one or two people from Fishkill who’d asked too many questions that Travis didn’t like.) There was really only one thing you could do to get on his good side. 

You waited until a day where Travis was alone in the cafe, sitting in the booth, waiting to order. Chris wasn’t anywhere in sight, and you were secretly grateful for that. Chris talked enough for the both of them if someone started a conversation, but that meant Travis had a means of escape. A chatty brother allowed Travis to never say a word, which was not what you wanted. 

You waved a waitress over and ordered a coffee, asking her to send it over to Travis. She gave you a funny look and quirked an eyebrow. 

“You sure you want to do that?” 

“Yes,” you said firmly. 

“You trying to get him to open up to you? It won’t work.” 

“I’m just trying to be nice. I’m sure he could use a nice gesture.” 

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, sweetheart.” 

“Just send him a coffee, will you? And I’d like my check, please.” 

The waitress shrugged and left to get a coffee. She dropped the check off at your table, and the coffee at Travis’s. He looked up at her, momentarily confused. You could see he was trying to work out why she’d brought him a coffee when he hadn’t ordered yet. Then, he seemed to just accept that the waitress knew his order, because he didn’t even ask her why she’d brought it to him. He just took a sip of the black coffee and ordered his food. 

The waitress glanced over at you, shrugged, and mouthed, “I told you so.” 

Your face burned with embarrassment, but you pushed it down. You weren’t here to get praise or to be seen as some type of hero. You just wanted to do a nice gesture. Maybe the coffee was a little too subtle, but it didn’t matter. You still knew about it, and that’s all that mattered. 

You fumbled through your wallet for exact change when a voice startled you. 

“Are you the one that sent me that coffee?” 

Your attention snapped upward to the towering figure of Travis Hackett, who now stood beside your booth. You swallowed hard at the sight of him so close. It occurred to you that he’d never actually spoken directly to you before. 

“Yes,” you managed. 

His cold eyes studied you for a moment, as if he were trying to assess if you were a problem. He must have decided you weren’t because he stonily said, “Thank you.” 

You beamed. “You’re wel–” 

“Don’t do it again.” 

“Oh. I’m sorry.” 

“I can buy my own coffee.” 

You blushed in embarrassment. “I know that. But you shouldn’t have to. You do a lot to keep this community safe, so … I just thought it’d be nice.” 

“It was nice, but I don’t want you spending your money on me. Understand?” 

“Yes,” you said in a small voice. It felt like you were being reprimanded by a teacher. 

“Good. Have a safe rest of your day.” He returned to his booth and sat down, the waitress arriving nearly at the same time to give him his food. As she passed by your booth, you shoved the soft paper bills and loose change at her. 

“Here.” 

“Don’t need it.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Your bill’s already been covered.” The corners of her mouth twisted in a knowing smirk. 

“By who?” 

“Guess.” 

You glanced across the cafe at Travis, who didn’t look up once. You turned back to the waitress. “Are you serious?” 

“I never thought I’d live to see the day. Don’t go getting a big head about it, now, though. You go blabbing about it, he’ll never do it again.” 

“Cross my heart. Will you tell him I said thank you?” 

“Nope. I’m gonna pretend I don’t know anything about it. But you go on ahead and get out of here before he regrets doing it.” 

You stuffed the money back into your bag and leaped up from the booth. You tried your hardest (and mostly failed) to not look at Travis one last time before you left the cafe. Maybe Travis wouldn’t be so hard to get to know as everyone thought it would be.

[pixie-mask]

Sometimes I think about the story scenario where Travis kills Laura (and sometimes kill Ryan) and I think that upon Laura shooting Travis that she unfortunately punched through a container of years and years of pent up anger.

Seriously I think I've said it somewhere once or twice that I think Travis could be the most dangerous the Hackett's because of he deals with the verbal abuse from his mother, pressure from his father, the how ungrateful they seem in general to how he compromises his morals for them.

It comes at the just dead look in his eyes after he kills Laura (and possibly Ryan). He's lost too much, realizes that he can't trust anyone, and essentially that he just gets misfortune.

After Laura changes back is when he snaps, and he's just dead inside and numb to what he did, has to do and will do.

I see two ways of this. Either he unleashed years of built up anger or this is something somewhat usual to him. Like imagine Travis in high school who occasionally deal with some school bullshit and assholes and the pressure of his family. One day someone just presses the wrong button or crosses the wrong line and Travis just loses this. If that's the case then Laura just unleashed six years of anger due to werewolf thing, still bad of course.

[hrefna-the-raven]

The Quarry - masterlist

all Travis Hackett x female reader

The Naiad (nymph reader)

Chapter 1 - The naiad of the lake

Chapter 2 - Kintsugi

Taste of regret (human female reader)

Chapter 1 - Wednesdays

Chapter 2 - Thursdays

Chapter 3 - Lunch

Chapter 4 - Friday

Chapter 5 - Unspoken

Chapter 6 - Tuesday, 27 October 2015 (18+)

Chapter 7 (final) - Taste of regret

The Aftermath

Chapter 1 - Start believing

Chapter 2 - Behind bars

Chapter 3 - Belly of the beast

Chapter 4 - White wolf

Imagines

Being a counselor at the summer camp

The well

Police academy

Dating Travis

SPN comes to the rescue

Don't you wanna kiss me and seal the deal, Sheriff?

Camping drabble

[hickoryblossom]

So here's a list of who's who and some other info for the Ninjago/the Quarry au I'm working on

Jay - Dylan

Cole - Ryan

Kai - Jacob

Zane - Max

Lloyd - Abi

Nya - Kaitlyn

P.i.x.a.l. - Laura

Skylar - Emma

Brad - Nick

Wu - Chris H.

Garmadon - Travis H.

We're flipping the script we get Jay and Nya 'fighting' over Cole

cuz Lloyd and Brad are Abi and Nick I'm thinking Truth or Dare is a bit different.

Also they're still the Hacketts (mainly cuz I don't want to change the name of the camp) so Wu is referred to as Mr H by the counselors (with the exception of Cole).

Lloyd I imagine was in the foster system for most of his life and is only now finding out he's a Hackett (Wu didn't know about Lloyd). I don't know if I'm going to figure out people to be Caleb and Kaylee maybe I'll just combine them to be Morro idk.

[wolfawaycamp]

LauraMax roleswap as in, she’s the one who gets bitten and he’s the one playing support.

this part’s prob too broad for a drabble but I’m fascinated by imagining how that would even play out bc I just can’t picture him going on a werewolf hunt?! the hurt/comfort of being bitten/the eye gouge scenes would slap tho

🌦️ max “so on board with murder” brinly is faced with having to do it himself…. I offer you some angst

Through the pang of pain in his eye— that had, at one point, gotten so bad that Travis had to give him antibiotics— Max focused on the werewolf.

This was it. He just had to kill a werewolf and then Laura was going to be okay. He didn't know how to shoot as well as Laura did, he wasn't as fearless, he couldn't ever be as relentlessly devoted to anything as she was to everything. Nevertheless, he had to do this for her, now, and he had to get this shot right. If he failed tonight he was coming back next month— as many times as it took.

He crept closer, holding his breath, and aimed to the best of his ability.

The recoil of the gun in his hands and the noise almost took him off his feet. He made the shot. Holy shit, he made the shot.

He wasn't going to stick around because as much as his annoyance at the Hackett family had festered, he didn't want to see if the body was going to turn back into Chris Hackett. It was a werewolf. It was not a man.

Besides, he had to see Laura.

***

He used one of those boats to get back to the island with anticipation in his heart, giddily excited to finally see Laura, now that she was fine. Things could go back to normal now. They'd talked about it all in the cells. Max was gonna get a job and they'd share an apartment while Laura went to veterinary school. It was a better plan than what they were going to do before, because Max didn't actually want to go to grad school, not really— he had just wanted to follow Laura. Plus, him having income would be better than the two of them living on student loans. Max was going to make so many jokes about how Laura's first-hand experience with wolves made her the perfect vet candidate, now that she wasn't living it.

“Laura?” he called out, and got no answer. That made sense, right? She was probably exhausted and passed out when she turned back.

He made his way up the treehouse and called out again, just in case she was actually awake and just hadn't heard him, “Laura?”

Then, it— she— was there, and this was all so wrong. There was a werewolf in front of him and there shouldn't be any werewolves and he knew it was Laura. Why? He had killed Chris— he had killed Chris, right? Was it all wrong? Had he killed someone under a lie, wrongly thinking that it would cure Laura?

He was stuck in place and he knew it was a movie cliché but all he wanted to do was call out to Laura, reach her under the monster that had taken over. She was still there, right? She had to be. He said, desperate, eyes wet, “Laura, it's— it's me, it's Max, you know me, I love y—”

He cut himself off when she moved, and burst into a sprint. His chest heaved and tears pricked in his eyes. God, he had wanted that to work so badly.

Then, she had him in her grip and he was being bitten. It burned like hell, worse than his eye being taken out, worse than the peak of the eye infection, worse than anything he had ever felt.

[cellard0ors]

Fic: Five of Swords (Part of A Full Deck Series)

Fandom: The Quarry

Pairing: Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney

Rating: Teen

Warnings:  Character Death, Wakes & Funerals, Grief/Mourning, Drinking, Explicit Language, Smoking, Minor Violence, Threats, Promises, Anger, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Notes: Dedicated to @spookyscaryscully for the idea/help. Also please imagine the pic above with a BLACK suit. I tried to change it but I don't have Photoshop, so...yeeeeeah. 💀

Preview:

It was a gorgeous day in 1999.

The sun was out, the skies were clear other than the occasional stray wisps of cloud, and the temperature was neither too hot, nor too cold. It was a gorgeous day and it was the day of Amelia Hackett’s funeral. There’s no written rule that the day of burials should be dark and gloomy, but the disposition of the day felt grossly inappropriate.

Father Hopkins, who had been their priest since Travis was fifteen, gave a moving, albeit very slow speech during the church service. It was followed by some words from Amelia's friends and family and concluded with her husband, Chris Hackett, who was barely holding it together while he spoke about his never-ending love for his wife.

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[ghostradiodylan]

I'm on a four hour car drive, singing at the top of my lungs (terribly, I'm so congested right now, not gonna stop me though lol), and having quarry brainrot. Who among the counselors do you think can sing well and who do you think can play an instrument?

I looove this question and I have to admit I haven’t thought about it that much so this is gonna be kind of off the cuff, instinctive stuff and I’m sure I’ll refine my opinions if others chime in (please!).

It’s kind of weird we never get any campfire singalong action in the game when there’s a guitar in Chris’s bedroom and he mentions Kumbaya, but maybe they’re tired of that from camp by the time the plot line picks up.

Miles obviously is a musician and Dylan’s the music guy so I’d imagine he’s musically inclined in some way. I’ve seen headcanons that he plays guitar and I could see that but I lean more toward thinking he would have taken piano lessons when he was younger and moved on to keyboard and adding on techie stuff like the Mellotron and Moog synth. I think he loves dials and buttons and weird sounds and he can sing but he’d rather fuck around in the noise. Any instrument he plays is gonna get a bit sad if he loses his hand but maybe he’d get more into sampling and remixing and looping computer generated beats as a result.

I think it would be funny if Jacob had a surprisingly angelic singing voice that was completely uncoached and no one ever expected out of him, sort of like Finn from Glee (RIP) but less auto-tuned. I think he’d be an acoustic guitar guy for sure just for the romance of it. Anyway, here’s “Wonderwall.”

Actual footage of Jacob serenading Emma, feat Abi.

Kaitlyn does not strike me as particularly musical though I headcanon that she and Jacob slay karaoke together. She just kind of shouts into the mic like a 90s riot grrl and sings Alanis or Joan Jett and kills.

Abi is so high school marching band nerd coded to me and I feel like she’s a total flute/piccolo girlie or else clarinet/oboe. Or maybe she plays violin in the school orchestra. Something sweet. She’s good but too nervous to perform or audition in front of people very much so it’s just a hobby she shares with people she trusts.

Emma I think would have a perfectly nice mid range singing voice that she’d wish was better. She probably started her influencer career recording Taylor Swift covers for YouTube but she’s a much better actress and dancer than she is a singer. Not quite triple threat material but she believes in herself so she’s trying.

Ryan has such a unique voice that I can’t decide if he definitely can sing or if he’s practically tone deaf. I kind of lean toward the latter. I imagine he hates his singing voice and rarely sings even for fun but if Dylan catches him singing or humming he’s like smitten times one million about it. I could see Ryan playing drums though, I’d imagine he has a good sense of rhythm.

Max, on the other hand, cannot carry a tune but sings ALL THE TIME anyway. And Laura cringes but finds it endearing all the same. He probably plays the ukulele. He just seems like the type.

Laura was a choir kid for sure and probably got solos in school plays and Max was accompanying her on ukulele and playing unnamed roles or else he was painting backdrops or something. We know Siobahn can sing and I feel like that would carry through with Laura for sure. I imagine them doing elaborate musical routines together on car rides even with their vastly different musical abilities.

Nick reminds me of a bassist I know who is maybe the weirdest human being alive. So that’s where I see him. He can sing a little but it’s definitely a backing vocals voice. I feel like he’d be in a stoner jam band just fucking around, playing the same song for an hour while both the band and audience are too high to know the difference.

Chris Hackett obviously plays guitar and Travis accompanies him on harmonica. Bobby plays blowing air over the lip of a jug and also cowbell.

I LOVE THIS ASK EVERYONE TELL ME THOUGHTS!

[scary-pixie]

Sometimes I like going for night time walkies through the older (and sketchier) parts of my town, just a short way from where I live.

But lately...I've been walking past the small houses with no lights on, maybe a creepy tree out in front or a stray cat wandering nearby, and imagining that Travis Hackett might live in one of these.

I wonder which one he'd pick!

[beautifulgiants]

For Michael Shannon, Waiting for Godot Is the Ultimate Opportunity

By Jake Nevins

Photographed by Travis Emery Hackett

November 21, 2023

The actor Michael Shannon, photographed by Travis Emery Hackett

Earlier this year, when I interviewed the actor Paul Sparks, who was then playing Henry in The Grey House, he revealed to me, a bit sooner than his publicists would have liked, that his next project was a production of Waiting for Godot at the Theater for a New Audience. The only actor, Sparks said, with whom he could imagine tackling the dense, despairing, and singularly precise words of Samuel Beckett was his good friend Michael Shannon. So, last week, nearly a decade after Sparks and Shannon starred in the theater’s 2014 staging of Eugène Ionesco’s The Killer, they began their run as Vladimir and Estragon, respectively, appearing here as a pair of wretched jesters in bowler hats. Director Arin Arbus has conceived of Beckett’s “country road” as a jet-black runway, making especially pronounced the characters’ experience of life as a punishing, empty void (“Let’s hang ourselves immediately,” Estragon suggests). But the actors, demonstrating an easy physical chemistry, fill it admirably, as Shannon synchronizes his brooding Gogo with Sparks’s Chaplinesque interpretation of Didi.

“It’s a monumental undertaking,” Shannon said the day after their opening show from a backroom of the theater. “Estragon is a state of mind that exists in all of us,” he continued, “or can exist in us if we’re overcome by it.” Shannon seemed, if not overcome by the play, at least deeply occupied by its notions of humanity. And while Beckett’s text commands a great deal of discipline and fidelity, he and Sparks were still plumbing its depths, finding new questions to ponder and play with. “The play,” he explained, “is an opportunity to go somewhere that doesn’t exist unless we’re doing it.”

———

MICHAEL SHANNON: Hi.

JAKE NEVINS: How’s it going?

SHANNON: Oh, you know.

NEVINS: I had the pleasure of seeing the show last night. Congratulations on such a fresh production of something that’s hard to make fresh.

SHANNON: Oh, yeah? Have you seen it before?

NEVINS: Only a high school production, and not with actors as formidable as you and Paul.

SHANNON: Thanks.

NEVINS: I’m curious what your prior encounters were with Waiting for Godot and Beckett’s work in general.

SHANNON: Well, I first saw Waiting for Godot when I was a kid. I think I was 11 or 12 and I saw it in a production that was outdoors, outside of a school actually, where the playground was, and it made a huge impression on me. I think it is probably one of the things that’s responsible for me getting into the theater in the first place. And I’ve seen Happy Days with Fiona Shaw at BAM [The Brooklyn Academy of Music], which I really loved. And I saw a production of Endgame at Steppenwolf, which I really loved. I’ve done a lot of Ionesco over the years and he’s kind of my favorite playwright, but I had never actually done a Beckett play myself. The way it came to be was kind of random, really. I was just sitting and talking with Jeffrey Horowitz, who runs the theater, and we were brainstorming about possible productions to put together and it just popped into my head, the idea of doing it with Paul, specifically.

NEVINS: I imagine the language, specifically all that philosophical slapstick, might be quite daunting.

SHANNON: Well, it’s a monumental undertaking. It’s not something that you can just follow simple instructions for. But, like most great plays, it really draws you back to your own life and your own situation. It’s very universal, I think. I think if you are willing to look at it and willing to be patient with it, it can reveal a lot to you about how you navigate your own life and navigate the world. And, frankly, I’ve just felt a lot of kinship with Estragon in terms of some of my own trials and tribulations of late. So it’s almost like you’re not really creating a person that’s separate from you. Estragon is a state of mind that exists in all of us, or can exist in us if we’re overcome by it. It’s different from other plays in that regard.

NEVINS: I appreciate that distinction and the way you both approached the characters. Paul, of course, plays Vladimir with a sort of playfulness, highly gestural and expressive. What’s it like to play opposite Vladimir as Paul has conceived of him?

SHANNON: Well, Paul is always giving so much of himself. He’s such a generous performer and he’s so playful and creative and intelligent in his work and it’s thrilling to fill the space that he creates. A lot of times I refer to it as a negative, like I’m the space around the light that he’s inhabiting and creating, like I’m the darkness. We both feel like there’s still so much to learn as we do the show. We don’t feel like we’ve figured it out or that we’re done and we can just do what we made up in rehearsal. We don’t want to just repeat something night after night. Now, it’s also a very deceptively precise show, so there is some discipline involved in terms of the rhythm of it. The music of it is very precise, but within those parameters, I feel like we both are still searching pretty fervently.

Vladimir and Estragon is that they entertain each other. That’s the substance of their friendship, that they’re able to keep each other occupied. And I think Estragon thinks that Vladimir is funny and that is something he desperately needs in order for him to keep on keeping on, as they say.

NEVINS: That’s interesting, because humor in the play serves that very same function for the audience, somewhat alleviating their sense of entrapment. Their kinship with one another makes you want to stick with something that might otherwise feel kind of punishing.

SHANNON: We really don’t intend to bum anybody out. I guess I’ve heard people talk about productions of this play that were, I don’t know, a little less buoyant than ours, I suppose. I think I even read a review that said they get the humor part, but they didn’t get the dark stuff right, or something.

NEVINS: A review of this production?

SHANNON: Of this production, yeah. I don’t know how to make dark stuff dark. It’s already dark.

NEVINS: Right.

SHANNON: The play is an opportunity. It’s an opportunity to go somewhere that doesn’t exist unless we’re doing it. And we want to welcome people into it. We don’t want to alienate people. We want people to hear it. We want people to hear the play because there’s nothing that’s in the room that’s going on that is as important as the actual play. The play is the star, and we’re just trying to deliver it in a way where you can hear it and feel it. We don’t want to put up walls, or make it seem inaccessible. The way it’s directed and designed is all about trying to make it feel intimate and trying to make it feel like you’re involved as an audience member. It’s not a proscenium. You’re not all sitting in the dark.

NEVINS: To your point, I quite liked the staging of it. The runway you two are on has a sprawl to it, as if that road could go on and on. But it doesn’t come at the cost of intimacy.

SHANNON: Thank you.

NEVINS: Are there other plays, canonical or otherwise, that you’re jonesing to do?

SHANNON: Not at this moment. Kind of like how I said earlier, this just kind of popped into my head. I’m pretty spontaneous about things. I don’t have a list at home of the things I want to do. Things just occur to me or present themselves to me and then I do them. But this theater is known for Shakespeare, and Jeffrey’s talked to me about doing Shakespeare, so maybe that’s on the horizon. But I wouldn’t even know which play. I get so focused on whatever it is that I’m doing that I forget about the future.

NEVINS: It shows. Congratulations. And thanks for your time.

SHANNON: My pleasure. Thank you.

[tatjana-fantasy]

(Part 5)

Let’s continue my replay of The Quarry :) Some thoughts (Chapter 8 + Chapter 9):

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

I can totally understand why Ryan wouldn’t want to kill Chris, who is essentially his father figure. At the same time, I do understand why Laura doesn’t see another option. I still think it’s a little extreme for her to immediately want to kill Chris, but I sadly get where she is coming from ;__;

I actually like Ryan’s and Laura’s dynamic quite a lot! More in a sibling than in a romantic way, though. :)

Okay, let’s talk about the infamous “Maybe neither.” Personally, I always thought that in the context of Laura’s question, it simply meant that Ryan likes neither more (and at least the German version translates it as “I like both”), but even if we assume that he likes neither of them … he doesn’t owe Dylan anything. Just like Emma is completely allowed to say No to Jacob without being harassed over it, Ryan is completely allowed to say No to Dylan without being harassed over it. And I say that as someone who ships them.

Speaking off Dylan, I LOVE the scene where Emma “maces” him XD

STOP LAURA STOP LAURA STOP LAURA (I lost Nick on my first playthrough because I wanted to show my trust in her T__T)

Yay, I freed Jacob :D The puzzle is still soooo confusing though. I’m kinda glad I avoided it on my first playthrough because I can’t imagine I would’ve ever pulled it off!

WTF is up with the music after Laura gets captured?? And how have I never noticed how unintentionally funny it is??

I’m surprised the dialogue between Abigail and Emma in the beginning stays the same even if she’s infected :O

I heard that Constance’s death apparently got censored in some versions of the game, so I’m happy mine isn’t among them :) She and Travis were the only Hacketts that died on my first playthrough …

Not gonna lie, Jed’s death by Laura’s hand is surprisingly brutal!

Bobby is so hilarious, I love him <3 <3 <3

I LOVE the moral dilemma of accepting Laura’s bite. On my first playthrough, I accepted Laura’s bite because I hoped that there would be another way to save Chris, but at the same time, I feared that I made the wrong choice. I really didn't want to kill him :-(

You all already know this, but: HOLY SHIT THE SCRAPYARD SCENE IS SO GOOD. The werewolf, the lights, the music! And afterwards, when Dylan begs Kaitlyn to leave him! While it sucks that he won’t be in the lodge later, this scene almost makes it worth it <3 Oh, and I got the trophy for infecting everyone, so now I just need to save them ;-)

And then, the scene with Abi and Emma. Emma’s words to Abi hurt so much T__T Her “Abi …” at the end sounded like an apology :-(

(Btw, I luckily knew what I had to do and escaped via the ladder, but I think it really sucks that going to the stairs is an automatic death sentence.)

On my first playthrough, I refused to shoot Chris during the Hackett showdown, and Ryan, Laura and Travis died. I was freaking devastated. Ryan’s death in particular left me so heartbroken that I had to stop playing for that day, only to have literal nightmares about how Dylan would react to his death. It certainly left a lasting impression on me … only to pull the rug under my feet when I saw what the actual ending of the game was :-/

I love the Hierophant flashback, but damn, I really wish the game would allow you to pick another card afterwards :-/ I think it’s pretty unfair that simply finding this card already makes it impossible to see another card’s vision …

But anyway, I still enjoyed these chapters despite some problems I have with them. :) See you next time, when I finish my replay of The Quarry!

[sheriff-t-money]

headcanon: 003

The police force.

So, obviously we know that Travis worked as an officer before he became Sheriff of North Kill county. We don't know how long he worked as a cop. For my own canon, I believe he signed up around 21 years of age.

We're led to believe North Kill is a relatively small, rural, town. We don't know its exact population (although if someone DOES know, by all means give me the details!). However, if it's on the smaller side, then that means the police department doesn't have as much funding as a county that's large.

Police departments receive funding from property taxes. The more and bigger properties there are, the more money the department has to hire workers, purchase resources, and maintain safety vehicles and infrastructure.

North Kill's police department is likely small. Including Travis as the sheriff, I imagine there may be three or four other police officers in the county. This isn't uncommon. Most police departments actually have around 10 police officers or fewer.

I wouldn't even be surprised if Travis had to wait a few years until he could join because the county just couldn't hire anyone until someone retired.

So, why would Travis want to join the police force? It's not a safe job even in a quiet town like North Kill. I think there are several reasons.

One, it gave him authority. As someone who was abused and continues to face abuse, authority is something stripped from him. He wanted it back. Being an officer of the law provided that opportunity.

Two, it got him out of the house. Police officers work odd hours. It's easy for him to spend a lot of time on patrol or just in the station rather than at home. He's able to provide and protect his family while also limiting his time there. That's a bonus for him.

Three, he likes being able to protect people. If there's one thing that's obvious about Travis, it's that he's a protector. He doesn't always protect the right individual or protect in the right way, but he is a protector. Those are some honed instincts that seem natural to him. Being a big brother also puts him in that role naturally. He thinks he's good at it. Doesn't mean he is. But he THINKS he is. Being an officer allows him to protect people outside of his own family, and I think he likes that, too.

Four, power. Travis is a Hackett. For a long time, Hacketts had a lot of power. That power has dwindled over the years, but the desire for it hasn't faded. Power is addictive and feels damn good. For a man who doesn't typically feel good, having power is a balm.

Five, companionship. Travis pegs me as a bit of an introvert or ambivert. He has that sort of introverted social awkwardness that goes with the territory (as spoken by a socially awkward introvert). But even introverts need a bit of human contact. Like a little, little bit. Since the Hacketts appear quite insular, it's likely that he only had a few fair-weather friends growing up. Most of those friends likely came through the summer camp (more headcanons on that later!). They came. They went. As an officer, he was able to rub elbows with men and women of the law. Consistently. He may not have exactly discovered his found family per se, but it's a group of people a hell of a lot healthier than the relationships he has at home. I also think that ability to have connected to people outside of home, consistently, is why he isn't "at the bottom of the well" with the rest of his family. They helped him keep to his moral compass (as shaky and grey as his morality already was).

Now, with all the reasons why Travis may have wanted to join up, let's examine what he went through during his training. I'm pulling this information from NYPD which likely has longer training hours than most other counties due to the particulars of crime in New York City. But I imagine the training courses, themselves, are similar throughout the state of New York if not the country.

Travis would have received academic, tactical, firearm, driver, and some other miscellaneous training in the academy.

Academic studies include:

Crisis intervention

Response to individuals with mental health and substance abuse issues

Investigation of domestic abuse

Assisting victims of crime

Preservation of crime scenes

Response and investigation of vehicle collisions and building collapses

Organizing searches for missing individuals

I think we see his academic training come into play through the game. To me, Travis is exceptionally good at compartmentalizing. I think that also stems from his abusive relationship with his mother. To survive, he had to compartmentalize.

This likely also explains some of his behavior in the game. Why he's able to switch so easily from one instance to the other or seemingly turn off his emotions at a given moment. He has to in order to keep a clear head and respond rationally to a dangerous situation.

Tactical studies include:

Calisthenics (strength training via body weight, ie: lunges, push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, etc.)

Defensive tactics

Straight baton

Extendable baton

Frisking and cuffing

First aid

CPR

Water safety skills

There were two moments in the game that really showed his defensive tactics at work. The first is in the Prologue. He responds just as a well-trained officer would when he asks Laura to step out of the car. He does not turn his back on Max or Laura. He walks backward.

Secondly, he also doesn't turn his back on his mother. When it's clear she's about to get into one of her "moods," he does not turn his back on her. He is defending himself.

These tactics are also on display when he's defending others. During the tense scene when Constance turns the light out so Laura can't shoot anyone, he turns the light back on. He makes the room a safer environment because ain't no one should be shooting guns in the dark. Duh.

When he barges into the room with Laura and Jed (and possibly Constance if she's alive), he makes himself the bigger target. He draws attention to himself to defend the others in the room.

Now, let's talk about first aid. There are a few moments where Travis gets a bit touchy-touchy with Laura. I personally think he's touch-starved (another headcanon on that later). That doesn't make his touchiness right. I'm just trying to explain where it comes from.

He touches her rather . . . shall we say familiarly? . . . in two scenes. The first is in the Prologue when she bumps her head. He produces his handkerchief and attempts to clean the wound. Does he also make it a bit creepy? Yup. You might find it endearing, you might not. He's an awkward man who likely wanted to try and ensure she wasn't actually bleeding under the dirt (because head trauma is a serious thing that a lot of people just brush off) but did so in the most awkward way possible.

The second is when she's sleeping after bandaging her eye. We see his hand come up, slightly hover over her injury, and attempt to peel back the bandage. She wakes up, and he draws back. Again, a familiar touch. Best to have woken her up first. I don't think he was here looking to softly caress a cheek while the beautiful damsel was sleeping. He just wanted to see what the heck had happened to her eye and whether she required first aid.

Should he have asked when she was awake? Absolutely. But based on their past interactions, he probably thought she'd fight him on that, too, and next thing you know . . . infection and hospitalization. And he needs to keep them both out of the hospital.

Finally, it's my headcanon that Travis was already pretty proficient at CPR and water safety skills before entering the academy. He was likely a summer camp counselor, and he's a bit of a wiry lad from the start, so being a lifeguard just makes sense to me.

This was a big headcanon post with bunches of little headcanons in there, too, so thanks for having the patience to read it all!

[draganwhorror]

Can I get your werewolf!Travis headcanons? 👀

That's a good question. I honestly don't have too many headcanons for werewolf!Travis, only because he's not really my cup of tea. I think having Travis in werewolf form...well, it depends on how he's written (in fics). Very rarely does he appeal to me.

However, I will say these are the headcanons I do have for him:

When he turns, he's furry rather than hairless like the wolves in the game. I imagine Travis to be a dark brown wolf, or even all black, with streaks of gray in his fur

He's a lean, muscular wolf. He has a strength to him, even if he doesn't look it

I feel like he'd have alpha male tendencies in that he's the oldest Hackett (not counting his parents), and so if the Hacketts were all wolves and a pack, he'd be the leader/in charge

However, I also feel like Travis is more of a lone wolf. He doesn't want to be around others and prefers to keep to the shadows, avoiding everyone and everything

And, if he were with Laura (whether she was a wolf or not), I'd imagine him to be ultra-protective of her, doing everything in his power to keep her safe, even if it meant being more aggressive towards others while in his wolf form (growling/baring teeth, possibly attacking if things escalated)

I think that's about it...

[lunaticus-platina]

Aight this is the post for the anon(😏) ask.

My fave moment of Travis x my oc Brennen is post-quarry, when the situation settled down and they kept meeting up until they got close. And became 'not boyfriends'(Of course Travis. Yeah.)

Travis was feeling under the weather and Brennen cuddled him. There's a wip of that moment, actually, brewing in my wip pit. To be completed in a decade maybe.

So in the cuddle fic, Travis went to Brennen's place and was feeling cold and his joints ached. Pretty obvious signs of a cold but as always, he had to be stubborn about it, so Brennen just wrapped him on his chest with blankets and didn't get up from the sofa.

Travis had a big frown on his face before he fell asleep. Brennen has great circulation in his body, so he has naturally high body temperature. Good cuddle buddy when you feel weak and miserable.

Oh and Travis sniffed Brennen's shirt while he was trapped in the blanket cocoon, like a weirdo he is. And Brennen didn't mention it because he thought it was cute, like a weirdo he is.

Another moment I like is whenever they throw hands, as strange as that sounds. If there's one thing Bren learned in therapy, it's that you have to express your frustration somehow instead of letting it rot in your mind and cause further troubles later.

And what better way for the great communicator like Travis Hackett to express his anger other than talking things out with his fists.

Since he can't explain how he feels, unlike how other emotionally stable people can, he has to act rather than speak. And that's fine by Brennen. He's quite fluent in fist talks! Also, his provocation game is top-notch.

It's like a morbid foreplay. They grunt and roll around and grab at each other, basically the same thing.(not) And they can make up later.

The way they fight is interesting too. Brennen avoids hitting the face because he 'doesn't want to damage the goods'. Travis is fucking livid but tries to pin Bren down like a cop he is instead of punching him too many times.

It quickly turns into a fight for dominance, but usually the angrier one wins. Namely, Travis. And it feels good to come out on top, so it's a little therapeutic for Travis each time. Bren doesn't mind. That's the whole purpose of starting the fights anyway. Fighting it out and making up later is their love language, I guess.

Oh and it takes a lot for Travis to actually snap, so imagine what kind of things Brennen says to drive him mad. Even while Travis is prowling around in a circle, ready to take him down. Yeah. Insufferable bastard.

[jackienautism]

It would be so funny if the Hacketts had neighbors were also werewolves but they were normal about it.

like. their neighbors were also werewolves and the hacketts were normal abt it? or that their neighbors knew the hacketts were werewolves and had no problem w/ it? regardless, both situations are funny as hell

even them just HAVING neighbors would've been super funny. like. imagine the potential of that. i wonder if they wonder what those strange creatures they sometimes find lurkingg in the woods are? do you think they sometimes like... on full moon nights, do you think they (kaylee caleb or chris) would wander onto their neighbor's lawn, and their neighbors would just be left wondering what in the FUCK was that? do you think thyeve ever called the police just for travis to show up and dismiss every claim they threw at him? THE POTENTIAL IS SOOO THERE LOL I THINK IT WOULDVE BEEN HILARIOUS. ITS LIKE BEING NEIGHBORS TO THE WORST FAMILY ON THE PLANET

and then theyd also probably wonder why they never ever see the hackett's children playing or whatever. they probably dont even know how old they are

like. it makes sense why they dont have neighbors (esp after everything that happened to them) but just.... the shenanigans.... it wouldve been so good

or like. did you mean that their neighbors were also werewolves but They were normal abt it? unlike the hacketts who just. let their werewolf grandchildren roam in the woods

either way the potential of this is soooo good i love it

bc like.. imagine if they had werewolf neighbors too and meanwhile the hacketts are trying to hunt and kill silas they just. didnt give a fuck that those who live next to them also being werewolves. they just have a bias towards their own kin and silas i guess