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mirrorhoppingdays · 1 year

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not me and portrayal of twinship

Be forewarned, this is long as hell.

Normally when I think about writing about media depictions of twins (as a highly opinionated twin), two things stop me. One, nobody cares. Seriously, most people actively want to avoid understanding twins' point of view. It's my overwhelming experience. Two, it's just too much to delve into and I have thoughts about every little thing. I would digress until I became overwhelmed. But I think it might actually work to discuss this one facet. It might connect with a few people because fandom types are often actually interested in novel points of view and the emotional landscapes of others. And if I only talk about this one show that narrows things for me in a helpful way. So here goes.

As soon as Not Me starts with episode 1, there is an item on the balance sheet. We begin with the idea that twins can feel each others' feelings and feel when the other is seriously injured. We see this in Black & White's childhood and then again when White returns to Thailand after many years away. So, psychic twin connections. I'm both highly militant and oddly patient when it comes to twin depiction stuff. I don't love the psychic thing, but that's the variety of twinship media nonsense I'm willing to take on board *if* it's done well and it's worthwhile. When you begin a story about twins with a psychic connection and make it a central feature of your plot, you've essentially borrowed goodwill from me. If you squander it, then your balance will come due and you'll be left owing. If you use it well, I'll forgive the loan. So we start not on a bad note, but with higher stakes.

Pretending-to-be-one's-twin plots work okay for me. Why? Because as much as they might rely on twin resemblance, they can't work without the twins being different, whole people. That shouldn't be considered a positive because all characters should begin as whole people, but we know that doesn't always happen in general and it certainly doesn't always happen with twins.

We begin a whole big chunk of the story where the crux may be that White is sort of undercover as his own brother, but twinship isn't actually at issue much at all. It's about deception and risk, not twin connection or twinship. We do get constant reminders that White and Black are very different, and we get a lot of White trying and only kind of succeeding at pretending.

One thing that rings true to me is that he doesn't actually have to do all that great a job of pretending. If you don't know somebody has a twin, and to some extent even if you do, as a human being you'll default very hard to this-is-the-same-person. It's just necessary in every moment of our lives that we're not dealing with identical twins, so it's necessary to lean that way. Also, as a twin I know very well that the majority of people are highly unobservant about a great many things. And it's not like these guys have any reason to think this is some other guy, though it would have been a note of realism if at some point at least one of them had gone wait, is Black reporting on us to the cops or something because he's acting sketchy. They do point out that he's being weird, so that base is partially covered.

I did some Tumblr poking around before I was done watching, so I saw a few spoilery things. Thanks partly to that, I couldn't help but hope that Sean figured out comparatively early that White was not Black. That would have been kind of thrilling to see, honestly, as a twin. But I certainly understand how that might not happen, and I also see the efficacy (to the plot) of having him not figure it out too quickly. It's more interesting if he doesn't know right away.

Clearly Tumblr world loves memeing about how Black woke up from his coma when, possibly because, White hooked up with Sean (I'll be more coy in my wording than some). Twin-rep-wise, that's a wash to me, neither better or worse than the psychic connection trope. I'm already tolerating the psychic stuff, and I can't say it's not an interesting plot point. If you need Black to wake up, when else would it be? It probably borrows a little more goodwill, but again that's stakes rather than a deficit.

As someone who remains skeptical of the psychic twin connection trope, I will say this. The particular way Black wakes up kind of shows the absurdity of the whole conceit. I'm cool with it because this is melodrama and it *should* be bonkers, but it goes to show what you're playing with when you invoke that trope.

This is when stuff gets interesting, to me but I assume to everybody. White and Black are both running around in the world of the show, and crucially they're also interacting with each other. And some of what happens is honestly pretty great twin-rep-wise. I really have to hand it to writer/director Nuchy Anucha Boonyawatana—she must be a pretty empathetic, intuitive person. (Along with her cowriters.) She seems to have made an effort to put herself in both Black and White's shoes in a real human way. Like, well beyond what the story would require.

I wanted to avoid digressing too much, but I want to go back to the very first moment in the entire show. In that brief scene, White looks in a dark, foggy mirror and says these words in voiceover: “When you see somebody who looks precisely like you, every part of his body resembles yours, you must feel really strange. But for me, it’s special. I call that specialness ‘twins.’”

When I saw this scene, I won’t say I knew this would be a thoughtful treatment of twins. But I did find it promising. Part of what annoys me about being a twin is how non-twins, aka singletons, think that being a twin is great because on some level they think of their hypothetical twin as an extension of themselves. Your twin is not you, and your twin is not part of you. Your twin is a human being, and like any other human being in the world there are some moments and some ways when they can seem utterly unknowable, foreign, unfathomable.

Back to the point in the story where I left off.

There’s a big twin moment near the end of episode 9: White is confronted in Black's apartment by an unknown figure, only to find that it's his brother. White’s voiceover tells us what he's thinking, and he calls back to that brief beginning scene. Now that I’ve gone back to look at both moments, I can say that they’re very similar in length and rhythm. So I suspect our writer/director was not only deliberate about the echo but also exacting in how both moments play out.

White’s voiceover says: “I’d always imagined the day I’d see my brother again. It’s supposed to be a heartwarming moment. But now it’s happening. It’s surprisingly frightening. It’s as though I’m meeting my doppelgänger.” Of course this is a translation, but it’s worth noting that you can hear actor Gun Atthaphan saying “doppelgänger,” so you know there isn’t a ton of poetic license on the part of the translator here.

White and Black exchange some awkward pleasantries, and then Black echoes White, saying "You look so much like me, it’s creepy.”

If I hadn’t seen my twin in ten years (especially at that age), it would have been very surreal even if that person weren’t as menacing as Black seems to be. It’s just that there are dimensions to twinship that fade in your mind when you’re not actively engaged with them. I assume that regular degular siblings can experience this in partial ways or in flashes, but I don’t have any of those so I can only guess. Seeing your twin after a long time apart isn’t somehow magical in a good or a bad way. But your twin carries all the powerful associations of any close family member along with a similarly large number of associations to your own identity.

I chase catharsis in media, but I don’t usually experience it strongly. But there can be a catharsis in recognition of self, and that’s what I get from these moments. To be clear, I don’t feel some profound otherness when I interact with my sister. She’s a sweetheart and I feel very close to her. But the twin experience, for me at least, connects strongly and meaningfully to some very basic aspects of my human existence. The fact that one is a little bit alone even in the closest togetherness. The fact that other people are never fully knowable. The fact of my own identity and how its boundaries aren’t quite as firm and distinct as I might pretend they are. How much I need connection. The way so much about my perceptions and actions can be strongly influenced by others in ways I’m totally unconscious of. Some of this may sound hokey! But it’s difficult to express it any other way.

Moving on. White goes to meet their mother as Black, and just as their conversation is ending she makes it clear she knows who he really is. You might think that bit is meaningful to me, but it doesn’t strike a stong chord. Parents can tell their twin children apart, yes. Would it be harder after ten years? Assumably. What is it supposed to mean about her that she can? I don’t know; I’m not a huge fan of hers.

Black encounters Sean and is incredibly cruel to him, beats him, and it sucks. It annoys me to heap praise on actors for playing twins—actors play different roles all the time and that’s just doing two of them in the same project—but I have to admit that Gun Atthaphan not only does a great job playing dual roles, but a good job playing twins specifically. In a way it’s hard to understand now, having seen what we have as the audience, how Sean could fail to see that this isn’t “his” Black. But he doesn’t, because there’s no way anything else is possible according to what he knows about his world.

Sean sees White-as-Black again as White saves him from sketchy mercenary types, and then tries repeatedly to confront him. White doesn’t really explain and Sean doesn’t come to an obvious epiphany. But when Sean sees Black again, something has clicked. He attempts the trust fall White showed him and Black just stares on contemptuously. Black is smoking “again.” And we get to another big twin moment. This is episode 12.

Sean gets it. He says “You’re not the Black that I love.” He handcuffs himself to Black. They have an oddly realistic fight that involves various uncomfortable wrestling positions. And he says “You have a twin brother?” Black denies it, Sean insists repeatedly. And you see Black’s face change from contempt to anger as he says “Don’t you get close to my little brother again.”

This is a fun, climactic moment. It is, of course, adorable that Sean insists he won’t stay away from White, and honestly pretty adorable in an extremely grumpy way that Black is being protective. (Here again Gun is very convincing. For such a small, baby-faced guy he is genuinely menacing as Black.)

The moment is also true to my experience, though the only direct connections I can make aren’t exactly similar in circumstances. If your social world intersects heavily with that of your twin, there really are particular moments in many romantic relationships and even in many close friendships where the other person will sort of take a twin inventory with you. They don’t go on a spiel about how you’re cooler than your twin (unless maybe they suck as a person), they probably don’t even compare you exactly. But each person has to come to their own realization because (often at least) while they knew you and your twin are different people, they had to learn it all over again on another level. And they want you to know they perceive it.

There are smaller iterations of this phenomenon where people will emphatically tell you that while they have been able to tell you apart in the past, *now* they don’t even think of you as looking the same, now they can’t imagine how anybody *ever* confuses you. It’s not like this happens every single time I get to know every single person, but it’s so common in its broad strokes that I feel confident saying that the people around me and my sister share some common experiences in how they perceive us. And a change comes at a certain point that’s compelling enough that people are motivated to talk about it, try to make you understand.

Anyway, while this is a phenomenon that happens around me rather than to me, Sean’s insistence strikes a chord.

Sean finds White. White does a totally accidental trust fall, and it’s pretty cute.

White... decides to halfway drown himself to “remind [Black] of [their] connection”? Which makes some intuitive sense in the moment even if it sounds a bit silly. And is a little. Black finds him, they talk, Black concludes that he can’t stop White from staying with the group, going on their mission, and being with Sean. White stops Sean from going to the drug warehouse alone, at which point he says something that rings true for me as well. He explains why he hesitated to stay part of things, and says “I thought it wasn’t my place.”

When Black returned and demanded his phone, demanded White go away and not see the gang anymore, White went along with that because in a real way that was valid. White had genuine reasons for essentially stealing Black’s life, but that is what he did. White is an empathetic sweetheart so while he did get used to Black’s world he does feel guilty and out of place suddenly. But now he sees that things have changed, and he can’t go back to before all this happened. And of course he’s in loooove, so there’s that as well.

Then White tells the other dudes who he is (except for Gumpa, who knew the whole time) and it takes them a while to believe him. But when they do, they immediately do the twin inventory with him, saying how did I not see this earlier, etc.

They do their attempted heist, loads of shit goes wrong, they fall from various frying pans into various fires for a good while. They get away, things settle down. Sean does the twin inventory with White again and insists he’s completely able to tell White and Black apart now.

Then we have my final twin moment. White says he knows Black won’t be returning to the group. “Nobody wants to live in someone else’s shadow,” he says. “My brother sacrificed this role for me.”

This rings true for me. As a twin, you never want to think of yourself as interchangeable with your sibling. But at the same time many relationships and groups don’t have room for each of a pair of twins to feel comfortable. It’s not like you have to come up with some legalistic scheme for who “owns” a social group or anything like that. But at least in my sort of twin relationship, you’re never going to have a symmetrical relationship with a third person or a social circle. Even if you each have the same degree of connection to the same person, it’s different. And I can’t say it’s ever really been the same. One has always been closer, or more comfortable, or something.

Well, if you can believe it that’s not everything I could have said. But it’s a lot, and if you made it to the end I thank you. In case it doesn’t go without saying, I did find it worthwhile to indulge the psychic twin trope. What I got out of Not Me was worth the latitude.

#not me #not me the series #gun atthaphan #off jumpol #avoiding twin tags like the plague until i figure out which are not sketchy

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hanakihan · 1 year

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my biggest headaches in work life so far (NSFW in a sense of: gross stuff, kidnapping, murder, dismemberment, r*pe, scamming, you get the idea)

- 4 men from different country kidnapping other man from different country on territory of our country and keeping him hostage for 2 days and then pretending they’re victims here because he supposedly scammed them with false registration papers.

- two ex-prisoners meeting around new year for drinks, one calls other a ‘cock’ (aka really insulting thing for those who went to prison, means you’re at bottom (in every sense) of prison hierarchy), so he stabs him in heart and throws his body on balcony where it stays freezing for 2 weeks. Then he takes a saw and dismember him, was able to drag hands and legs on ground floor but was caught by police when dragged wrapped up torso.

- a man breaking other person’s skull open with a brick just because he wanted to see real brain. he saw, then vomited and lost consciousness.

- a drug addict who was caught on scene, had an insane drawback when we were arresting him in court, almost broke my arm and stabbed me with a pen.

- a man coming to court completely wasted and explaining himself by ‘you see your honor, I’m an artist, an artists are either drunkards or gays…’

- Santa Barbara in a form of a married couple having weird ass r*pe(???) because he did force her to some gross shit and she told about it her mom and her mom told to grandma who informed cops but now she asks not to sent him to prison because apparently it was consensual???

- son hitting his mother so bad she almost died so she went to police to write a report on him thinking he’ll be sent to serve 15 days by administrating law, but ended up serving 7 years for attempted murder. she broke down in tears and begged not to jail him.

- my neighborhood growing hallucinogenic mushrooms because he’s ‘an artist and needed a psychological stimulation’ and apparently he had twenty jars full of dried mushrooms and when asked why so many for himself he told ‘it’s winter investment’

- delusional woman blaming delusional man who said he wanted to have children with her. she’s 50, man is 23 and he was terrified of her.

- judge leaving court room for final verdict and defendant pulled out a razor from his mouth and threatened to cut his throat open. police and jailers weren’t able to calm him down, it was 9 at evening, I wanted to go home so I yelled at him to behave because it would’ve been a pain in ass to explain to boss why defendant suicided here. two floors heard me yelling. I had a bottle of champagne after that.

- two men arguing outside of our court room who fucked which wife until I came out and told them that police will fuck them both if they won’t shut the fuck up.

- convicted underage children rapist complimenting me and being disgustingly sweet simply because I look like I’m 16 even though I’m 23 when I enter his jail cell.

- a woman almost stabbing a man to death after he spotted her throwing his food out of fridge to street from window. it all started because of sausages and he himself almost became one.

- a woman being blamed for stabbing her roommate even if said roommate constantly beaten her so badly she resembled a fucking panda and she stabbed him out of stress. everyone was confused while hearing who was who.

- ex prisoner visiting us after he served his sentence, gifting is nice chocolate and a champagne (it’s still in my closet tho) and then smooching my cheek.

- me getting almost stabbed by romani’s mother (whom we jailed) but blocking it by crime law codex (jinchul was right book IS a weapon, both offensive and defensive). me then yelling at her that I’m 1/4 romani too for fucks sake.

- a drunk step father hitting boys’ drunk mother so hard she lost consciousness, he wanted to drag her to bed so he did it by dragging her by hair and having her head hit every corner, ended up giving up on his idea and went to buy more alcohol. returned home to find her cold dead body and two boys an orphans who we ended up to make testify.

- Genshin case. just Genshin case. Man took bank debt through his friend’s card, ended up rolling on Dehya banner to C6 her. Cringe levels were over9000.

#my daily suffering #welcome to my work space #I Hope you find it (un)comfortable #I’m living in Ace Attorney but it’s that one time it was rated M #feel free to ask me about this #*slaps myself* man I contain so much TRAUMA in me

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lemoncatsworld · 1 year

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How you met them part 2!

Ticci Toby

You met him around high-school you weren’t friends with him but he was in one of you’re classes he usually got the special aid classes but he did get some normal classes even tho he would tic in most of them and some would laugh at him for that but you didn’t really mind

shortly you saw that he wasn’t coming to school you always had interest in him always looked at him one seat after you in you’re 4th period what was so interesting about him?

Days turned into months and school tried calling his family to find out that he was now a wanted criminal he had murder his whole family

The news speeded out fast at the school you where shocked then ever

2 years later

You decided that you where hungry so you went into the drive in at a near by burger shop you ordered you’re meal you found yourself looking at a forest next to the burger place had a dark forest it looked like a black hole you where creeped out then ever

When you got you’re order you drove off and stayed at the parking lot near a smoke shop eating a cheeseburger until you saw a man with a odd looking mask with brown messy hair in an ally you thought it was a homeless man so you didn’t judge and just decided to eat away until you saw at the window again when you saw the “homeless man” looking at

You with more of a an tense look and you put you’re burger down and looked with a weird eyed show

The smoke shop green lighting light turned off.

You jumped and immediately turned on the car until you saw a man Infrot of you’re car… he seemed familiar like.. someone you knew in youre grade school you squinted your eyes to see that it was him.. it was Toby! But maybe you where wrong maybe it was a random homeless freak that had some issues in the head on a dark night

Until he picked up an axe and ran broke you’re window, you screamed the axe nearly hit you you got out the car and ran as he ran for you, you ran into a store and immediately told people and the coworkers called the cops… that’s the last you saw of the strange man you could have sworn it was the boy from you’re grade school or maybe it was just a freak

He did make odd sounds tho.. like ticking sounds and kept gabbing random words up and you only remember one person who did that and it was Toby

Nina the killer

You and Nina been friends sense her crazy obsession with the famous Jeff the killer guy

“When are you gonna get over him girl” you said

Nina looked at you with a goofy look

“Never he’s so cute! I wanna be just like him ugh I could kiss himmm”

Nina seemed like the type to never get over her obsessions and that was quite right

Night before you where having a sleepover before her birthday

You where so excited you bought her new clothes and her favorite snacks you also bought her a notebook with pink cover and black striped, pink was always her favorite color

As you arrived at her house you knocked on her door.

She didn’t respond

You knocked again

No answer

Until she opened the door and said “have you seen Jeff..”

Here we go again with this Jeff guy

“No! I haven’t Jesus when will you sto-“

“Go away then,loser!”

She shut the door on you and you gasped,what the hell just happened she was you’re best friend and she never did that before

Her obsession became worse by day

You dropped off the gifts and left the next day she didn’t come home for her birthday instead you went to her house and saw it was empty you looked at the notebook you saw the pink notebook.. you opened it in shocked.

It was all Jeff and written saying how she was gonna carve her face and she was gonna track him down no matter how long it takes

You dropped the notebook down and was so afraid you backed a few steps away you saw real pictures of the Jeff the killer

“Isn’t he just so dreamy”

You heard an odd tone that sounded more high pitched and childish

It was Nina

But.. she was bleeding from her mouth

You where to late!

She carved her mouth and started laughing uncontrollably she had a sharp knife covered in blood from who knows what…

“You’re fucking insane! You need help now Nina”

“ I don’t think so!”

She ran after you with the knife, you got a chair and knocked her out and ray away from the house you soon called the cops

A new case of a murder who you use to be you’re best friend was now on the loose… her name was now Nina the killer I guess she got what she wished for.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #Nina the killer #Jeff the killer #ticci toby

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murdaughter · 11 months

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important vanessa emily things below the cut

extreme tw for child death and child abuse given that em is the daughter of a serial killer and just in keeping with f.na.f lore

-so in my canon, vanessa's mother dies somewhat mysteriously when she's about six years old. i personally don't feel the need to expand upon the, like, where and how of it, but vanessa definitely saw something to incriminate william

-it was definitely something at night, where she was like groggy and confused and for that reason it's very easily written off by teachers, therapists, etc.

-vanessa tries to report what she saw but given that in her canon timeline it was the 1970s (she was born in 1973, making her around 27 at the time of the movie) no one took her very seriously. even in a contemporary timeline, the lack of evidence does her no favors

-things calm down, mainly because william realizes he cut it WAY too close. he also realizes he needs to regain vanessa's trust, especially as she gets older

-we'll say that vanessa was around 10 when freddy fazbear's pizza opened up (which would be a grand opening in 1983), and the murders happened around 1985 (which i believe is like canon to the timeline?? idk man)

-because it was a new business venture (and as vanessa would later learn, a trap) william spent most of his time there, which meant vanessa did too. it became an oasis. her dad seemed happy there, and all the staff liked her and looked out for her. nothing seemed wrong, so to her nothing was wrong

-while she still harbors an underlying fear of her father, he has been working very hard to erase it, and by the time fazbear's is open (i'm not including the diner in my canon bc i simply dont have the bandwidth ahh im sorry) vanessa has largely compartmentalized her fear of her father, considering it just like general teen angst

-but when the 1985 murders happen, vanessa is very, very aware

-i'm undecided on whether she witnessed them because this blog is still in its infancy and i need to do more research on ptsd in general but also like what van's trauma would look like specifically as the child of a murderer, etc

-but either way, vanessa knows about the murders within days of them happening (if not The day of) and william knows she knows

-he then becomes an extremely unstable presence in her life, alternating between manipulation, outright threats, and gaslighting. as a result, vanessa is extremely loyal to him and to freddy's out of sheer fear

-its rare that vanessa is at the pizzeria very late, but she has been there after hours and has encountered the animatronics when they are possessed by william's victims

-vanessa quickly figures out how to communicate with them. like we see in the movie, they aren't really violent unless provoked/under william's influence, especially when it comes to kids.

-it's not the healthiest thing, but vanessa actually develops relationships with the kids, and starts to take solace in them. sometimes, she regards them as siblings.

-the bite of 87 closes the place down right when vanessa is entering high school. she has a weird reputation because of it (she definitely goes from being somewhat popular among classmates just because she like has the hook up to like kind of a pariah just because people are freaked out)

-obviously the murders are never connected to afton but there are very likely rumors and that shit does come down on vanessa in school, especially once the place shuts down

-vanessa has a few outcast friends but again, there is a lot of fear that if she gets to involved william might hurt them too

-once she graduates, she goes to state school (idk if fnaf has a canon location but! i'll pick a state eventually probably) but she is very much under william's thumb the entire time

-william brings her into the fold once she graduates college, as he has learned that it's difficult to keep the security guards alive

-vanessa just straight up is not a cop. she's trained in first aid and knows how to use a gun, but this is all by william's design. all her gear is stolen and/or forged and she has had some close calls

-aside from still being deeply afraid for her life, vanessa is almost entirely dependent on william financially, and he does basically pay her as a full time employee keeping the guards in line, etc.

-vanessa has looked for ways out very frequently but often feels too afraid to pursue them or is otherwise intimidated out of it by her father.

-the events of the film go down in my canon as they go down in the movie

-vanessa eventually Does wake up from the coma, and as william is dead (that's right!! he's dead im not letting that bastard survive lol) the case gets opened up and all that

-im gonna look into whether or not she would go to jail for life lmao. realistically she totally might. even though vanessa is a victim of lifelong abuse and threats against her life she is still an accomplice to a lot of crime so? idk man

-BUT for convenience and rp's sake, vanessa undergoes the trial, faces public ridicule and vitriol, and eventually comes out the other side as emily laughlin. the legal name change doesn't protect her from all of the fallout of the pizzeria, but it does help)

-she becomes a barista and tries to keep her head down. shes dealing with a huge amount of trauma and is just generally all over the place, as she's never been given the opportunity to live her own life before.

-she definitely has a continuing relationship with mike (whether that's romantic or platonic is open to whatever) and of course abby, though they are probably her only links to Being Vanessa. i'm still deciding if the ghost kids remain, but i'm thinking with afton dead, they're able to pass on. which on one hand is beautiful, but it's also another loss for emily.

-all in all, emily is definitely very damaged from her ordeal, but at once is very eager to connect once she feels someone is trustworthy. her relationship with mike definitely has a lot to do with that, as he has proven to her that people Can Be trustworthy

-anyway that's my story and im sticking to it! pls love my baby i care her very much ok bye

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nimuetheseawitch · 1 year

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rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better

Tagged by @marley--manson

I'm pretty sure I did something like this recently where people were using the shows' posters. Since it says "get to know you better," I'm going to assume anyone reading this can read my little description and already know I'm into those shows. I'm also going to do that because it makes it harder/more interesting for me.

Doctor Who This was the show that got me onto Tumblr (that's not entirely true - my roommate dragged me on here, kicking and screaming, just like how I have joined every social media site ever), and it's one of the first shows I was weird about as a (kind of) adult. I'm an Eccleston fan through and through. This is another show that my partner and I stalled on because of a variety of life things, so we're years and years behind.

Veronica Mars I love this show. I didn't actually watch it until I was in grad school (and then I binged an entire season without sleeping one time during a PhD-induced anxiety spiral, so), but I adored it. I have always loved the girl detective, or even just boy detective, genre (looking at you, Harriet the Spy, Sammy Keyes, and Encyclopedia Brown), and this just did that dripping in early 2000's teen tv drama. And I adore Enrico Colantoni as her dad. I also always appreciate a detective show where the cops are the bad guys.

The O.C. I am often kind of ashamed of my deep love for The O.C., and I'm trying not to be. I got the DVDs out from the library and hid in my bedroom to watch it because my family would've made fun of it (probably - I was also a teenager and just afraid of people judging me). This marks the beginning of my massive crush on bisexual characters played by Olivia Wilde. I loved every moment of this show, sometimes especially when it was being awful.

The Avengers (1965-1967) British spy-fi starring Diana Rigg playing Emma Peel, an actively publishing theoretical physicist who knows martial arts and wears catsuits. What more could you want? If anything made me queer, it was Emma Peel. And although she's partnered with John Steed, supposedly a professional spy while she's an amateur, she regularly came in kicking to save his butt. I have only ever seen Series 4 & 5 with them as the main team, so I actually have zero opinions on the rest.

Killjoys I love this show so much. I wish it had been allowed to have more than 10 episodes a season because I would've loved to see more unabashedly queer sci-fi bounty hunter side plots. I love that the main characters are platonic life partners who did crime until they ran out of money and became bounty hunters. And that there are assassins and creepy conspiracies and cyberpunk awesomeness and the show is almost more bisexual than Lost Girl.

Anne With An E I loved Anne of Green Gables as a kid, and this show was beautiful and compelling and did a really good job with most things. This was one of the first shows I did a virtual watchalong with friends in 2020 at the beginning of COVID, and those watchalongs reminded me that I had internet friends and showed me how I could shift my social life, so this show is important to me.

Pose I don't even know where to start. I love this show, and Papi and Angel are perfect and deserve the world.

Buffy/Angel Buffy and Angel were incredibly important to my development as a queer feminine-presenting person. I actually didn't watch Buffy all the way through until after I'd become obsessed with Firefly. I have lots and lots of feelings about Buffy and Angel and I have so many of the comics that were a continuation of the show, and I got really into the lore, and I'm glad it existed. I'm glad I enjoyed it, and I'm glad I went back and saw how problematic a lot of it was. And whenever I think about it, I think wistfully of Monster of the Week style shows with a bajillion episodes per season.

I hope people feel like they know me better because I feel like I just went on an emotional journey, y'all. I'm not tagging anyone because I'm tired, but if anyone wants to do this, I would love to read what other people have to say.

#tag game #get to know me

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David Guetta - Titanium ft. Sia (Official Video)

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They didn't usually with the helmets but they were cops and they were like this in westborough and they're right on you all the time and we'll find out later that they're special it didn't matter there are cops and their strikes and their pain here you can hear the stupid s*** though they say it a lot about stupid things that might be lost they're not even sure all day long a bunch of f****** ninjies

Trump is kind of a liar and he made up a story that the at the tracks ripped him apart I did hear some yelling and I couldn't tell what was going on and so I left and the guys left so it enabled me to and they kind of separated in just someone those kind of weird I think I figured out what happened he left and they didn't see him leave and I drove off when I was driving off he was driving off on his bike and he had a much faster bike and I had it later after him because everybody was mad at him and it was the arm 100 and he said that's true it was supposed to go riding or something and we didn't because it was the incident so he gets mad at me no he's a f**** and wants to threaten me as Jackie karate and here you see him as Doug who's making sense it does a little cuz I'm supposed to tell him where they are and if you can't find him he's tried many times three rivers what happens what happens and he was booking it after me and it's right before the old train tracks trestle at trellis and he wiped out and one of the sticks and pills and it impaled him and the others got a little wet with his blood and his guts came out of it and he heard cops have you left the stuff he had and he took off injured badly but you guys get hit a lot now who the hell knows why he wants to do that people think he wanted to beat me up I think he wanted to ask me about them and he saw me stand up to those guys and I wasn't really mad at him that much she's sort of understood that and people get the wrong idea and like to all the time and I believe that he steps on one and it breaks but they fuse together pretty easy

Zues

It was exposed to the blood and it changed figure a little from where it laid down and it became part of the atmosphere there's more than one there he says and it's true and he didn't tell by them and they were camouflage almost immediately and the blood was gone and he didn't notice that when you left them there he left them there cuz nobody else there but him and he booked it on the bike there after him and he's pretty clever with it you got back and he had to repair some things elsewhere and healed and it's true he was trying to tell him what they were and he couldn't figure out where he was no he couldn't catch up and he went too fast right before the trellis and it's symbolic and somebody was having him wipe out and not us and they're talking about the creatures and that particular trellis would take it North not through ghwv territory and they're saying that George is riding on them and he is that they're having him do it cuz he always used to and that's what my husband was saying

Hera

I shut your mouth you fat a****** okay you're losing weight this is calm down I'm collecting nuts for the winter already I see you doing that we're going to have to eat them he says that's a good idea you can have more babies we have almost every tree around here and shut up okay you're stupid and go to sleep it's too late and I don't mean it but okay was hoping I'm pregnant yeah that's good okay you're smart

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castle-dominion · 1 year

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castle 6x22 veritas

the beckett framing episode liveblog, or the framing beckett episode? The episode where they frame beckett? the grammar is something & I don't want to confuse it with the s5 3xk one where they framed castle. framed past tense?

the framing beckett episode.

Ooh plot heaVY! lOVE A GOOD FLASHBACK SEQUENCE! (that wasn't supposed to be caps) Wait why is the audio like that? cut together? I only notice bc I record audiobooks & play with audio. It is otherwise great) Ooh what is going on with the van & hiding & night stuff? all suspicious-like. Nice camera. *talks to herself* like me! nice camera case. she was rushing to get in the car & follow & then she was slowly taking her notes? Not planning on piccing the notebook but u could. None of the other times were underlined, why underline this one?

Ooh nice lighting!

Oh he's in chicago? HE REALLY DID RESURRECT DERRICK STORM! He's done with his crazy hotel room days? Did that stop after alexis was born or after he fell in love with beckett or what? Lol those were the days. KB: That was lack of sleep, not lack of enthusiasm. Project? Who is jason marks? He was the guy earlier in the ep in the dark but,, who is he? KB: I don’t know. I backed off. (teasingly) See? I was being responsible. RC: No, being responsible means taking backup. (You think YOU are enough backup?) (con't) Maybe it’s time we brought Ryan and Esposito into the loop on this. What loop? What are y'all talking about & why are they NOT in the loop? KB: I love you RC: Yeah well, you better. It’s two weeks until the wedding and it’s too late to return the tux. s7 premier: *still has the tux* *& also it is folded really really weird*

DUN DUN DUN IT'S JASON MARKS she was there last night, she is going to become a suspect or smth Ryan loves her. You ok? & he looks pretty in blue. Girl... maybe tell them... girl maybe call Castle 23.59 & 2.00 but becks knows he was alive at 1:15. In fact, she was THERE in the middle of the kill window, she had opportunity & possibly motive & she's a cop so she has means. KB: Ryan, were there any witnesses? Anyone that saw a car driving away? She is asking that bc SHE might be seen tailing him. Why doesn't she come forward as a witness tho? I mean ig it could be bc she would have to explain WHY but yk. Or she'd become a suspect.

Why would he need to SPECIFY two block radius if they USUALLY do 2 blocks? "hunch" she says Was that a slur or was she saying "you know, just call it a hunch" Timeline will be easier for me to see once I get the actual ep. rn idk when becks was called to work & what time she was at home & what time she is back in the bullpen

Asks if she's ok <3 <3 they are FRIENDS they LOVE EACHOTHER & the LIGHTING "Hell of a hunch" he says looking at her

She was TRYING to find out who the driver was! DUN DUN DUN VULCAN SIMMONS IS DRIVING ah 1:16. she gonna get spotted? KR: What’s a drug lord like Vulcan Simmons doing mixed up with a DC political consultant anyway? us: *eyes emoji* Ok but we caught VS in relation to johanna's murder back in like s3, we figured out it was racken & becks went to almost assassinate him in what the s5 premier, so we know this was a bracken thing, did beckett not tell ryan & esposito that they have a real connection? Oh yeah it would be smart of him to periodically cut things off & rebuild.

RC: No. We talked about this. No unnecessary risks. s8 Castle: no *bugs bunny* He did MORE than just kill your mom. He had other ppl killed before, he's had other ppl killed after.

RC: We’ve been looking at Marks’s death like it’s a setback. What if it’s the breakthrough we need? That's true! Very true! RC: Vulcan Simmons just became the prime suspect in a murder investigation. You’ve been given an all-access pass to his life. We play our cards right, you nail him with this?

Why taking her into your office?

you SHOULD be kicked off the case! I love Gates <3 Maybe if she's off the case they need to TALK TO RYAN & ESPOSITO

My man would NOT cut a deal to implicate bracken, bracken would get him out somehow.

Ah yes new york no vehicles lol Why is it so dark? I wish it was lighter so I could pic his outfit.

I'm def going to need to wait to watch this to liveblog. (my uncle is over rn so we are watching smth else but I'm liveblogging off the transcript heh)

Castle sleeps with his door open?

girl destroying evidence. VS: Me lying dead? You here trespassing? With that big old grudge you carry? What are your bosses going to say to that? Me: & also she wouldn't kill u bc u r the path to bracken Doesn't he work for racken? u saying that?

ESPOSITO'S PROFILE PICTURE IN CASTLE'S PHONE SDFLKJKH

It's the middle of the night...? Why r u still at work & y r u calling HER in the middle of the night &.. ugh

Esposito calling Castle not Ryan not Gates. Wait... Esposito was calling Beckett but she wasn't picking up because she is out, that's why he called Castle. Rick doesn't SAY Kate is not present. Wait he calls it the vulcan simmons investigation

the audio is so... it changes bc ofc it does depending on if u r in the warehouse or quiet home.

I think when I watched this I totally thought becks killed him. Except I wouldn't bc they don't let our characters do that sort of thing.

Oh it's morning, not middle of the night. FIVE TIMES DURING A HALF HOUR? LONG TIME

vg *LOOKING AT BECKS* whoops caps.

Gates knows beckett knows VS's world? at least now the car is not inadmissable evidence. Love how Ryan calls castle away first & talks to him before going to , gates. Remember what happened last time?

Oh IA cool. Wait not cool that is for cops, oh no they're onto her, exceot kate said she didn't kill him .. Who is calling..? (kate totally shouldn't have gone or should have brought backup. Or a recording device.) wouldn't the killer KNOW how many shots they fired? couldn't they check the casings to the bullets they picked out? couldn't they check how many bullets they released from their magazine? (except since beckett is being framed-- unless she's lying to castle --then of course they'd leave one to trace back to her. & they'd also still dig em out so that it looks like a cop who knew what they were doing.) Vulcan Simmonas is not a small guy. Tbh a lot of medical complications aren't from ppl being fat, but from them being big. It happens from muscles too! Body builders also struggle with surgeries & stuff because they are big & heavy & bulky & hard to move!

Is that your personal gun or your cop gun? idrk how stuff like this works, not even in canada let alone the usa. (then again most guns in canada are not handguns, they're more for hunting or rural life.)

Polite of him to let her know bc he respects her ig... *calling the ballistics report wrong* It's going to be like that time castle was framed. Yeah man, you still need to arrest her even if she didn't do it. Even if smth else is going on (I read a fanfic set after the roof hanging episode, s4e23 my nickname was still always which was already the ep title lol, with cole maddox, I feel like it would fit better after this episode. Except no that was also 3xk themed...) (*I considered nicknaming it the cole maddox one, the roof hanging one, & probs others.)

ooh she gone

I love Castle lol. & I love Gates. She was head of IA before this & she is just so good. Can't or won't?

RYAN ESPOSITO CASTLE & LT NEW TEAM, BECKETT GOT WRITTEN OFF THE SHOW. that would actually be interesting. A uniformed officer longtime background character made into a more prominent character? Ann Hastings, LT, Jenkins, I just wish we got more names of the other detectives too. *sighs dreamily* LT Scott Tolliver my beloved, body blocking the window for his friends. Ryan nice tie but sad face. *just discussing their little Family Things with LT right there* (at least he's just off to the side keeping watch) (& he loves them! He's willing to take some extra time escorting castle out!

OOH SMITH IS ALIVE! (barely looks like smith tho)

Nice flowers ah the swings! Not the library where she arrested him & he went when he escaped jail? Harbouring a fugitive? RC: For the couple that has everything. Two matching burner phones, GPS turned, of course. Couples that have matching burner phones together, stay together. (Except then this exact same arc continues & they do the other thing. In fact, that technically starts next episode even tho it really starts in s8...) KB: Listen, Castle, I can’ ask you to stick around anymore. RC: You don’t have to ask. I’m volunteering. (like the esposito fiancee one! I'm volunteering. They love each other. Btw I should clip this. I usually clip funny stuff but this is just...) (she has such an accent. she is ethnically slavic canadian-american, fillion is also canadian-american, but their accents are so different. Wait, wasn't fillion from edmonton? I know it's a city, but it is also alberta, maybe that's why I like his accent the most.)

& just a side note, she REALLY needs to hide her identity a bit more. Maybe tuck her hair up und-- wait. Julia Ogden moments. She's skinny enough (tho still nicely boobed) that she can pass for a boy (despite being nicely boobed), I said to tuck her hair up under a toque & then let the ends hang over her face like emo bangs & she's also p tall, maybe just put some shadow on your chin or above your lip. It only works from a distance but yk. & then also if you stick some lidocaine in your cheeks (or hold cottonballs in your mouth) it changes your face shape.

sito being sus. (he is rly bad at this. I thought he was military trained to be good at this. keeping secrets.)

know vs knew

Like the baudelaires getting in the newspaper while they were in the last chance general store.

Oh no someone in the stairwell. Or that. How did that call go to your ONLY RECENTLY PURCHASED BURNER PHONE? (unless they already had the burners for the "project")

He's late bc he was a little busy getting shot, like castle's dad MS: Yes, and I thought I’d found it. I got to one of Bracken’s men, who told me there was something that the Senator was afraid of. A recording made by a former associate to protect himself. A recording in which Bracken admits to murder. (wouldn't the man who recorded it have told him abt it tho?) Thanks bonvolio. What fold? Are you alone smith? Lol he's right: Detective, you are radioactive. You can’t even help yourself. WAIT THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU CAN'T EVEN HHHEALP YOURSELF BIG RATS BIGGER SACK HANG LOWER ETHAN NESTOR RUSSIAN ACCENT MOMENT

The one guy is really sus of rysposito. Btw I love how the depression anxiety substance abuse post traumatic stress disorder poster appears to have no commas between them. What move would you make if you DID know where they are? VG: Gentlemen Me, reading the transcript: *french accent* Gentlemenn I LOVE gates! VG: Beckett’s not a killer, I know that. But she’s going to go down for this open and shut unless I can protect her. And I can’t do that if I’m left in the dark. So if she’s being set up? I need to know why. Hasn't she killed someone before? Yeah I remember dick coonan was onscreen Ryan asks esposito permission first lol Imagine if gates didn't even KNOW that johanna was murdered lol. rysposito don't KNOW everything, not even as much as caskett do.

Don't u need to be 21 to get a hotel room in the usa? Just change her look not his? He's the famous one. KB: We’ll never find the truth if we run away. RC: Kate, we’re never going to find the truth if we’re dead. Castle ALWAYS knows a guy.

Oh good changing her hair. (You know, that would have been fun, we haven't had significant hair changes since s1 2 & 3, then s3's hair was half the time cool half the time .. exactly like the next several seasons.)

not gonna be castle babe. Unless it is & it's going to be funny tense moments. dun dun dun bracken himself! How tense! lmao it built character?? (but she can't move on from her mom's murder u said to her basically u couldn't move on from the death of the neighbourhood kid) (side note I like how vulcan simmons is Black & william bracken is white.) WB: (sighs) So I guess there’s no point in asking for your vote, is there? XD That's a really Something thing to happen, thing to say. poetic, sexy true. You have people for that, I want you... kinda romantic...

WB: There is no truth. Not anymore. Episode title: Veritas

What's in the pill? How long does it take for that pill to kick in? OOH HAVING SEEN THIS BEFORE I KNOW WHY SHE ASKS Well you surely have the jigsaw puzzle somewhere still...

Gates my beloved

Is she drinking it? Is it like when the murderer is trying to bury me alive & I keep eating the dirt faster than he can bury me so I stay alive? bc if she wanted, she could spit it out all over herself & ppl would be like "why did she get so much booze on herself if her blood alcohol wasn't even that bad?" Will Castle show up? Is thomas/sergio wearing gloves handling this gun? (yes) Drunken suicide. I see. She's playing a dangerous game getting it so close to him pushing her trigger... & boom! she's def drunk but she could also drink even Castle (a man who is big & has mass & def drank enough in his day) under the table in a contest. *spits out the pill which TOTALLY would have dissolved by now* These two ppl have just been killed... too bad we can't kill bracken as easily. Ok transcript, not only is she drunk, she is also just hit in the head. Call Castle Blood on the wall

Castle <3

Flashbacks & thoughts & clips & memories & ooh I love! Was monty friends with johanna?

OH YES I FORGOT THAT THIS WAS THE ONE WITH THE FLASHBACK. WELCOME BACK RSH!

INT – TWELFTH PRECINCT RECORDS ROOM (FLASHBACK) (so glad they remembered how they said they met) KB: You’re Montgomery. I mean, Captain Montgomery. (My man was already a captain at this point. When was he a detective? with the guy who went to prison & left information with his memaw?) RM: Do I know you, Officer … (he glances at her name badge) … Beckett? KB: No. No, sir. I just – I’ve always wanted to do what you do. I wanted to be in homicide. (& he brings her in!!! He really is her dad!) RM: Is that right? What are you doing now? KB: (confused) Patrol. RM: I can see that. But what are you doing in the archives? KB: I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t – I didn’t mean to be here. I know I shouldn’t be. But I - I was looking into a case. My mom’s homicide. He glances at the box of files. (So glad that-- I lost my thought) RM: Johanna Beckett. KB: Did you know her? RM: I know her case is unsolved. And you were reviewing the files to see if they might have missed something? (.. How much do you know? ig I'll find out as the ep goes on) KB: Yes, sir. RM: If the case is unsolved, chances are the answers aren’t in that file. (he right) KB’S face falls. RM: What did your mother do, Officer Beckett? KB: She was a lawyer. RM: And you think her death might have had something to do with a case she was handling? KB: Well the detective that was working her case, Raglan, said that it was just random, but – RM: Well did you look though her personal belongings? Old notebooks, journals, diaries? ..Cassette recordings?.. Stuff like that? KB: (nods) Yes, sir. Tons of times. But I haven’t found anything that seems relevant. RM: ... Well keep looking. (NO NO NO SAD YOU CAN SEE HIM) (con't) You never know when something might turn up. (Or maybe protect her by telling her to stop. Remember when she recovered for a bit? & then she relapsed. She really IS an addict.) KB nods. RM: Nice meeting you, Officer Beckett. He salutes her and she salutes back. He gives her a sad smile. RM: Sorry about your mom. KB: Thank you, sir. He leaves.

I have this town close by one of my fave museums that has a population of 300 & it is really beautiful with historical stuff & I love it. Tbh it is more of an extension of the nearby city than its own town.

Wait was monty a legit associate? or was he just accidentally involved? I mean he wasn't... intentionally there but i I feel like once youre in you can't really get out. Which ig he couldn't, lockwood killed him. Ok so u can pronounce the g in belongings but u can't pronounce ANY t?

call ryan & esposito to do it for u

Sus. a pair of detectives out here taking a shift like this? They should have come in complaining "Why do we need to take a shift guarding her place? ugh. How annoying." grab the stuff & go grab the stuff & go grab *DROPS IT?* the stuff & go WHY ARE YOU WAITING THERE WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT THE STUFF NOW YOU HAVE TWO MINS TO SKIDADDLE FRICKING.. lol subpoena her notes so u write in shorthand. Love it. I love my own shorthand. Eth & thorn & ampersand & ampersand for "that" which is a thorn with a line... one of the many proposals for eng... I got in trouble in culinary school bc my shorthand was for me to read. I'm like "girl this workplan is for me, if you want someone else to read it give them the textbook i copied it from. if this was my restaurant we would use shorthand still but it would be less short & more standardized."

lol they would SO be able to decipher it Told u to get out. Why would she give it to her husband & child?

(I love esposito's unimpressed face, rystle look ashamed, beckett looks shocked) DONOVAN and his men have arrested CASTLE, BECKETT, RYAN, and ESPOSITO. None of them are happy as the elevator clicks open and they follow DONOVAN through the bullpen. GATES gapes at them when she notices from her office. (Poor gates) Yep. I'm not watching bc I don't have access, I'm on the transcript rn instead of looking up my school supplies or my bus route to my psych appt... but maybe I shall clip. I remember the bloopers the handcuffs came apart & esposito/JH ran away.

KB: The elephants RC: ??? (I'm glad he doesn't understand) "this one's good with money" what if castle DID get beckett to throw them out? & has she seriously never dropped them when moving? did she take them with her when she moved to DC? did she not sell them bc she was downsizing to travel? I'm getting a rock collection from a friend moving to australia.

Or you know, just... ask someone. Yell over to ann hastings who adores you. ask her to open the elephants. ask donovan to let you check your elephants. I mean he wouldn't let you. Shout to gates to do it once they take you to jail. Or maybe walk over there calmly so as not to arouse suspicion. Holy crap he pulls his gun on her! Heck yeah gates for taking down donovan's arm! Lol love the slow motion

There would either be more stuff before that on the tape or they would be at the end of the tape. (I wrot ethat during the transcript. There is actually a decent amount of audio that I didn't know was part of the recording while watching) Like how the audio still kind of sucks WAIT LAST EPISODE, THE ONE WITH THE Hi8, THAT WAS A LEADUP TO THIS) Wow language. Wowie! You were like "ooh you're mafia extorting! bad you! But I'll take your money!" & now you're like "I've had people fucking KILLED before"??? (he knows ppl bc he was assistant da, of COURSE he knows)

WB: Well it’s simple, Linda. I’m tired. The backroom deals, the corruption, the waste? Oh I figured it out. He is not just the guy saving his neighbourhood kid friend, he is not just doing senator things, he always has been about the money. Back with the extortion ring. He was doing this BEFORE the extortion ring. *sees beckett who is supposed to be dead* except they totally told him that becks escaped & killed his guys. He knew. He was saying "you can't be here" bc he thought becks was arrested. & discredited

he didn't do it, he hired dick coonan to do it. *catching this on film* Ooh music

& they're all just... no longer under arrest?

lmao ok. I love it.

But this is not the end of the season?

Hey with having already liveblogged while my unle was over yesterday from the transcript, I only spent an hour or so on this ep! Nice!

#castle 6x22 #the framing beckett episode #castle 6x22 spoilers #castle 6x22 quote #plot heavy

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vlassk · 2 years

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Banshee Episode 1

An- welcome welcome, this is going to be a stranger type of story from the last one. This time you have Powers. Also this is just a Pilot to check some stuff out. I don't want Reader to be a number but I might have to settle of 000 or Zero even though she was Technically found out second.

Song of the day

Summary- y/n was a very happy child growing up, having supportive parents who looked out for you. But it all came Crumbling down

Warnings - Blood, gore, panic attacks, kidnaping, crying, guns

Paring- Henry creel/ 001 x reader

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"Sweetie!! Come down for breakfast!" Your mother called as you ran down the stairs. You were caught and picked up by your father who only threw you in the air and caught you in a big hug, you giggled as he put you down to let you have breakfast.

"What did you make" you say happily waiting for the plates to land on the table. Your father smiled and grabbed a plate, laying it down showing you the Pancakes and Bacon and eggs. Your face widens in happiness.

Family meals were the best times for you.

You lived a happy life. For all your 8 years of life you enjoyed it all. Your mother stayed at home and your father worked at some random Oil company. But either way You had a happy family. Even when you started to show some weird signs. When you were first born your mother had a strange connection to you, she loved you more than anything. You were apart of her.

When you first hit 8 years old your mother felt her connection reaching another point, it didnt end because you got older but she knew it got stronger in a way even Your mother didnt understand. You didnt even notice the way your mother saw you.

As you ate your food you suddenly look up

"Father you should check on Mr.William after dinner" you say calmly going back to eating your food happily. Your father slowly looked at you, looking back at his wife in a small panic. He smiles at you and agrees, trying to eat his own food.

The panic only really set in after dinner, when your father kissed you in the cheek and kissed your mother, he got his jacket and decided to check on your neighbor. An Old man who lived alone. As he knocked on the door he only became more and more scared. He cracked the unlocked door open and smelt the horrible smell. It ran through the air like some disease that could kill him any moment, he ran back to His house and called the cops.

A few minutes later Mr. Williams was brought out, having had Heart issues a day or two later. In the hot spring heat his body became a mess. Your mother never knew how you knew to check on the old man, Nor was she afraid but just confused

"Is Mr. Williams ok?" You say quietly, holding your moms hand. She nods and smiles

"Thank you for telling daddy to go check on him Y/N..." She squeezes your hand lightly and hands you one if the Baked goods she had made.

As you got a bit older your oddness continued to grow. Whenever a dog or cat would roam the neighborhood and went missing you could some how point out where they would be, or give an estimate on how long you have with it. On the rare occasion you did the same with humans. Even if you somehow knew about the Death that ran through the neighborhood you didnt let it make you sad.

However. One night it all changed.

As you Woke up the Morning of March 25th a feeling of sadness and dred ran through you. As you went downstairs your mother instantly noticed, your father tried to cheer you up but nothing would work.

"Father can you check on this family?" You say jumping up on the chairs.

"What family sweetie" your father looks at you, the same panic found its way like it always did. You didnt know who but you explained how it was down the street and to the Left.

You usually never went with him to these places but this time you had to. It was so early only your father was really wide awake. Your mother getting up to do her daily activities before you even started your day.

But this time you had to go. You couldn't let him leave alone. As you sat and cried and begged to go your mother finally pulled you away having enough of your breakdown. Your Father was heading to his car, putting on his hat and going inside, as you saw this you turned to Bit your mother, the tears pouring out already. As you pulled away from your mother and ran outside you tripped on one if the Porch stairs and falling. As your dad drove off something ran through your bones. Your whole body.

As you reach out for your father your brain goes Fuzzy, your eyes start to dart around looking for something to get your father out. You cry more and start to scream, small screams at first as your mom was about to grab you and once her hands were about to touch you, you let out a Violent Screech. Not just any Child outburst, But as you Screeched a large Sonic wave exits from your mouth, your Mother is Thrown back and she covered her ears. You stopped for a second noticing the bloody nose you had and seeing the harm you did to the grass and fence along with the small Mail box, you feel more rage and sadness wash over you as you throw your head back and begin to scream more, destroying the tree branches that slightly covered you as you Wailed.

As your father showed up at the street he saw a hord of Cop cars outside a house. He drives across the street to see body bags being carried out. The feeling if dred fell on him as he Heard the loud Scream. He turned around towards his House seeings birds fly away. He wondered about what it was and if you were alright after he left. There was no doubt your father loved you, he just feared you. He was taken out of his thoughts as someone tapped his shoulder. As he turned her saw the man in front of him.

"Hello...you heard that too?" The man slightly smiles.

"Uh...yeah uh, I just heard about the cops and wanted to check it out, I better be going" as your Father Tried to turn away the man grabbed his shoulder again, this time as he turned he saw other men.

"Let's have a chat..." The man says as he pulls your dad into a van. This man begins to interrogate your father taking it as far to Tie him up and have his men beat him.

"What was that noise..." He keeps asking. Soon enough your father breaks. Afraid of what you were and tired of dealing with it all.

Your father closes his eyes tired and done, he means back in the seat as one of the mans men pulls out a gun and pulls the trigger.

Your mom finally pulled you into the house, you still crying and weeping as your tired body slumped into the house. Your mother tried to figure out what happened, what was happening as you heard a knock

Your mother opens the door hoping its your Father as she freezes at the door. The same man approached her, pushing her aside as him and his men walked into the house.

"Hey what do you think you're doing in my house?! Get out ! Get out now! "As your mom tried to push them back she was thrown down fell on a side table. Hurting her arms and falling to the floor. The Man approached you slowly, crouching down and moving your hair away.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Your mother screamed trying to crawl towards you, as you look up tiredly you see her get kicked. Your body almost feeling it.

"Mommy..." You get up slowly. Trying to regain any energy you had.

"Its okay little one. My name is Dr. Brenner, what's yours?" The man goes to hide your mother, holding up a hand to order the men he had behind him .

"My name...my name is Y/n...y/n l/n..." You almost fall back down , meaning against the stairs as you look at the man.

"Did you do the scream?" He says in a calming tone, you nod slowly, ready to fall asleep.

"NO STO-"you hear another beating agaisnt your mother. Your brain still not comprehending what was going on. You see your mother in between the mans arms. Her body beaten as she cried and reached to you. Your body ached for her, feeling more tears coming on you begin to slowly cry, the man notices and covers her again, picking you up and carrying you to the kitchen. You sit on the chairs as he and another man Sit by you. The bigger man trying to hold you up.

You can hear your moms crying through the wall. The man tries to ask you more questions

"Why was your papa at that house?" The man leans a little closer as you quietly respond

"I... I knew something happened, I get these feelings and something always happens"

You lean against the table. Laying your head down on the table

Your mom struggles against the men as she kicks one of them, running towards you as a gunshot is heard. She slows down and leans against the doorway, almost to you. You lift your head up and slowly begin to turn to her. The Main man lifts his hand and moves it around. Your mother is dragged back and another shot is heard. As you turn around you see your mom laying on the floor. Blood pooling around her.

Your body goes limp again, Your head rests behind the chair as you look up, more tears start to pour out the Men next to you is told to get you out through the back , as he back you up you break free again, pushing him away as you fall before the man could get you away another loud Screech was heard, the men covering their ears. You turn to face the man, as the Sonic wave of sound pushes him back and through the wall, blood started to fall from your nose. Once you stop you slowly turn to Dr.Brenner, the man stands back . you start opening your mouth, ready to scream again even if it took everything out of you, but you were knocked out by one if the men that shot your mother.

You woke up in a white room. Your were in some random Hospital gown and strapped to a chair. you looked over at the large mirror on the wall, looking at your hair, it was cut short not fully buzzed off but short enough to where you couldn't put it in A pony tail.

You hear the door click, as the man Before steps in

"Hello y/n... How did you sleep"

"I ...I don't know..."

"What do you remember" the man asks pulling up anither chair and sitting down

"I...you hurt mommy and daddy didnt you" you say quietly. Not understanding why anything was happening like this

"...how did you know about your father" the man looks at you confused. Knowing full well you weren't even in the same car as he was.

"I felt it..." You furrowed your eyebrows looking at the man.

"From now On You will call me Papa... When we let you free you will be meeting someone. Will you be okay with that?" The man smiles softly standing up.

"Will you Kill me like you killed them" you say about to cry again. Brenner had a bit of fear in him.

"That was an accident. I'm sorry we did that but they would have hurt you more if we didnt get you. We will understand you more then they ever could. And we could help you" the man walks over to you, holding your hand softly and reassuring you.

"We won't hurt you ,I promise"

"Okay..." You say softly. Calming down as you sniffled away any other feelings.

A few hours later of getting random people come in and out to speak you, you were finally released. A large man holds your hand as you slowly get off of the chair. Once you leave the room you see Brenner again,

"Hello Y/n...feeling any better" he smiles at you, you hesitate before you respond

"Hello...papa... I'm okay" you gave a forced smile, even as a Child you knew this place was wrong.

You were guided down the long hallway and into a room with a boy. He was older than you but not a teen.

"Y/n...This is Peter, but you may call him 001" brenner closes the door as the boy sits up from the chess board and turns towards you, his eyebrows furrowed. He looked more angry, you slowly backed away into Papa. He out his hand on your shoulders and you saw the reflection in the mirror, he gave a stern look to the boy, who softened his face

"001 this is Y/N ... You may call her by that name okay?" Brenner let's you go with a soft push, you walk towards the boy and hold out your hand, he shakes it softly and looks back at Papa.

"What are you doing" you ask softly sitting down across from him

"Its called Chess..." He says as he moves another piece.

"Can you teach me how it works?" The boy nods and for the next hour he teaches you about all the weird toys in the room. Brenner steps out, carfully watching you from the double sided mirror. He notices 001 look back at him sometimes. His face would smile with the girl but once he looked into the mirror his face blanked.

That was the just the beginning for you and him.

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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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A Family Affair

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of.

Spooky season is upon us and I’ve already begun watching too many horror movies. This fic will definitely be a two parter

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes, mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 2 is gonna include more of this and the smut

Growing up you were grateful for living in a small town. You didn't really relate to the coming-of-age stories told in the movies where the small town girl runs off to the big city for a whirlwind romance and a chance at some "big break." To you, small town life was more picturesque than any overcrowded city. You knew your neighbors, and watched a lot of their families grow and change throughout the years. A small town allows you to become a regular at several businesses, including the coffee shop and your favorite diner downtown. Going away to college was tough even though you didn't go far. The nearest city - a little over 40 miles away - had a great college with a program you were really interested in pursuing.

You went home every break and picked up delivery jobs at one of the local restaurants. It was winter break of your last year in college when you first delivered to the Aizawa residence. In all your years at the restaurant they never ordered delivery, one of the two men would always place an order for pick up. The thing about small town stereotypes is that small towns tend to self-impose said stereotypes. The Aizawa's were that family. The one that everyone whispered when they came to town and children would tell horror stories about during Halloween. They were the weird family that lived just past the outskirts of town.

You weren't entirely sure what either of the two men did. Everyone speculated that Mr. Aizawa was some sort of mountain-man-feral type and maybe did some mechanic work for the folks that tend to live in between towns. His husband, Mr. Yamada seemed like the stay at home trophy husband but you heard he did some sort of conspiracy podcast. They had children - reportedly, but no one has really met them - and other family members that live similarly further out into the middle of nowhere. The drive was absurdly long but they were loyal customers and the owners didn't want to turn their request down. Your boss handed you a chunk of bills to fill up your tank before heading out. That's no place you'd want to get stranded, he told you.

The paved road got worse the further you got from town. Forty-five minutes later you were pulling down the dirt road that led to the illuminated Aizawa home. A wall of cold air slammed in to you when you opened your car door and you grumbled about leaving your gloves at home. There was no doorbell, so knocked and did that awkward please-don't-let-me-freeze dance while you waited. Two unfamiliar faces opened the door, an apathetic looking teen and an adorable little girl. Must be their children. The older one called out for his dad before taking one of the bags you held and disappearing into the home. You looked down awkwardly and wave at the girl. She smiled shyly and reached out for the other bag.

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "It's a little heavy."

She nodded.

"Okay, but use two hands," You passed her the bag. "Oh jeez, you're strong. Don't tell your brother, but I think this is the heavier bag."

You smiled when she giggled and ran off.

Mr. Aizawa appeared in the door, "How much do we owe?"

He was just as terrifying up close and for a split second your mind went blank while your basic instincts were begging you go back to the car. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking irritated at your falter.

"Uh - forty-two."

He pulled counted out a chunk of bills and then you were off. You didn't even count the amount until you parked. Forty-two with a forty-dollar tip. They may be odd but apparently they're loaded. You didn't think much of it until the following week when you were heading back to their house with another delivery. You wished that they would order earlier but at least you could hope for another generous tip. You were taken aback when the little girl answered the door by herself, jumping up and down with excitement.

Was she old enough to answer the door by herself?

"Papa," She yelled. "The lady is here!"

She turned her attention back to you with a huge grin, "Shinsou got sore that you told me I'm the stronger one."

Before you could respond to her the other man, Mr. Yamada, bounced around the corner, "Eri, what have we told you about the door? Oh no, you must be freezing come stand inside while I go get your payment. Forty-two right?"

You wanted to protest, feeling uneasy in their entryway but the little girl tugged you by the delivery bags. So you stood there quietly while she ran back in forth so she could unload the delivery for you. Shinsou peered around the corner so you gave a small wave. Then it was just you and Eri once again. In the background you could hear Yamada asking his husband where the wallet went.

"I like your shirt," You smiled, trying to fill the silence.

"I wanted a Pegasus shirt but this was the only one my daddy could find."

"Well I think unicorns are pretty cool too."

You use to babysit for some of the families in town, no part of you could imagine doing that all the way out here.

The blonde rejoined you, giving you another lush payment. You heard the little girl whine about you leaving so quickly until her father appeased her by saying you'd be back.

Something about that rubbed you the wrong way; but you were back like clockwork the next week with their usual delivery. Once again you were brought inside while they went to get your payment. But on your fourth and what should have been your final delivery of the winter break you noticed something was off when you parked. Their truck was missing from its usual spot. Strange but they probably just moved it somewhere else on the property. You had become accustom Eri running to answer the door and telling you wait for her parents in the entrance of the house. You became suspicious after she had run back and forth to take the food to the kitchen.

"Eri, where are your parents? Or Shinsou?"

The little girl's response was nonchalant, "They had to go out, one of our cattle got out. But they gave me the money."

You stuffed the money into your jacket; payment was the issue here. In the back of your mind you though about how you never saw any cattle on your deliveries. A child her age shouldn’t be left alone.

"Oh, well, can I hang out with you while we wait for them to come back?"

The little girl lit up as she pulled you to the living room. There was a kid's movie playing on the TV and she had a coloring book out. Eri divide up her crayons and tore out a page for you to join her. You kept looking to the window, waiting for the truck to pull up.

Suddenly there was banging at the door, which elicited a cry from Eri. You reached into your pocket only finding the crumpled bills. Shit, your stomach dropped. You left your phone in your car. After all, this was just supposed to be a quick delivery. The noise stopped, only for a moment, before resuming.

"Eri, sweetie," You whispered to the stunned little girl. "Do your parents have a phone here?"

She shook her head.

A man’s voice tore through the door, "Let me in dammit, you have to let me in before they come back."

You held your finger to your lip, and Eri nodded, repeating the gesture. The living room light was on and you realized that if he came to the side of the house you'd be seen through the window, but turning out the light would draw attention. Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he didn't know if anyone was inside and turning off the light would signal your presence. You pointed to the kitchen, where the lights were off and the two of you tip toed to the safety of darkness.

"Eri, honey, can you go sit in the pantry for me and be really, really quiet? I'll be right out here and don't come out until I come to get you okay?"

She looked hesitant and tearful but you were surprised at her level of composure for a kid. Finally she complied. Once the pantry door was closed you began rummaging through the drawers, looking for something that could inflict the most damage. A meat tenderizer could work. The banging continued and you swore you hear wood beginning to splinter. Your grip tightened with every bang. Finally the door gave way and a man stumbled through the splintered wood. He stopped when he saw you holding the cleaver.

He was dirty, without shoes or a shirt and his skin was red from the cold.

You hoped your voice wouldn’t crack, "You need to leave-"

"Monsters, monsters," he blabbed. "They're gonna come back and we gotta go."

You decided to bluff, "Get out of here, I already called the cops."

"Good, good, good," He mumbled, “but we still gotta go. NOW."

There was one step forward from him, one step back from you.

"If you come near me, I'll make sure you don't get up," You warned. At the very least you had to keep him away from Eri. Even if that was all you could do.

There was a desperate look in his eyes; they darted from you to the keys hooked to your jeans, then back to the keys. Finally he smiled, "You have a car, man that's perfect. Listen I won't hurt you but we need to get in your damn car, now."

Sounds like something someone who wants to hurt me would say, you thought. Apparently you took too long to respond, the man lunged toward you and you tried to swing the meat tenderizer. The tool connected with his shoulder and he howled out in pain but still managed to wrestle you to the ground. The two of you struggled with each other and the man was yelling that you'd die if you didn't listen to him. You landed a weak hit to his jaw, splitting his lip. You even tried biting at him but he was persistent and struggling to get your keys. You were telling him he could have them that he just needed to let you go but he wasn't listening to you. Managing to grab his ear you had a flashback to the self-defense seminar you had to take in college, it should be easy to rip a human ear. So you pulled. Blood began to flow from the wound down his face and on to you. He got you off him before you got the whole ear by delivering a blow to your stomach. The air rushed from your body, is this what it means to get the wind knocked out of you?

There was a loud noise and fog lights flooded through the broken door. Then saw Shinsou and Aizawa pulling the man off you. You pushed yourself and back, clutching at your stomach. Your cheeks were wet. Were you crying or was that blood on your face? Probably both.

The trio wrangled the man outside where you heard more struggling, fighting, and groaning.

Eri. You managed your way to the kitchen but realized you were covered in blood. Not wanting to traumatize the little girl any further you spoke through the door.

"Eri, can you stay there a little bit longer?"

"Can't I come out? I heard my daddies," She cried, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Not yet, okay? They're here and everything's okay, I'm gonna have them come get you okay?"

Thankfully, the door didn't open. As you shuffled toward the front door Mr. Yamada entered, wiping specks of blood off him.

You were shocked when he pulled you into a hug, "You're okay. Sho and Shinsou got everything under control. Where is Eri?"

You told him about her hiding spot and he sighed in relief and rushed to her.

The other two returned with bloodied knuckles that made your stomach churn.

"Yamada," The mountain man called, with his eyes scanning the home.

"Don't worry, Sho, I got Eri. She's fine. Our delivery girl is okay, she's got some bumps and bruises but she made the other guy look worse."

Aizawa ushered you to the couch, expecting your legs to give out at any moment.

"We need to call the police," You finally spoke.

Aizawa assured you he did. They were 45 minutes out but they'd work on getting here faster. Yamada brewed you a cup of tea, “for while we wait.” They finally calmed Eri down and Shinsou took her upstairs to get ready for bed. It felt weird for them to return to mundane evening routines so quickly after all that chaos, but maybe you were just the odd one out. Close to an hour later you were still waiting for the police to show up. Your tea was finished long ago and your nerves had calmed. You were even having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"You think they're almost here, babe" The blonde wondered, draping a throw blanket around your shoulders. "I'm sure she wants to this day to be over with."

---

It was still dark when you woke up. The blonde was fast asleep on the recliner next to you. The police must have come by now but there was no way you slept through the visit. Anxiety from earlier made it’s way back in to your chest. The clock read 4am; had they even called the police. All of the childhood rumors you heard came flooding back and you exited the house as quietly as you could, not realizing your keys were no longer with you.

When you made it outside you noticed dried blood on the ground, trailing toward what you assumed was their barn or storage shed. You were entranced. Looking back to the house, no one was awake; there was no movement, no light, just quiet. You shouldn’t follow the bloody trail, you shouldn't go near the shed; but your body moved on it's own accord and before you realized it you were at the doors. You gave a tug, expecting it to be locked, but the door swung open and inside you noticed the lock lay on the ground.

You should have turned around, got in your car, and drove away. Instead you stepped inside and found the bloody, broken body of the man who attacked you. There was a slight sway to the corpse that was hanging from a reinforced pillar. Nearly screaming your hand shot to cover your mouth.

You should've left.

Aizawa was watching you from the kitchen, cursing Hizashi for leaving the shed unlocked. His hand hovered over the secured cabinet drawer that stored a pistol. He wouldn't shoot you only scare you a bit. But you weren't running out in a panic. He didn't even hear you scream. Interesting. He went to join you, moving like any predator concealing it presence and leaving the gun safe untouched.

You should've left.

You finally came to your sense and whirled around only to run into your late night admirer. A terrified squeak escaped you as you jumped further into the confined space.

"Mr Aizawa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - I'm sorry."

He didn't look angry, although you wished he did. It would be better than the unsettling smile on his face.

"That's alright, I was heading out here anyway," He closed the door behind him and flicked on a dim light that lit up the room with shadows. "Can't leave it hanging for too long."

Your throat tightened, he stood between you and the only exit. If he noticed your terror there was no indication that he cared. He turned his back to you momentarily, rummaging through the clutter on the workbench. Now was the best chance you may get and you made a dash for the door. It was a futile attempt and part of you knew it but your nerves were ablaze with adrenaline and you were running on instinct not reason. There was a foreign tightness around your throat that kept you fighting to inhale. Struggling to breathe you didn’t even register the sharp pinch of a needle piercing your deltoid.

Aizawa pressed his nose to your hair, "Behave. Even if you get out of here, your tire has a flat, pesky nails tend to find their way on to the roads out here. A real shame."

He dragged you over to a chair across from the lifeless body cuffing both your wrists to the armrests. Stupid, stupid, he was grabbing out cuffs and I ran straight into him, you scolded yourself. You went to open your mouth and beg to be let go, but you were silenced.

"Keep it down or I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

Your heart was beating so hard it hurt. Once a friend said it was possible to die by fright, if that was true you wouldn't last much longer. Now that you were safely out of the way, Aizawa could make quick work dismembering the carcass. He donned his usual rubber apron and pulled back his hair. With his experience he could finish the job in less than two hours. Now was as good a time as ever for you to learn.

With a sigh he began his explanation and craft:

"Cannibalism has been around as long as we've existed: sacrificially, ceremonially, culturally, especially during times of plague, war, and famine. You can find documented accounts from pretty much every part of the world. And there's no one reason. Our family keeps it simple. We eat meat, animals are meat, and humans are animals. In times of famine and other hardships, this was a reliable food source. Of course now, there's not much of a risk for severe famine to effect people like us but it's tradition. This is how it's been for our family for years. And not just those of us around these parts but our relatives everywhere. It's important to keep old trades alive."

He paused, now splattered with blood, to take note of your dry heaving.

"Please," You gasped. "I just want to go -"

With narrowed eyes he continued:

"It's important for you to listen to our family history. Typically we don't reap a harvest until three weeks after the winter solstice and 3 weeks before the summer solstice. Twice a year is enough to get us by. Zashi and I are impressed that you managed to wrangle him in. Poetic in a way, don’t ’cha think? Consuming the flesh of someone who tried to overpower you. First reap of the harvest. Nice that it's a family affair."

The room was spinning and you were fighting the sedative as hard as you could. There was no way any of this was real, maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you'd been knocked unconscious when that man rushed you. Or better yet, maybe you were asleep at home still. It was possible that this whole delivery fiasco was just a nightmare. Your stomach churned at the speech. There was sun peaking through the cracks in the wall by the time he finished separating the ... different sections. There was no more body, just pieces. You nodded off for a few minutes before being jolted awake by the door opening and letting in the bright morning light .

"Good morning, you two night owls," Hizashi beamed. Walking to his husband handing over a tall mug of coffee. He was completely unfazed by the scene he walked in on. In fact the only frown he made was when Aizawa said he put too much sweetener in the coffee. "Anyways, grumpy pants, I called your sister. She's on her way to pick up Eri and Shinsou for a few days. To give us some time to focus on our little muse. Speaking of, I should go get her some water. Oh, plus we need to fix our door."

---

After you refused to drink anything they tried to give you they left you alone in the shed. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip through and in your struggle you managed to topple the chair over, hitting the floor with painful slap. It was hard to ignore the buzzing of the flies swarming the space where the body once hung. You closed your eyes, your mind wandering to your family and what they would think when they realized you were missing.

Outside you heard a car pull up and were tempted to scream for someone to help you. Maybe it was the police; maybe someone realized you didn't go home last night and found out where your last delivery was. Your captors came out to greet whoever it was and you were glad you didn't yell, they sounded friendly. They were coming toward the shed but you were too defeated to react.

"Sho," Hizashi gasped, "She fell."

The response was sharp and sarcastic, "I hadn't noticed." He yanked you up with ease and the world was no longer side ways but the jolt paired with the exhaustion and drugs left the world spinning.

The woman must've been the sister they mentioned earlier. She squealed with delight, "Oh isn't she the cutest, lemme get a good look."

She resembled neither of the men and gave off cool-soccer-mom vibes. With a gentle grip on your chin she bore into your eyes.

"Please,” You begged, “I just want go home."

The sister didn't waiver, "Don't worry sweet thing, these two are gonna take such good care of you. Just relax and let them help you."

Help? You don't need help from them. You needed to get out of this hell.

"Okay," She bounced toward the exit, "Bring out my niece and nephew, we're gonna have a fun weekend. And take care of your girl, she looks like a keeper."

Finally you screamed in frustration. Brief, loud, and full of anger but it deflated just as quickly when the two men shot you a menacing look. How could all three of them show no display of empathy? You were again convinced this was an alternate reality when both children peaked their heads in to wave goodbye before they peeled away from the home, leaving you alone with Hizashi and Aizawa.

---

There was a hatch toward the back of the room where the two disappeared until they came back with a third body. They were dragging a woman up like a ragdoll and acidic bile burned your throat. If you had to guess you would say she was late middle age. It felt like they were setting a stage, Hizashi pulled you closer to where they stood while Aizawa managed to tie the woman down to the stained table.

"Why are you doing this," you cried. But they ignored you.

"Did you know there are people who pay for certain oddities and they’re willing to spend big bucks to get what they want? We keep whatever makes sense to eat and sell the rest. Ideally nothing goes to waste.”

The next hour and forty-seven minutes were excruciating. There were several “items” – as they referred to her body parts – that they removed while she was still alive; but finally Aizawa made the perfect incision along her thigh and a pomegranate wave gushed out. There was no way she would suffer much longer with this amount of blood loss.

"Please just let her die," You begged the universe. "Please let it end."

For the first time since starting they stepped back from the body, leaving it on the table to come over to you. Aizawa knelt before you and his bloody hand brushed hair from your face; his thumb rested on your lip and you couldn't even physically respond. Hizashi was behind him, rubbing his partner's shoulders.

"You're going to kill me?”

Both men finally softened, coming down their endorphin high. There was something so satisfying about your question. Arousing, even. They made it clear that your life was up to them, which meant they had you where they needed you.

"Am I having a blonde moment? I don't recall saying we'd kill her."

Aizawa threw an incredulous look his way before addressing you, "We aren't going to kill you. We wouldn't've saved you from that terrible animal if that were the plan. We don't kill just anyone. We wanted to introduce you to our lifestyle and now’s the best chance. Eri’s wanted to keep you since day one, but if you can't behave that'll be an issue. Can you prove to us that you’re going to behave or do we have to get you down into the cellar?”

There was no other choice than to nod. Picking up a piece of the dissected woman Hizashi muttered something about starting dinner before telling his husband that you really need to get more rest. Aizawa agreed, and since it seemed like you were having trouble getting rest he decided to give you another little dose of medicine.

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fanficsfromyesteryear · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request headcanons for dating marcus (deadly class)? Thank you

HEADCANONS FOR DATING MARCUS LOPEZ ARGUELLO

A/N: Just a head’s up, I got a little carried away, so this is kinda long lol. Also, sorry this took forever! I’ve been suuuuuper busy lately :/ I almost had it done before work picked back up, but I couldn’t figure out how to end it. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

Before the two of you started dating, Marcus had no idea that you liked him, and for good reason

You did such a good job with hiding your feelings that sometimes even you forgot they were there, which was kind of the whole point

With girls like Saya and Maria around, sending out mixed signals and dropping subtle hints that they liked Marcus, too, it was intimidating

Add Marcus’s constant cynicism about love, and life in general, into the mix, and it was clear the chances of him actually liking you back were next to nothing

So, you knew it was probably for the best to move on

You used the “if you ignore it, it’ll go away” approach in the hopes that if you simply didn’t acknowledge your feelings, the problem would disappear

All this did, however, was create a whole new issue

Somewhere along the way, you’d begun to take the thought process of ‘ignoring your crush’ too literally

You and Marcus were best friends, so when, out of the blue, you stopped talking to him, he could tell something was up

He had no clue what, though

Naturally, he assumed it was something he had done

Marcus started asking around among your mutual friends to see if they knew anything, but they were all just as out of the loop as he was

You hadn’t told anyone about your repressed feelings for Marcus, and you had no intention of letting the secret slip any time soon, but accidents happen

The truth came out one night during a game of truth or dare when you were up on the roof smoking with the Rats

Your confession came tumbling out quicker than you could even think about reeling the words back in

“You hear that, Romeo?” Billy asked, elbowing Marcus in the ribs. “Y/N’s got the hots for you”

All Marcus could do was laugh nervously as he looked down at his feet, refusing to meet your gaze

To your relief, no one brought it up again for the rest of the game

When the next day rolled around and your crush on Marcus still wasn’t the topic of conversation, you started to think that you were in the clear

Maybe they’d all been too stoned to remember when they’d woken up that morning

Your hopes were shattered by the late afternoon

As you left the bathroom, Marcus spotted you from across the hall

He quickly rushed over and caught you by the elbow, dragging you back through the doorway

“Relationships aren’t really my thing,” he said

Marcus sounded like he had more to say, but before he got the chance, you cut him off

“It’s fine,” you said. “I get it”

“No, no. I mean, I like you, Y/N, really. I just don’t wanna mess it up”

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face even if you tried

“You’re not gonna mess it up”

Before either of you could say more, the bathroom door opened and Petra walked in

She glanced between the two of you knowingly

“Hate to break this up, but if I hold this piss in any longer, I’ll explode”

With that, she pushed past you both, effectively ruining the moment

It didn’t take long after that for you and Marcus to make your relationship official

‘Official’ is a bit of a loose term in this case

For the most part, both of you kept the fact that you were dating fairly under the radar for fear of what others would do with that information

In a place like King’s Dominion, something as small as caring for another person beyond using them as an ally was seen as a weakness that could and would be used against you, and the last thing either of you wanted was to be put in a situation where you were pitted against each other

Of course, there were several instances when one (or both) of you nearly blew your cover

Such as in Martial Arts class

Instead of fighting you, Marcus would try to cop a feel

You’d quickly smack his hand away

“Miss De Luca’s right there!”

“She’s not looking”

In defense of both of you, though, a class in which hormonal teenagers are asked to pair themselves up and wrestle is practically an invitation to break the ‘no sex’ rule

The other classes you shared weren’t any better

Master Lin caught you and Marcus staring at each other instead of paying attention on multiple occasions, earning both of you a smack from his cane

Although Marcus was somewhat known for his smart mouth and talking back to authority, he knew better than to challenge Lin, not mention that if he did, he’d risk exposing the two of you in the process

So, Marcus bit back his insults and held in his tirade until the two of you were safely locked away in his dorm room

“He had no right to hit you like that”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, shoving another tissue up your nose to stop the bleeding. “Besides, he does it to everyone”

“That still doesn’t give him the right”

“Next time, I’m gonna stick that cane right up his ass”

Marcus wanted to shield you from all the violence at King’s, but when it was coming from teachers, there wasn’t much he could do about it

If it was a fellow student pushing you around, on the other hand, there was no holding him back

You loved how protective Marcus was of you, but sometimes you worried that he’d get carried away

Marcus always made sure you were never around to witness the fights take place, but the scrapes and bruises on his face that hadn’t been there when you saw him that morning were all the proof you needed

In such cases, you would insist on patching him up afterwards

The first few times this happened, Marcus was embarrassed by all the attention you were giving him

After a while, though, he grew to love the feeling of having someone fuss over him, especially if it was you

It was nice to have someone care about him for a change

You weren’t much of a fighter, but making sure he didn’t get Tetanus was your way of looking out for him

When you and Marcus weren’t getting into trouble, you were actually a pretty cute couple

Your roommates became accustomed to the two of you being a package deal, which often meant sneaking into each other’s rooms after lights out

Sometimes, it was to make out, but other times, it was so you could have late night conversations that you didn’t get the chance to have during the day

The topics of these conversations varied—they could be deep and philosophical (which was Marcus’s favorite kind), an opportunity to open up to each other about yourselves and your pasts, a time to plot someone’s death (usually only theoretically), or simply joking around

After especially long days, you would accidentally drift off in the middle of these nightly chats with your head on Marcus’s chest, but he never minded

He’d pull the covers up on your side and wrap his arms more tightly around you

While both of you were perfectly capable of pulling all-nighters, whenever you fell asleep, Marcus was never far behind

The sound of your evened-out breathing was like a lullaby to him, so it was safe to say that his sleep schedule drastically improved after the two of you started dating

You’d found that you slept better with Marcus, too, so on the few nights you spent apart, you’d doze off listening to the mixtapes he’d made you in your Walkman, which were full of your favorite songs and songs that reminded him of you (though, these had quickly become your favorites, too)

It was rare that the two of you weren’t together, though

Even during the day, you and Marcus were practically joined at the hip

At lunch, you would hold hands under the table and share food

Of course, this always opened the door for plenty of teasing from your friends, especially Lex

“While you’re at it, why don’t you chew the food up for each other and pass it back and forth like little birds?”

“Fuck off, Lex”

It was always in good fun, though

Actually, the other Rats were relieved when the two of you finally got together because the weird tension that had been brewing leading up to that point went away, meaning group hangouts could carry on normally

They could overlook you sitting in Marcus’s lap if it meant you weren’t being distant and secretive

Just like they pretended not to notice when you showed up to class wearing each other’s blazers by mistake after spending the night together

Or walking in late looking ✨especially disheveled✨

All in all, you and Marcus are King’s Dominion’s cutest couple™️ that only, like, five other people know about, but still-

#marcus lopez arguello #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez arguello x reader #marcus lopez arguello headcanons #marcus lopez headcanons #deadly class #deadly class headcanons

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Young Survivors — Maribat

It’s almost four am here, I just finished writing this and am just tired enough to actually go through and post it. And this title is the only thing my tired brain could come up with. Anyway. I haven't posted something I wrote in years, but all the Maribat I’ve read recently made me want to write something for it.

I don’t know if I’m ever going to write a 2 part, but if I do it’s definitely going to be Timari and contain a couple of typical Maribat tropes. And a pinch of salt.

Also, disclaimer: I haven't watched Miraculous in years and most of my DC knowlege come from fanfic or tumblr so... sorry not sorry.

Now with a part 2!

Next >

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Mei Leyton’s oldest memories were of her mother, dolled up in pretty dresses and elegant makeup. In her daughter‘s eyes, Margaret Leyton was the most beautiful woman on earth.

For as long as she could remember, Mei would sit on the bed and watch as her mom would get ready to head to work. She had always loved those moments with her mom.

(How do I look, my little flower,” she said, twirling around Mei with a grin, making her laugh. It was Margaret’s favorite dress, a vintage halter blue dress with white accents and a white bow around the waist.

“Like a princess, mommy! The prettiest princess ever!”

“Oh no, no no no. You are the prettiest princess ever, my little flower.”)

She was four when her mother let her help for the first time, letting her pass along brushes and products. It’s then that she understood what were the purple marks on her mother that she covered with her makeup.

(“Life is not fair to us, my little flower,” she had said when Mei asked about it for the first time. “Being an orphan and pretty little girl in Gotham isn’t safe, and it doesn’t give much choice when it comes to survival.”

Mei didn’t understand then, but it didn’t matter anyway, life would make her understand soon enough.)

When Mei was seven, the GCPD found her mother’s body.

When she didn’t see her that morning, Mei hadn’t been worried; it wasn’t the first time. Mom would be home by noon, she always was. Until that day.

(The investigation wouldn’t get very far, it was just another prostitute of Camellia street, nobody cared about them. They were just there until they weren’t anymore.

Another girl would take her place in a couple of days. It was how those kinds of things worked in Gotham.)

That day was kind of blurry in her memory. She remembers being pulled out of class in the morning, and that the cop that told her about her mother’s death was very rude.

(“Your mom is dead, kid. A lad found her body in a dumpster this morning,” the guy had said as soon as she had sat down in the headmistress’ office. “Do you know who she worked for? Or on what side of the Camellia she stayed?” He had asked, halfheartedly.

Mei had shaken her head, even though she did; you don’t talk to cops in Gotham, mom always says said that it was the easiest way to get yourself killed, for people like them.

“Alright,” he had said, not surprised. “A social worker is going to pick you up in a bit to take you to your new home, kid.”

With that he had walked out of the office, not looking back. As if where she would end up was going to be home.)

She remembers that the social worker from CPS was a brunette with tan skin, and looked really overworked, but had a kind smile.

By the end of the day, she was taken to Elliot's Hall for Children, an overcrowded, understaffed orphanage with more kids than they could realistically care for.

(They don’t care for the children, they just put them there for a while and act as they do. Most children leave after a couple of days, and if they don’t, they get taken anyway.

Some come back with a police escort, some manage to survive in the streets, and nobody talks about the ones that are never seen again.

You don’t work there because you love children, and if you do, you don’t last for very long.)

Mei wasn’t stupid, her mother told her stories about those kinds of places. She came from those kinds of places, and Mei saw how the man in charge here had looked at her when the social worker dropped her off.

She wasn’t going to just stand here and wait for him to sell her back in Camellia street. Or worse, to the Candy Dealers.

Taking with her what she absolutely couldn’t leave behind, Mei made a choice her mother hadn’t been able to and took her chance with the streets.

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Mei was a Camellia kid and, as such, took to the streets easier than most newcomers. She had picked up a few tricks from her aunties and her mom, and it helped her to survive out here.

The only (glaring) differences were the absence of her mother, the lack of a permanent roof above her head, and the fact that she had to provide food and money herself now.

(One of her favorite places to pick up wallets was Gotham Academy, where Gotham’s rich send their children. The kids always had money on them, and it’s not like they would miss it.

Though she couldn’t go too many times in a row, not without risking being spotted and remembered.)

She had been on the streets for two months when she met Jason Todd; the boy who would become her family.

She heard him before she saw him, to be honest. It was an awful crashing noise coming from around the corner, and it made her look.

He was running like the devil was after him, and judging by how the cops running behind him were clutching their batons, she wasn’t that far from the truth.

The noises were because of a couple of trash cans the boy had spilled in their way to slow them down.

And he was coming her way.

Against her better judgment, she grabbed his arm when he passed in front of her, and pulled him behind her into her hideout. Quickly getting the plank of wood back in place, she put her hand on his mouth before he could say anything. With the dumpster in the alley, the entry was almost invisible from outside.

They stayed there as they heard the men pass in front of their hiding place, listening as they argued about where the boy could have disappeared before their voices faded completely.

They waited another couple of minutes before he removed the hand she still had on his mouth and crawled out of there.

“Thanks,” he muttered with a scowl. “I woulda’ve been just fine without help but… yeah, anyway.” Then he had started to walk in the direction he came from.

“Hey! Wait!” She said before she could think about it. “Are ya just gonna, like, go? Just like that?”

“Huh, yeah? What do ya want me to do?” He asked, looking back at her from above his shoulder without stopping his walk. “Stay to drink a cup of tea and talk about the weather?”

“Well.. no. But I just… I just wanna talk a bit, ya know?” She couldn’t really explain why she didn’t want him to leave yet, it’s not like he was the first street kid she had helped out. He just felt different, and somehow she knew he could become important to her.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed before turning his head back to look forward. “The streets are not some daycare for princesses who want to make friends, kid.”

“Kid— hey, dumbass, you’re, like, ten years old! You’re a kid too! And I’m not a princess, I can survive alone just fine!” Before she knew it, she was walking behind him, the weird feeling forgotten for the offence his comment created. He looked back at her with a frown, before choosing to ignore her. Not letting that deter her, she rambled at him about all the ways why she wasn’t a kid any more than him.

“I thought you could survive alone?” He said, talking over her, when he realized that she wasn’t going to let him be.

“I can.”

“So why are ya following me? Tryin’ to drive me crazy?”

“Well, no. It’s just... that I can do it doesn't mean I want to.”

“Look, kid,” he said, ignoring her protest and talking over her, again. “You should just go back to whatever orphanage you came from, there is probably some nice little family who's gonna pick you up. Then you could make all the friends you want.”

“Like people actually adopt kids in this city. This is Gotham, you dummy, not ‘Annie’. Some rich white guy isn’t going to come and pick up children from the streets to make them live the Grand life.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he growled out without pausing in his steps. “Still, you’re pretty enough, I’m sure some nice people would adopt you in a second if you let them.”

“Yeah, sure. Mom thought the same when she was a kid, and guess what? She started working on Camellia street when she was fourteen, but nobody asked her if she wanted to. Because she was pretty enough,” the little seven years old spat with venom, her eyes narrowed. The boy stopped walking, turning toward her with eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. “Her best friend wasn’t, but mom said that she had the prettiest green eyes ever. When they found her body, she didn’t have eyes anymore, because some rich person paid to have pretty green eyes.”

“I— I didn’t—” he stuttered, eyes wide. With his scowl gone he looked so much younger, and Mei’s anger subdued. He wasn’t that much older than her, just a couple of years, maybe three or four, after all.

“It’s… okay, I guess. It’s Gotham. I just thought we both would have more chances to survive if we helped each other out. And, ya know, the company wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled, but when they resumed walking he slowed down enough to let her walk beside him without almost-running.

“Great! So, Annie, where are we going now?” She said with a beaming smile, bursting into laughter at his indignation and protest against the nickname.

(“Can’t you stop calling me Annie already?! I told you my name’s Jason!”

“Nope, Annie.”

“Well, then, that makes you Sandy, doesn't it? Ya do follow me around like a stray puppy.”

“I’m not a dog— wait, hold on a minute! I knew you saw the movie! You liar!”)

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She was ten when her life was put upside down once again, in the worst of ways.

It took practically no time before Jason “Annie” Todd became her brother in all but blood, it took longer for Jason to admit it, and they spend almost three years surviving together, barring the occasional trip back to the Children's Houses.

Though, they always found each other a couple of days after they escaped from those places.

Sometimes, Jason would plan something that he needed to do alone. Because of course, he did.

(“It’s the best job, my plan is perfect. Don’t worry, it’s gonna be great Sandy!”

“Yeah, and why can’t I come?”

“It’s too dangerous! Plus, you need to stay here and keep our things safe!”

“Yeah, if you say so, Annie.”)

That day was one of those days.

He was gone for less than an hour when they found her.

The Candy Dealers.

Mei paled when she saw them, wearing their nice suits and overly sweet smile. They told her they were social workers, specializing in homeless children, and offered her a lollipop. Social workers in Gotham don’t give candy to the kids, even the nice ones, and she knew from her time in Camellia street that the lollipop was drugged.

(“Never, ever, take candy from a Candy Dealer, Mei. Do you understand me? Never,” her mother told her gravely. “They put bad stuff in them, and if you put it in your mouth, they will take you away from me. I couldn’t live without you in my life, my little flower.”)

She tried to run, even before the first one got his hand totally outstretched toward her. But her panic made her stumble, and she was no match for them.

She tried to kick, and scream, and bite, but soon she felt a pinch in her neck, and everything was black.

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The next period of her life was one she tried very hard to forget. For months she was moved, her and dozens of other people, from containers to containers, warehouse to warehouse. Twice they were put in a boat, the containers staying closed for so long, the next time she saw the moonlight, it burned her eyes.

She quickly learned that it was pointless to try to escape (and that Jason wouldn’t come and save her).

Then, one night, the place they were at was illuminated with blue and red lights and the police sirens were so loud, they drowned everything else.

She didn’t let herself hope, though. (She did, she hoped so hard her chest hurt.)

They (probably) weren’t in Gotham anymore, but her childhood didn’t instill her much trust in the police.

They did get them out. And she learned that they were in Paris now. In France. (That was a long way from Gotham.)

There were twenty-seven other people with her in the container. Four of which were kids, and only one other was also an orphan. They weren’t placed together, though. Because the kid had family back where he came from. Unlike her. (She had Jason. He was her family, but they didn’t listen.)

The French social workers took a while to know what to do with her exactly, but they didn’t want to send her back to Gotham (why not? She wanted to go back and find Jason!). So, in the meantime, they placed her in a foster family—one without any other kid, as per her therapist's advice. (The therapist didn’t know anything. She said Gotham wasn’t good for her, but Jason was in Gotham.)

Funnily enough, it ended up being a more permanent solution than previously considered, because the foster parents, Tom and Sabine, quickly fell in love with the little girl.

Not before long, Mei Leyton became Marinette Dupain-Cheng. (They changed her name to give her a ‘new beginning’ because her therapist thought it would be good for her. She didn’t want to have a ‘new beginning', she wanted to go back, to find Jason, to be the Sandy to his Annie. She was Mei, the Camellia’s kid, Sandy, the street’s kid and it was enough for her. She didn’t want to be Marinette, the bakers’ kid.)

So, when Mei was first put into the care of the Dupain-Cheng household, she regularly tried to run away. It was unsurprisingly harder than in Gotham, though. Tom and Sabine were way more attentive than Elliot Hall’s staff ever was, and more than a third of her tentatives were folded even before she was past the front door.

It took her three months (and forty-three unsuccessful tentatives) before she finally accepted that there would be no way for her to go back to Gotham. (Not that she had known how she would manage to do that before, her plan never got that far.) It took another six months before Tom and Sabine trusted her enough to let her wander the neighborhood alone.

The first thing she did the day her ‘new parents’ let her go to the library alone was to get to a public computer, and look Jason up. She didn’t really think she would find anything when she typed Jason Todd and Gotham in Google that day (maybe an obituary). She definitely didn't think she would find her best friend (brother) on the covers of so many tabloids declaring that he was Bruce Wayne’s ward.

She didn’t know how she should feel about the fact that he proved her wrong and became some real-life Annie. She wanted to feel angry, or hurt. Even more so when she realised that Wayne adopted him not even a full week after her (kidnapping) departure from Gotham, but…

But seeing Jason in the pictures… He looked so angry. Angrier than she ever saw him. And hurt. There was hurt hidden in his expression. It was well hidden but she could see it. (She did that, she was the one that hurted him. He probably thought she left him. That she wasn’t any better than his deadbeat of a father and abandoned him. What if he hates her now, because she was gone for so long?)

She needed to go back to Gotham, find him, and explain everything. She needed to tell him she didn’t want to leave him behind, that he was her family, and that it would never change. But Tom and Sabine didn’t want to take her back there, not before she was older, because she wasn’t ready yet, they said.

She didn’t care, though. No matter how long it would take her, she was going to go back. So, she slowly started to act like the perfect little girl. She didn’t really change, she just stopped bringing up Gotham so much, started to help more often in the house and at the bakery, and started to call Tom and Sabine Papa and Maman. (It wasn’t real, at first. But then, they just crawled into her heart against her will and became family. They didn’t replace her Mom or Jason, though. Nobody ever will.)

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She started to heal. Slowly, without even realising. She opened up to a couple of children at her school, made friends with Nino, and sort of Frenemies (more enemy than friend, though) with Chloé Bourgeois. She picked up hobbies like sewing and designing, baking with Tom, or learning various martial arts with Sabine.

But she didn’t forget, going back to Gotham was still her ultimate goal. Until the news reached her, when she was twelve.

Jason Todd was dead.

Her best friend, her brother in everything but blood, her Annie. Dead. Jason was dead.

She felt like a part of her died with him, reading the words but not really processing. She let herself drown in her grief, closing up to everyone around her. Surprisingly, Chloé was the one that made her react. Literally slapping her to make her come back from the dead. (Not entirely, though. Mei, the Gothamite part of her, stayed dead with Jason. Only Marinette, the nice little parisian, came back.)

“I don’t really know what’s up with you, Dupain-Cheng,” she had said while Marinette cradled her sore cheek, her faux-contempt badly hiding her worry. “But you need to put yourself together. Tormenting you is no fun if you don’t react to it, and people are too worried for you to be afraid of me. Don’t make me call daddy on you.”

“I…” She had started, only to stop herself. She had looked back at Nino and Kim, both of whom were looking at her with poorly concealed worry. “Yeah, sorry Chloé.”

She pulled herself out of the worst of it after that, at the obvious relief of the people around her. None of which even knew why she was in this state. She still cried herself to sleep most nights, and sometimes felt like someone gouged out her heart with their bare hands, but she also started to let herself think of the good times. Started to let herself feel the good things happening around her, in the present.

Then, she saved the life of an old man, found magic earrings and a bug-mouse-kwami in her room that told her that she needed to become a hero and save Paris.

She thought of her big brother, of how he would always protect her when someone tried to rob them. Hide her, before even thinking of himself, when the cops would chase them down, trying to bring them back to Elliot's Hall. Give her all the food when they couldn’t get enough for the both of them. How he was a hero. Her Hero. And, really, there was only one thing she could say to that.

“Tikki, spots on!”

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So. That's it. That was fun. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight.

Btw, Jason's super plan that day was totaly to steal the Batmobile's tires.

#maribat #mlb x dc #gothamite marinette #street kid marinette #platonic jasonette #probably a timari btw #timinette if that's how you call it #4am me decided to post it #2pm me could decide to delete it tho

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mayakern · 3 years

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I saw on your Twitter you play dnd! What kind of character do you play and what system? Also, do you do your own commissions of your characters or do you get it from other artists?

oh hell yeah i love dnd!!! i mostly just play 5E but my regular group did our second session in city of mists last night and it was SUPER fun (we play that instead of our ongoing game whenever our aussie players can’t make it)

i don’t usually reuse dnd characters because even tho i love my characters, they usually all end up with their own history and relationship to their games so adapting them feels weird, but here’s a run down of some of my favorite characters i’ve played! (and ye all this art is by me)

1. anenome (or nem for short)

she’s a water genasi arcane trickster rogue/divination wizard. she’s from a game where we started out playing kids (nem was 11) and then after a Big Event had an 11 year time skip where everyone in the party had to separate before a big reunion. she used to be a really shy and sweet and optimistic kid, but after everything fell apart and she became an accidental criminal, she stopped believing in any sort of fairness in the world and grew up super jaded and nihilistic, tho she still strives to protect that spark of optimism in others (not that she’d admit that). she is SUPER SUPER gay and is married to flare (fire genasi sorcerer). they have a bunch of history and i love them a lot!

2. nora

this is my city of mists character!! she’s a twitch streamer/cam girl/only fans model/l33t h4x0r. she’s clever and compassionate and very silly and a bit gross. part of her backstory is that when she was a relatively new twitch streamer, someone tried to cyberbully her by calling her a “garfield looking ass motherfucker” and so she immediately dyed her hair orange and made that her entire persona just to fuck with them (thus the custom garf headset).

3. hemlock

hemlock is an onomancy wizard! she was made for a storybook game — essentially all the characters lived on a bookshelf in someone’s home and can travel between books.

when characters travel into a new book, especially if it’s an “active” book (i.e. currently being read), they get assigned a role that is both available and closest to their archetype (so, as a wizard, if hemlock entered a book of king arthur’s tales she would likely be assigned as morrigan or merlin if available, or another magic user if not).

hemlock herself was from a story where her family (two sisters and her mother) were turned from good witches/princesses (it was unclear) into evil hags/witches and hemlock bartered her name (and right eye) to keep her mind/heart/goodness.

the onomancy wizard subclass is SUPER interesting and fun and is all about the naming of things and works super well with fairytale stuff (which i love). tbh i REALLY want to play hemlokc more. that game was insanely fun and ended prematurely due to scheduling difficulties. i just don’t think there is another game setting that would ever work for her bc she is so specific.

4. althea

my most recent character is althea! she’s an aasimar grave cleric. she woke up in a morgue about two weeks ago (in game time) and instantly fell in love with the mortician who discovered she was still(?) alive. she has no memories of her past (and tbh no real desire to go looking for them). she is smart but also a dumb ass, has 6 charisma and no sense of self preservation and is completely and utterly in love with rosemary (the mortician, now barkeep) and will literally do anything she wants, no questions asked (and will even do things she THINKS rosemary wants unasked... such as maybe yoinking a very obviously cursed goblet from a ritual circle of living corpses in literally the first game session just bc she thought rosemary would think it was cool).

5. penny

penny was my first long-term dnd character! she was my third dnd character ever but in a lot of ways i consider her my first because the other two were run primarily in 4E and didn’t meet often enough (or just enough period) for me to get a grasp on them or the game mechanics.

penny is a light domain cleric. she was made for a buddy cop game i joined randomly on roll20 because i couldn’t find a consistent group to meet with IRL. i was super nervous to join a random game with strangers but really wanted to play dnd so i gave it a shot and i am SO glad i did because i still play with that group! or.. what became of that group. it started out as a group of me and a bunch of strangers, but i quickly made friends with the DM and one of the other players, then devin joined a couple months in, and slowly original players left for various reasons and we invited other ppl in (a couple of my friends, the other longterm player’s gf, etc) and now that is the main group i still play with! (nem and nora and a bunch of my other characters are from games w that group)

when the game was open for player/character apps, we were asked to pitch what role our character would play in a buddy cop movie and i picked the straight man archetype (haha i know). penny is very sweet and shy and wholesome.

i have a bunch of other characters, most of which can be found on toyhouse, but this post is already way too long as is! whoops!

#ask #maya draws things #dnd #oc #long post #maya rambles

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Dixons Next Door - Chapter 4

Introduction: Anna was a small town girl from Atlanta when she became the guardian of her two younger siblings. She was determined to keep them from the same abuse that she endured from her family, so she moved into a small beaten up house just outside the city in 2009. The new neighbors next door - the Dixon brothers - were definitely trouble. She wanted to escape her past, not repeat her parents history with these redneck brothers. Matters only escalate when the news is talking about the possibility of some virus getting out and infecting people… Are Merle and Daryl just as bad as her past? How is she going to keep her brother and sister safe from this virus getting out? What did Anna get herself into?

Setting: Pre-apocalypse

Word Count: 6896

Series Warnings: Offensive language, mentions/suggestion of physical abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, violence & death

Chapter Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drug use, offensive language, assault, violence, sensitive themes - potential trigger warning

A/N: I got a little carried away and made this an extra long chapter, but it’s a good one! There are some sensitive topics in it so this is a trigger warning - it’s nothing too bad but some people may not want to read it. 18+ You’ve been warned.

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I had been cleaning out the pool for the kids while they ate lunch the next time that I was interrupted by Merle. He came over with a beer and hand and stood nearby me, watching silently. I gave him a look but he made no comment, he just sipped on his beer. I sighed and continued skimming the bugs and leaves out of the pool. “Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” I ask without looking back at him. He chuckles.

“Why ya cleanin it? Just gonna get dirty again?” He asks, ignoring your question. You roll your eyes and smack the skimmer on the ground to get the debris off of it.

“Why shower - just gonna get dirty again.” I remark sarcastically.

“Exactly.” Merle agrees, and I look up in momentary shock before catching the sarcastic smirk on his face. “Ew,” I mutter, tossing the skimmer to the side and throwing the chlorine in the pool.

“So what bar ya work at?” He asks, glancing into the pool for a moment before looking back at you. You want to lie, but there’s literally only two bars in this small town, so it’s not like it matters much.

“Happy Hour Tavern.” I respond, wiping my hands off on my shorts and crossing my arms. “Surprised I haven’t seen ya there yet.” Referring to the beer in his hand at two in the afternoon.

He smirks. “Ya wanna see me there?” He suggests, and I roll my eyes.

“Didn’t say that.”

“Don’t ya worry, sugar. I’ll stop by.” He assures me, and I know he probably will.

“Great,” I mutter, and he chuckles.

“Where ya kids at?” He asks.

“Inside eating.”

“Wanna make me somethin to eat, sugarlips?” He asks flirtatiously. I roll my eyes again and huff.

“My name is Anna, and no, I don’t really have the money to be feeding the neighborhood.” I respond.

“Ain’t the neighborhood, doll. Just a friend.” He winks.

“Oh, so we’re friends?” I ask, shifting my weight.

“Yeah sure. Ya seem to be cozying up to my brother and all, ‘course we’re friends.” He responds sarcastically. The grin is gone from his face and he seems more serious now.

“What?” I ask, baffled by what he means by ‘cozying up to his brother.’

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. I saw ya the other day. Got him doing shit for ya, too. Impressive.” He rolls his eyes and takes a large gulp of his beer. Suddenly, the mood shifts, and I feel uncomfortable. Is he angry at me for asking Daryl for help? He is so hard to read, everything was just fine - what happened?

“I needed help lifting a heavy ass box. He was there. Doesn’t mean I’m ‘cozying up to anyone.’” I respond sternly. I don’t like being accused of using people. Merle chuckles.

“Relax, darlin, I ain’t jealous.” He taunts, lifting a hand to shield his eyes and looking up at the sky. “Issa good huntin day, bet he’s goin out there soon. I’ll see ya around, sugarlips.” Merle says as he begins walking away from me, leaving me confused and startled. What the hell just happened?

I began getting texts from my father that same day. I wasn’t entirely surprised, but I knew he wouldn’t go to the cops.

1:04 - Bring back my fuckin kids

1:15 - U ungrateful bitch after all i done 4 u

2:06 - Ima have every1 lookin 4 u

2:10 - U best not let me find u

3:34 - Ima tell the pigs u kidnapped em

4:08 - Just wait til i find u

My brother even texted me a few times, too.

12:30 - Pa’s lookin 4 u. He’s mad

1:10 - U took them? Ur not they momma, u kidnapped em

2:30 - U best bring em back or u’ll regret it Anna

The texts continued on and off throughout the day but I ignored them. My prejudice, abusive family would not get the best of me. He was probably drunk and went to find us to pick a fight and finally noticed we were gone. I couldn’t help but worry about if he ever did manage to find us. We were only a half hour away, it wouldn’t be too hard. It was only a matter of how much he was determined to do so. He’s not a smart man, I doubt he could track us down very easily. Plus, everyone who knew him, hated him. No one who knew us would help him - they would know the kids were safer with me. I’d rather be poor than abused.

Eventually I left my phone on silent and tried to keep my thoughts occupied. I didn’t tell the kids, of course. The kids had been playing in their room for most of the day, having fun with the large box that my bed frame had come in, using it as some sort of rocket or something. So I let them be inside and sat on the front steps to think in peace. I looked up at the sky and willed myself not to cry. They did not deserve my tears. They didn’t even deserve a moment’s thought. I forced myself not to think about all that they had put me through in my childhood. The nights I spent crying myself to sleep on my mattress on the floor. The bruises and scars I hid at school. The lies I told to keep myself from being taken away - only so I could protect my siblings.

My eyes burned as I fought back the tears and I hid my face in my hands on my lap.

“C’mon, Anna. It’s over now.” I mutter to myself, trying to believe my own words. Anger boiled over inside of me at the thought of what my father might do if he found us and took the kids back. I would not let him. Even if it killed me - he would not ruin their lives like he did mine.

A crash of thunder made me jump, bringing me back to the present. I looked up just in time to see Merle approaching from the woods, resheathing a knife on his hip. I figured he was hunting, and that gave me an idea.

“Hey, Merle!” I call out, quickly wiping my face and jumping up to head over to him. He looks pleasantly surprised and stopped in his tracks, smirking as I approached him. “I have a question.”

“Whatcha want, sugar?” He drawls, wiping his hand on a rag from his pocket. I notice a bit of blood and then the bag over his shoulder, making me wince. I didn’t wanna know.

“I wanna get a gun. But I don’t know the first thing about them, and I kinda hoped you did?” I inform him, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t come out. He chuckles quietly and looks me up and down.

“Whatcha want with a gun?” He asks. I resist getting defensive, sure that he thinks a woman can’t handle one.

“To protect myself. Family problems, let’s leave it at that.” I inform him with a look. “Do you think you could help me?” I plead. I didn’t wanna go into town and get scammed into buying a crappy, overpriced gun. Merle looks at me for a long moment, looking up at the darkening sky before shrugging.

“Come with me.” He responds, nodding toward his house. I look at it then back to him, giving him a sharp look. “I’m serious, ya want me help or not?” He demands. I look back toward my house for a moment before sighing.

“I can’t be long.” I tell him, and he smirks, heading toward his porch. I hesitantly follow behind him, dreading entering his place. Considering the trash and overgrown grass outside, I had a feeling the inside was much worse. I stepped inside the house cautiously, keeping my eye on Merle as I did so. He seemed to be the only one here, which relieved me. If any of those men from the other night were, I would have left. Merle tosses the bag from his shoulder onto an old wooden table and heads down the hall toward a bedroom, leaving me alone. The floor is dirty, there’s an old, stained armed chair in front of a box TV, and there’s stuff scattered everywhere. The place smells a little weird too, but I resist complaining. Merle returns a moment later with a case in hand. “Here,” Merle opens the case and reveals a gun, holding it out to me. It’s a handgun, I know that much. I look up at him and he gives me an impatient look, so I hesitantly grab the gun. It’s heavier than it looks, and I make sure to keep my finger off the trigger. “Ya ever shot one?” He asks, smirking at me.

“Once or twice.” I mumble, having flashbacks to the one time my father tried teaching me how to shoot bottles in the backyard. It wasn’t a fond memory at all…

“Ya can have it, but it’ll cost ya.” He winks.

“How much?” I ask, and he chuckles.

“Ion want ya money,” He drawls, and I immediately frown, thinking I know what he is implying.

“I’m not doing that either,” I scowl, going to hand the gun back to him. He doesn’t take it, chuckling some more.

“Whatcha want a gun for anyway?” He asks. I didn’t want to get into it, but maybe this would be a way around having to do something for him for it. I let out a sigh and looked at the weapon in my hand for a long moment.

“My father,” I start, not meeting his eye. “He’s uh, well he’s a piece of shit basically. I took the kids from him in the middle of the night and got this place, never told anyone where we were going. If he comes around… Well, I’m gonna need this.” I finally look up and meet his eye, exhaling deeply. He looks at me for a long moment, his face expressionless. It’s quiet and I am surprised he doesn’t make any rude or sarcastic comments. He shrugs, placing the case down on the old table.

“Keep it.” He tells me, and I raise my brows at him.

“Really?” I clarify, confused why he changed his mind.

“Ya need it more than I do. Got plenty round here.” He mutters, waving his arm up in no general direction. “I know all about piece of shit fathers.” He continues, giving me a solemn look. “My pops was. You was right, yer gonna need that. So take it, before I change my mind.” He drawls, heading over to their fridge and grabbing a bottle of beer, kicking it shut behind him. I don’t argue, despite being shocked and confused.

“Thank you, Merle.” I give him a sincere smile for the first time, and turn the gun over in my hands to ensure the safety is on.

“Takes 9MM. It’s loaded.” He informs me, plopping into the beaten up chair by the TV and opening his beer, taking a large gulp. I nod slowly and shift my weight, feeling awkward holding the gun but trying not to let him know.

“Okay,” I respond, turning to head out the door as he turns the TV on. “Thanks again.” I holler before I head out the door into the humid air. The sky has gotten very dark with storm clouds and the wind picked up, so I jog across the lawn back to my house and tuck the gun into the back of my shorts, hiding it under my shirt before I walk inside. I don’t need the kids seeing this.

“Anna! Look what we did!” Colton calls out from the hallway with a big grin on his face. I smile back at him and walk down the hall to their room, letting out a dramatic gasp when I see the box colored on with a bunch of random colors. “It’s our rocket!” He exclaims excitedly, rejoining his sister inside the big box.

“Wow! It looks so good guys!” I exclaim, grinning as they go back to their playing. I watch them for a moment before remembering the gun and walking into my own room, placing the gun on the top shelf in the closet. This will have to do until I have more furniture and somewhere safe to keep it.

The texts kept coming throughout the rest of the night.

6:05 - ware tf r my kids

6:43 - dont make me hunt u down girl

7:16 - uv always been a cunt this is just like u

8:11 - wat r u gonna do when u get nocked up by some prick u dont have money 4 all dem kids

The string of insults and threats lasted most of the night, the only reason I kept looking at them was to make sure that they hadn’t found us somehow, or had any ideas. I would need a head start if they did. I’m not sure if I would be able to shoot my brother, but I know I could shoot my dad. He deserved it. After all he did to me, all he put us through. Even my dead beat mother didn’t deserve him. He was half the reason she’s as bad as she is. Apparently, my mother hadn’t started using drugs until after I was born. My father had escalated when he had his first daughter, and his true colors began to shine through. My mom used in order to live with herself, the guilt, his abuse. She even made sure to get clean each time she learned she was pregnant, but she always relapsed. She was a strong woman - I had to give her that. If nothing else, she was strong. But still a horrible mother. She should have taken us with her when she left.

But now it was my responsibility. I had to do what she couldn’t. I couldn’t help but think about my parents, my horrible family - as I stood in the doorway, watching them sleep. I may not be able to change what happened to me, but I would do anything it took to prevent it from happening to Bailey and Colton. If it comes down to it, I will kill my own father to ensure he never lays another hand on them.

Watching them sleep peacefully, side by side in their own brand new bed with clean sheets and a safe roof over their head - that made it all worth it.

Jessie and Beau came over at nine with beers and I set up a fire in the front yard. I had found this old firepit someone was throwing away on the side of the road the other night and I took it of course. I was excited for some relaxing adult time before my shift tonight. I hated my job, but I made good money there so far.

“What time you work tonight?” Jessie asks as she pops open a bottle of beer and hands it to me with a grin on her face.

“Eleven to three. At least it’ll go by fast.” I respond, taking a gulp. The alcohol burns as it goes down my throat and I let out a sigh, leaning back into the stairs. I hadn’t gotten around to getting chairs for the yard yet - an unnecessary expense I couldn’t afford just yet. Jessie sat beside me, a lemonade in hand instead of beer, given that she was pregnant, and Beau sat on the hood of his truck, rolling a joint. I always enjoyed nights like this - quiet, relaxing, worry free. Jessie had been the best friend I’d ever had, I’m glad we’re still so close.

“That man ever come back?” She asks, referring to a customer from a few nights ago. He had gotten too drunk and handsy, trying to get me to give him my number. He even waited until the bar closed for me and the manager had to call the cops to get him to leave so I could go home. That was the latest reason I hated my job that I’d only had for a few weeks.

“No. Hopefully he never comes back, I don’t wanna have to use what Merle gave me earlier on him.” I mutter, glancing behind me to make sure the kids hadn’t woken up.

“The neighbor?” Beau asks. I nod.

“What did he give you? Are yous like, talking now?” Jessie asks, leaning on her knees and giving me a worried look.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I wanted to look into getting… a gun, for protection. From Dad.” I explain in a quieter tone. “I figured someone like him would know a place, and he actually ended up giving me a handgun.” I continue, watching Jessie’s disapproving look and wide eyes. “I’ll be safe. I really need it. If Dad finds out where we are…” I trail off, taking a large sip of my beer and letting a huff out.

“Why’d he just give you a gun for free?” Beau asks, looking up from where he was rolling the joint on the hood.

“I dunno. At first he said it was gonna cost me, but then when I mentioned it was because of Dad, he let me just have it. Said he knew all about asshole fathers.” I shrugged. “Either way, works for me.”

“Just don’t let him use that against you. Who knows what he might try to pull, he reminds me of Mack.” Jessie rolls her eyes when she mentions my older brother, grimacing. She hates me as much as I do. He had tried to get with her a million times and it made him resentful, yelling and cursing at her. Which then resulted in Beau beating the shit out of him - which was a sight for sore eyes.

“Yeah, he’s a bit better than him though. From what I’ve seen, at least.” I shrug, taking another swig of my beer. “Dad’s been texting me most of the day, he texted me earlier too. The bullshit you’d expect - pretending to care I took the kids, threatening me.” I explain, handing my phone to Jessie to see the string of unanswered texts.

“I hate them,” She grumbles as she scrolls through the texts. “They won’t find you, don’t worry. They’re too stupid to figure it out.” I chuckle at her comment.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” I giggle. Beau stands up and offers me the blunt, which I accept and take a long hit from. As I am doing so, I hear a man start laughing and sure enough, Merle and Daryl are standing at the bottom of their porch. I exhale the large puff of smoke and hand the blunt back to Beau, leaning on my knees and resisting the urge to cough.

“Damn girl, who knew ya could have a little fun!” Merle exclaims, walking across the lawn toward us. Daryl and I make eye contact for a short moment before he rolls his eyes and leans against the beat up railing, placing his crossbow on the porch stairs, seemingly waiting for his brother. I roll my eyes with a smirk at Merle’s comment. Ever since earlier, I’ve decided to cut him a little slack. If I was interpreting right, we had more in common than I thought - at least, regarding families.

“Yeah, sometimes.” I respond, offering my beer bottle to him, earning a surprised look from Jessie. I was trying to be nice to Merle to repay him for the gun, so he wouldn’t come collecting in another way. It was the least I could do for a free handgun and clip. Merle looks shocked for a short moment but smirks and takes the bottle from my hand, taking a large swig.

“Yous her family?” Merle asks, looking at Jessie. She hesitates for a moment before shaking her head.

“Friends.” She responds, readjusting her feet uncomfortably. I stand up and suddenly I’m aware of just how close Merle was to me. I am almost touching him as he leans against my railing, my bottle in his large hands, a smirk plastered across his face. He looks fairly attractive in the fire light and his seemingly clean-ish clothes. He’s wearing black cargo pants and a white T-shirt under a jacket, and I take notice of the knife holstered on his hip. “Going hunting?” I ask, taking a step away from him toward the fire and tossing another log in.

“Mhm,” He responds, taking another sip of my beer. “Wanna come with, sweetheart? Can show ya the ways.” He suggests flirtatiously.

“I actually know how to,” I smirk, stepping closer to him and grabbing the beer from his hand, taking a large sip while looking into his eyes. The alcohol and hit were starting to get to me - I was a bit of a lightweight nowadays, since I’ve lost weight and had less time to do this kind of stuff. Merle bites his bottom lip and holds the intense eye contact with me, taking the beer back when I hand it to him and I can feel his eyes on me as I retake my seat beside Jessie.

“Yer loss.” He shrugs, pretending to be indifferent.

“C’mon man!” Daryl shouts from their side of the lawn impatiently. I wish that he would come join us too - I wanna get to know him better.

“Ugh I’m comin! Get yer panties outta a bunch!” He shouts over his shoulder. Merle hands the beer back to me after one last gulp and heads off to rejoin Daryl, walking away into the dark woods.

“What was that all about?” Jessie demands when they are out of earsight. I shrug and set the beer down, not wanting to get anymore intoxicated, given that I still have work later.

“I dunno, gotta be nice. I kinda owe him.” I mumble, kicking at dirt. Truth be told, I found those brothers interesting. Mysterious and dangerous, but alluring. Yes, they were trouble, but I always ended up attracting trouble anyway.

“You better be careful.” Jessie warns me, and I nod.

The night went on peacefully and we all enjoyed talking over the fire and relaxing with the kids asleep. I left for work and Jessie stayed at my place while Beau went out with his friends after dropping me off. He was gonna pick me up after work too, since he was gonna be in the same general area.

My shift was going fine until about one, when I recognized a familiar face and my whole night went sour. The creepy man from the other night was back, and he had his eyes on me. He was with another man at a table instead of the bar, but he was very obviously watching me. I informed the manager on duty but it wasn’t the same man from the other night, so he didn’t know the extent of how creepy the man was. He only came up to the bar once, having his buddy order drinks while he watched me. I remained calm and didn’t even glance at him, handing the drinks to his friend and accepting the two dollar tip without a word.

It took about a half an hour to finish cleaning up after everyone was out of the bar and I was dreading heading outside. I had a feeling that the man would be waiting for me again, but the manager didn’t want me wasting hours and had to stay behind to finish up, so I had to go out alone. I hung up my apron at the door and sighed as I locked up behind myself, leaving the manager alone in the building to finish recounting the drawers. I had already stuffed my tip money into my purse and had my keys tucked between my fingers as I looked around cautiously for a sign of anyone. There were still people out, despite being a bit past three in the morning. Beau hadn’t answered my texts in the last half hour and Jessie was asleep, so I had to wait. Great. Across the street, I spotted a nice looking motorcycle across the street, but that was the only vehicle besides far down the road.

I started walking toward the street light by the corner to wait for Beau when I heard a male voice call out. “Hey! Bitch!” I grasped my keys tighter in my hand and turned my head, spotting the man and his buddy down the alleyway. They stood up from leaning on the wall and started heading my way, so I started walking faster, but then they started running.

“Help!” I hollered and started running across the street. The adrenaline kicked in in my body as fear took over and I ran as fast as I could down the opposite side of the street. They were close behind me and I tried to hop over a fence, but they caught up and threw me onto the ground before I could get all the way over. “Help! Please!” I screamed as loud as I could, trying to kick the men away from me. The main guy sat on top of my hip and shoved a hand over my mouth, smirking evilly down at me as his buddy started trying to lift me. I kicked and flailed as hard as I could but I couldn’t get away as they drug me across the ground into a back alley.

“Hey!” I heard a different male voice holler and then there was the sound of glass breaking. The main man let go of his hand over my mouth to look behind him and I took that opportunity to scream as loud as my lungs would let me, before the second guy punched me in the face. I swore I saw stars as my face throbbed, the two still pinning me, my head propped against the second guy’s chest where he held a knife to my throat.

“Get off her. Now.” A deep male voice demands. I can’t see with the main guy on top of me but I am grateful for whoever it is coming to my rescue. The men only chuckle evilly but then something happens and the second guy jumps away from me quickly, making me slam my head down on the concrete. I groan and my vision goes blurry with tears as the stinging in my head intensifies. “Help…” I mutter as I fight to stay conscious, my head throbbing. The cold, rocky concrete is painful against my cheek, but not as bad as the weight of the man or the stinging in my head.

I can finally see around the main guy and spot a man a few yards away, aiming something in our direction. It’s hard to see with my blurred vision and the darkness, but it looks like a weird sideways weapon. “Ay, man. Chill out. We was just having some fun, that’s all.” The second guy insists, holding his hands up a little. I try to wiggle away but the man on top of me grabs onto my throat and holds a knife toward me.

“Think I won’t? Get the hell outta here or I’ll kill her right here, right now.” The man growls. I stare at the sharp tip of the knife in my face, fearing this is where my life will end. What will happen to Bailey and Colton without me?

The next moment is a huge blur. One second, there is a knife in my face, and the next, the man falls off of me, screaming in pain on the ground beside me. I jump up off the ground as fast as I can and stumble away from them, running blindly in the direction of where I had seen the shadowy figure of the other man. I stumble and trip in the combination of darkness and the pain throughout my body, reaching out to the brick wall to catch myself from falling but someone else catches me and I start flailing and trying to get away, until I look up.

It’s Merle. He hoists me up from where I was half fallen on the ground onto my feet and puts a hand around my waist to keep me up against him. His face is serious and it’s the first time he hasn’t cracked any jokes to me. I’ve never been more relieved to see someone in my life. I reach up and hold onto his neck, trying to keep my balance. The man continues screaming and cursing and I look back, spotting Daryl holding up a crossbow. “Oh shit! Fuck!” The second man screams, running away and leaving his friend behind with an arrow in his ass. Daryl walks over to him and takes his knife, pressing a foot on the man’s back and yanking the arrow out from his asscheek. I turn and hide my face in Merle’s shirt, disgusted and terrified. The screaming continues and then I hear a second scream and a trash can get knocked over. When I look back again, the other man is laying on the ground toward the back of the alley, an arrow in his leg.

Daryl stalks over to him and rips the arrow from his leg as well, kicking the man in the face before heading back toward the first man. “Ya ever, ever - come back here again… I’ll kill ya.” Daryl growls at the main guy who had been stalking me. Daryl rejoins us and puts a hand on my back hesitantly, looking down at me. I’d never been this close to either of the brothers and yet, somehow, I felt safer now.

“T-thank you.” I mumble into Merle’s chest, holding onto him tight, too afraid to let go. Tears stained into his shirt but I couldn’t bring myself to care - I was shaking and biting back crying.

“C’mon,” Merle mumbles, grasping onto my tight and trying to turn me around. I held onto him tight and let them lead me away, not paying attention. I saw Daryl grab my purse and keys in the corner of my eye and noticed Merle was leading me to a motorcycle. “You take her back, little brother. I’ll meet ya there after I finish up here.” Merle lets go of me and I feel like I’m going to fall over from the pounding in my head, but Daryl grabs onto me before I can fall completely over.

“Damn,” Daryl mutters, grabbing me tight and I notice that we are face to face. He’s got me by my waist and my hands grasp onto his shirt collar. “Sorry…” I mumble, blinking away fresh tears. He doesn’t respond but he helps me onto the back of the motorcycle. “Hold onto this.” He takes my hand and places it on these handlebar things, and I do. I do my best to stay up straight while he attaches my purse and his crossbow onto the back of the motorcycle and then sits in front of me. I whip my head toward the alley when I hear more screaming, but Daryl starts the engine and revs the bike. “Hold onto me. Tight.” Daryl hollers over his shoulder, and I do so without hesitation. I wrap my arms tightly around his waist and lean my head against his shoulder, terrified to fall off. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before - if I had been in a normal state of mind, I would have objected. But at this point, I wanted to get home as fast as possible.

The motorcycle is fast and the wind blows past us. I keep my eyes closed and focus on holding onto Daryl, feeling lightheaded and scared of falling off. It’s a short ride and he has to help me off of the bike. Holding onto his rough hand made me feel anxious and insecure but I had to in order to keep upright. He led me inside his house, and I did not object, as I did not want the kids to see me or for me to wake them up. He leads me over to a beaten up couch and I hesitantly sit down, looking around cautiously. I didn’t know if anyone else was here, but it seemed we were alone. I held onto my own arms tightly and tried to focus on my breathing. “I should uh, check ya out.” Daryl mumbles, crouching down in front of me. He waits for me to respond in some way, so I nod and uncross my arms. He runs a hand up my bare leg and I force myself not to flinch. I’m not afraid of Daryl, but tonight’s events have me shaken up. “Stand up,” He says, offering me his hand to help me get up. He lifts up my shirt a little and I flinch when he touches my back. “Yer pretty scratched up.” He comments, removing his hand from my back. “Should put somethin on that, so it don’t get infected.” He stands up when I sit back down and walks away, presumably to grab something. I hold onto my head and wince in pain where there is a large bump already forming.

Daryl returns with a few items in hand. He gives me a package of peas and shrugs, not meeting my eye. “Don’t have ice packs.” He mumbles, kneeling in front of me. “Turn around.” He tells me, and I move so that he can get to my back, placing the ice on my head. He starts applying something cold to my back and I sit as still as I can, wincing at the pain from where I was drug across the concrete. “Yer shirt’s all torn.” He notes when he pulls it back down. “Lemme see yer head.” I remove the ice and he gently runs his fingers through my hair, eventually finding the lump and I jump in pain, tearing up. “Sorry,” He mutters. “How do you feel? Ya might have a concussion.” He says, and I groan.

“I can’t afford to have a concussion.” I mumble and lean back into the sofa, holding the ice against my head once more. Daryl places a gentle hand on my cheek, below my eye, where I was punched. I look into his eyes as he gently rubs his rough thumb over what is surely a black eye. “M’sorry this happened to ya.” He mutters, looking away.

“Thank you for saving me.” I respond quietly.

“Wish I’d been there sooner.” He grumbles, standing up and removing his vest, tossing it onto the seat. He is wearing a black button down shirt and black jeans, his hair is matted against his forehead - but he looks very attractive. I look down at my bare knees that are now scratched up and feel my eyes burning again.

“What were you doing there, anyway?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Merle wanted a drink. Said ya worked there, wanted to bother ya I’m sure.” I let out a small chuckle and he continues. “We were leavin to head back, but we heard ya yellin.” I nod and look down again, trying not to think about it. I should be used to this sort of thing by now, given what I went through as a child.

Before either of us can say anything more, the door opens and Merle steps in, wiping his hands off on a rag. I notice the faint red marks on his knuckles and wonder what he had been doing, but try not to think of that either. Whatever he did, I didn’t care. Those men deserved it.

“She good?” Merle asks his brother, looking over at me huddled on their sofa. Daryl nods and explains my injuries briefly to Merle, who huffs. “Lucky we were there, sugar.” He comments. I don’t respond, hugging myself and shivering a little. Daryl notices but Merle heads to the bathroom, probably to clean up. Daryl walks away but returns shortly with a shirt and sweatpants. “Here. Ya can change in my room.” He mutters, handing the clothes to me. I am shocked but I accept and stand up slowly, following him back to his room. He shuts the door behind himself and I stand there for a moment, surprised to be in his room. He’s a lot sweeter than he likes to come off, it seems. It’s a very standard room. Pretty messy, no decorations, basic sheets on the bed, old paint. He clearly doesn’t care much for the room, it seems like he probably only uses it to sleep. It’s not “homey.” I remove my now ruined shirt and skirt and throw the large T-shirt on and tie the sweatpants on tight so they will fit me. The shirt is baggy and I notice it smells like Daryl. I hadn’t known what he smelled like before today but now I recognize it. It kinda smells like the outdoors, like firewood or something. It’s a nice scent, though, and I find it comforting.

I open the door with my old clothes in hand and spot Daryl waiting down the hall, leant up against the wall. Merle comes out of the bathroom at the same time and we make awkward eye contact. “Look like a Darylina.” He comments with a chuckle, walking past me toward the kitchen. Daryl looks at me for a long moment, until I meet his eye, and then he drops his gaze to the floor. I slowly approach him and give him a forced, appreciative smile. “Thank you.” I tell him gratefully. He has been so kind to me tonight. Before today, I hadn’t barely spoken to him before and he was always standoffish and seemed to avoid talking to me. It was a weird change, but welcomed. If only the circumstances it occurred under were different…

“Want me to throw em away?” He asks, referring to my clothes in hand. I shrug and hand them to him. He tosses them into a trash can and Merle walks over to the chair by the TV, popping open and beer and kicking his feet up. He seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation, it was weird. “Oh shit,” I mutter, realizing Beau is probably worried, waiting for me. “Do you have my phone?” I ask Daryl.

“That’s what yer worried bout?” Merle speaks up.

“No, I had been waiting for my ride. He’s probably worried.” I explain, looking to Daryl, hoping he had grabbed it. Silently, he pulls my phone from his pocket and hands it to me. “Thank you.” I unlock it and find a million missed calls from both Beau and Jessie. He must have woken her up when I never showed up. “Shit.” I grumble. I hated worrying them, after all they do for me.

“Yer boyfriend?” Merle asks, gulping down some of his beer.

“No, my friend’s boyfriend.” I respond as I text both of them in a group message that I was okay and that I would explain.

“Why would yer friend’s man be pickin ya up at three in the mornin?” Merle asks with a wink.

“Ew, no. I’m not like that. He’s a good friend, she’s watching the kids for me at my house right now. I gotta go let them know I’m okay…” I trail off, then remember I’m in Daryl’s clothes. “Uh, I can go change and bring these back-” I start, but he shakes his head.

“Keep em.” He insists, and I feel bad, but don’t fight back. “Ya might have a concussion, so ya should have someone check up on ya when ya sleep tonight, and get it checked.” He explains.

“Doctor Daryl.” Merle jokes sarcastically, and his brother shoots him an evil eye.

“Thank you guys for helping me. I don’t know how I can repay you…” I trail off, refusing to think about the course of the night again.

“Don’t worry bout it, darlin.” Merle smirks.

“Couldn’t just leave ya there.” Daryl mutters awkwardly, shuffling his feet.

“Well, still. Thank you.” I repeat before heading toward the door. Daryl follows behind me, handing me my purse and keys, and I wave before walking out and heading back to my house slowly, careful not to trip. I look back and notice he is watching me and I feel my cheeks heat up, fumbling to get my key out and open my door. I notice Beau’s truck is here and when I open the door, the two of them are sitting on the sofa, waiting for me.

Jessie and Beau were furious when I told them what happened and I ended up crying on her shoulder, letting the emotions from the night settle in. Beau threatened to go back out looking for them but I told him what I suspected Merle did and he didn’t. Jessie helped me get cleaned up and settled into bed. She slept next to me in my bed that night and woke me up every two hours, in case I had a concussion. Beau slept on the couch and I had never felt more appreciative for anyone more than I did for them and Daryl in that very moment...

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The Bad Guys: New Beginnings, New Normal chapter 8 (The Bad Guys Are Back)

Few nights later, the Bad Guys made their vigilante jobs as their own secret business. With everyone preparing themselves for an unexpected mission.

Tarantula was busy hacking with her laptop as three more screens popped out.

"Alright, Webs, what do we got?" Wolf asked while watching her hack.

"I only hacked into few cameras in the cities for now. I need more time with the rest of the cameras," Tarantula answered.

Wolf clapped his paws together happily, "Perfect. Then, we should continue with the job."

Meanwhile, Shark and Piranha were lifting dumbbells, and Hornet was polishing his helmet.

Shark then wondered, "I wonder what mission we're going to go next!"

"Whatever it is, it would be so fun!" Piranha jumped excitingly as Shark and Hornet laughed in response.

While Snake was slithering to the fridge, and before he could open it, he was staring at the photos of him and his best friends, admiring their good memories together. He then opened the fridge to get a pitcher of water. When Snake poured the water in the glass, he put the pitcher down, and took the glass of water to drink it. While he was slithering with the glass of water, he bumped onto an old newspaper on the floor. He looked down, and backed away a little to get a look at a newspaper. He put the glass down on the table, and picked up the newspaper. The newspaper was dated years ago, and the headlines were about them: The Bad Guys. The front cover was about them, driving away from the cops with the bags of money they stole. They all were so happy, and enjoying their lives back then. He looked at each of his friends with happy faces; Snake saw himself sticking half of his body out the window. Piranha was below him, pointing forward. Hornet was above him, flying and was never inside the car. Shark stuck himself out of the sunroof while Tarantula was on his shoulder. And finally, Wolf was taking the wheel. Those were the good times they had back then.

Snake formed a smile across his face. They were having so much fun, and robbing banks and stealing stuff made them closer every day.

Just then, Shark, Piranha, Tarantula and Hornet crowded around Snake to see what he was looking at.

"Watcha got there, Snake?" Tarantula asked.

Then, the rest of them had their faces dropped when they looked at the newspaper. They looked at themselves at the front cover where they got away from the cops with the money. In public, everybody knew that what they did was so bad, but for the 5 members, they didn't themselves as bad at this one. They only saw the bond and fun they had together. They were all so happy, and the photo itself made them smile.

"Aaaww, the time when we were still criminals," Piranha good.

Shark wiped a tear, and sniffed, "Good times."

Just then, Wolf approached them, and said smilingly, "Alright, guys, we better rest up to prepare for our next unexpected mission," But then, he saw the sad looks on his friends' faces when they stared down at the newspaper again, "What's wrong, guys?"

"Umm," Snake quickly put the newspaper down, and hid it under the table, "Nothing, buddy. We were just um… tired from our crime fighting. Right, guys?"

The rest of the team snapped out of reality as they shook their heads.

"Uh, yeah, Wolfie, we're just…" Tarantula fake-yawned, "Really tired."

Piranha stretched his arms wide, pretending to be tired," Yeah, chico, it's very tiresome."

"I do need some sleep in my room," Shark said.

Hornet nodded nervously, "Me too! Well, goodnight, guys!" He quickly flew towards his room.

"Goodnight!" Snake, Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula exclaimed as they quickly ran to their respective bedrooms.

When Wolf was now alone, he became suspicious of his friends. They were acting weird tonight, and he couldn't put a finger on it. Not even his best friend Snake would tell him. Wolf saw the sad looks on their faces, and then they pretended nothing was wrong? Now that is so suspicious. Wolf wasn't dumb enough to fall for that. He needed to investigate. He had to take a peek into each of his friends' rooms to see what was going on. He started with Tarantula first.

When Wolf slightly opened the door, he could hear Tarantula singing.

Tarantula: It's fun roaming these streets without people screaming in fear. But, I miss those days of illegal hacking; those memories I hold so dear. But I have to stay good, in fact, it remains clear. It's got to be my destiny, and it's what being a good guy should be.

Then, Wolf came to Hornet's room, hearing Hornet singing too

Hornet: Soaring through the skies so blue, spying the smiles on their faces. But I keep missing those good days when we were escaping police chases. Though I shouldn't think of it too much, it shouldn't be one of my choices It's got to be my destiny, and it's what being a good guy should be.

Then, Wolf moved to Piranha's room

Piranha: I miss getting to wreck and play! I love when so go all cra-zay! But deep down, I gotta keep that bottled in, and keep my bad side at bay. It's definitely not an easy task, I miss it, can't you see? But it has to be my destiny, 'cause it's what being a good guy should be.

Then, to Shark's room

Shark: Lookie here at what I found: my old heist disguise dress. I wish to relive when we dressed up for our heists, I must confess. But I can't use them like this anymore, now it fill me with stress. My destiny is not for thee, but it's what being a good guy should be.

Snake: While this "being good" thing seem okay, I can't help but feel bad. Our criminal days were just the best, but we shouldn't talk about that I have to keep on trying to be good, for everyone can see. It's got to be!

Hornet: It's got to be!

Piranha: My destiny!

Shark: My destiny!

Tarantula: And it's what being a good guy should

Snake, Shark, Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet: It's what being a good guy should Yes, it's what being a good guy should be!

After the sing, Wolf now finally understood what was going on… his friends missed being the Bad Guys. They missed being criminals. They missed causing chaos in the city, robbing banks, stealing stuff, and chasing by the police. Those were the fun times they had. Wolf could believe that, despite his friends becoming good, they still wanted to stay bad.

And they kept these feelings a secret from him. They must've bottled their emotions about missing being Bad guys. Wolf wanted to talk to his friends, but they'll figure out that he was spying on them. By tomorrow, he has to make things subtle to make them confess to him about their feelings.

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The next day, when everyone woke up, all 5 Bad Guys came out of their rooms, and headed to their dining table. Piranha already woke up early to make breakfast for the whole team, he became an early bird… or early fish for that matter.

During breakfast, the 6 were so quiet, and no one talked about how their morning was. Seeing his friends were all so silent, Wolf wanted to break the silence, especially that he wanted them to confess their bottled emotion that he found last night.

"So, guys," he started, "How's everyone's morning?" But no one answered, not even his best friend. Wolf and Snake always like a good conversation together, but now, it was just silent. So, Wolf cleared his throat, and wanted to skip to the important, "So… is there anything else you guys wanna talk about?"

The rest of the crew had their heads up, and glanced at each other, feeling nervous to speak to Wolf, and waiting for someone else to go first.

Wolf saw this awkward moment as he encouraged them, "Come on, guys, you know you can tell me anything."

Sighing since no one else volunteered to say anything first, Snake was the first to speak up as he turned to Wolf, "Wolf, buddy, you know I love ya, right? But… we gotta be honest with you about something really important."

"Sure, sure, guys. Go right ahead and tell me what's going on. My best buddies in the whole world," Wolf said cheerfully, still pretending to not know a thing..

Now this is gonna be harder than they thought.

Shark let out a sad sigh, and confessed, "Wolf, we have to come clean to you; Over the past few days, it was great. It was really really great! Doing good things with you was the best."

"Aaaww, thanks," the leader was touched.

"But ever since we got out of prison, we felt like there was something missing," Tarantula confessed.

Wolf's smile turned frowning in concern, waiting for them to confess, "What do you mean? W-w-what is something missing? Are you feeling sick?" He put his paw on Piranha's forehead, checking his temperature, "You wanna eat more?" Wolf then turned to Shark, and opened his jaw before turning to Hornet, and offering him a thin cucumber slice, "You want a cucumber, buddy?"

"No, no, it's not that, Wolf," Hornet waved both his hands, declining the cucumber.

"Then what is it? Come on, guys, tell me anything," Wolf made an encouraging smile at his friends, wanting them to know that it was okay to talk to him in an honest way. He was already tired of waiting, but he had to hold it in.

Piranha answered, "It's not easy for us to tell you, Wolf. How should we put it gently?"

Hornet then commented, bluntly, "Wolf… we miss being criminals, and doing a lot of harmless crimes."

Tarantula rolled her eyes, and replied sarcastically, "Wow, that's real gentle, Hornet."

Finally, they confessed. It only took 8 hours for them to confess, but Wolf had to play along like he was confused, "Wait, what? You guys miss being criminals?"

Snake sighed, and confessed, "Don't get us wrong, buddy. Being the Good Guys, doing a lot of good things, and living a normal life is better for all of us, but… but."

Shark then added sadly, "It's not normal… for us. It's not the same as what we used to do together."

"Back then, we had a lot of fun doing crimes, performing these epic heists," Tarantula recalled.

"Causing some fun chaos," added Piranha.

"Wrecking havoc just for kicks," commented Hornet.

"Stealing some of the coolest valuables in the world," mentioned Snake.

"We made so many fun memories together while rocking the streets with our criminal street cred," Snake continued, who hung his head low a bit, "And now, being good guys, it just feels… like something's missing from us. We're missing that fun adrenaline rush being criminals gave us."

"Yeah. Earlier today, I tried to hack into the city's cameras, just because I missed getting to hack into some of the coolest technology and security systems around, and while I only got to hack four cameras, it still made me remember my old hacking days and well….I miss them," added Tarantula, who slumped her arms down sadly.

"The view of the city through the window is nice, but I miss getting to be our eye in the sky, outside, scouting out escape routes when we made our getaways," commented Hornet, who landed on Piranha's shoulder sadly.

"I miss getting to mess up the police cars and go nuts on anything that got in my way," replied Piranha, who sighed sadly.

"I miss getting to wear those fun disguises we wore to blend in when we were doing our crimes undercover," stated Shark, who looked at a piece of his old disguise jewelry from when he dressed as a lady for the museum heist.

Wolf saw even sadder faces of his friends than they were a minute ago as he felt bad for them. They were his friends, his family, and he couldn't let them feel this way all the time now they were going into the right path, "Guys, guys, hey, it's all okay. Look, I know it's hard to adjust to, but trust me: being a good guy is gonna be so much better now that we're free and able to walk around without having people being scared of us."

Wolf then walked around each Bad Guy member, "There's so much we are able to do now as free citizens, and not criminals. I mean, we can roam the city without people thinking we're up to something... well, except at our first freedom, but you got my point. We can shop freely at stores and get to eat in diners, just like over the past few days, without anyone being scared. We can get jobs, and earn our own money instead of stealing it from someone's wallet or purse or…."

Without letting his friend finish, Snake held his tail up, stopping him from adding more advantages, and confessed, "We get it, Wolf. We certainly get it. You're our friend and we understand you."

Hornet then added, "We know it feels good to be good, but this is not the real us. I missed our times together… I like it a lot. Even back in prison. And maybe we didn't do all of this just for us, we also did all of this for you."

Wolf was stunned by the real reason why his friends decided to be good, "For-for me?"

"You're our leader, Wolf. And sometimes, you were right," Tarantula admitted.

Seeing that Wolf was speechless, and he didn't want to hear his friend's response about this topic, Snake then turned to the rest of the gang to avoid the conflict between them and Wolf again, "Look, maybe this is just on our heads, guys. Maybe we should live a good life like the rest of the world."

The rest of the crew glanced at each other, wondering if they could get through with this in the future.

Hornet shook his head, and said, "Yeah, we're just finding a way to forget about our lives back then, and deal with the new one we had."

Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula murmured in agreement.

Seeing his friends were now making a sacrifice just for him and themselves, Wolf didn't want his friends to make this a big deal, "But, guys…"

"It's okay, Wolf. We'll just get ready for our next mission," Snake halted him before he and the rest split up to go to their respective bedrooms.

While watching his friends moving sadly to their bedroom, Wolf was suddenly shaking, and there was something inside of him wanting to come out from his mouth, but he was too ashamed to tell his friends… But they were his friends. Why should he be keeping this a secret from them? He groaned in defeat, and finally confessed very loudly, "Oh, who am I kidding?! Even I can't keep it inside from you guys!" this made his friends stop, and turned to look at him, "I hate saying this, but… I miss being a bad guy too, guys!"

This made the rest of the Bad Guys shocked as they went back to Wolf in the middle of the hideout.

"Wait, what?" Shark asked.

"You do?" Piranha inquired.

Wolf confessed even more, "I mean, we had so much fun being criminals. I missed everything about it."

"Since when did you realize that?" Tarantula questioned.

"Back when we were grocery shopping, I nearly pickpocketed the people I ran into, but I held it in," Wolf explained, "I promised to be good, but I couldn't help it! I wanted to do it! I even tried to…! I just like this new lives of ours, but I like our old lives too!" After he got that all out of him, Wolf fell back, sitting on the couch, and cried with guilt. The rest of his friends crowded around him to comfort their leader.

"Oh, Wolf," Snake said worryingly.

"Don't cry, Wolfie," Tarantula cooed as she crawled to his shoulder.

Shark patted his fins on Wolf's shoulder as he started to cry, "You're not the only one holding it in!"

"Us too!" Piranha sobbed.

Appreciating his friends trying to comfort him, Wolf sighed as he slowly sniffed, "I can't believe this is happening to us. We were known to be criminals, then we showed the world that we're good and better than we used to be, and now we want to go back to being bad? Why are we feeling this way?"

"We got used to it. It was so fun, we did those things together, and it made us so happy," Shark guessed, "Being good made us happy, but being bad made us happy too. It's like mixed feelings."

Wolf nodded in agreement, and said, "We're going to have a good life, and we like it, but we can't get rid of our bad life. It was still in us the whole time, just keeping them all in, and waiting for us to explode."

"It was more than just a lifestyle, it brought us together, it made us closer as friends, as a family. And I love every single minute of it," Hornet pointed out.

"We really have good memories back then, huh?" Wolf chuckled, remembering every crime they committed together, "I missed those times."

"What should we do?" Tarantula asked.

"Should we just keep pretending we're happy to live a good and normal life to avoid being bad again?" Piranha suggested.

"It's so hard to do that, Piranha. Even you can't last another year keeping badness inside of you," Hornet mentioned, knowing his best friend/crush… a lot.

Piranha openly admitted, "It's true. My short-fuse was ready to go into a frenzy."

Wolf sighed as he stood up from the couch, and transferred to their dinner table for this inappropriate meeting. Everyone else followed Wolf, and they all sat on their seats.

Wolf then began, "Look, guys, I want to let that bottled-badness inside of us come out. I don't want to hold it in anymore, but I didn't want anyone to think we were gonna be criminals again… Not yet."

"Maybe we should… use disguises again?" Shark recommended as everyone turned to him with their confusing looks, "I mean, we always fooled anyone without disguises."

"You mean, going bad in secret? Like how we do as vigilantes?" Hornet clarified, arching an eyebrow.

"I guess so… as long as we won't let our disguises fall off."

"Even if we want to do crime again, but in secret, how should we start?" Tarantula asked, crossing her arms.

With this question, Wolf turned to see the money Diane left for them, and what was used to be a small mountain of money became a very small hill. They spent a lot since they arrived in their hideout, "Well, we spend all of our money for food and for building our own bedrooms. I think we still need more for our living."

Piranha then said, "So, that's how we're gonna do, huh? Robbing a bank again?"

Wolf looked at Piranha, who regretted of saying that idea for a second. Wolf hung his head down in disappointment, but agreeing with Piranha's idea, "Yes, but maybe we should pick a small bank, guys. As much as I want to be bad again, I still want to keep our good life."

Snake looked up to his best friend, and placed his tail on Wolf's shoulder, making them look at each other, "You're right about being good, Wolf. We're living a normal life, being free, being treated equally by everyone, and being like everyone else. And I'm happy about it. So, it's like we're going to balance our good and bad lives together."

Tarantula then inquired curiously while turning to Piranha and Hornet, "Can that be possible?"

"Well, there's only one way to find out, by robbing small banks, and just taking out just a little amount of money," Wolf suggested with a smirk.

Piranha groaned frustratingly, "Ugh, I told you, we will never have time to count! Math is so hard."

Hornet rolled his eyes and he hated that Piranha complained about math, "Then, let's just rob half or quarter of the money at the bank, and leave the rest behind! There! Everyone happy?!"

The hideout was so quiet as they were surprised to see Hornet mad while inadvertently creating a good plan.

"That's… a good idea, Hornet," Wolf smiled as the rest of the gang nodded at him.

Hornet was surprised by this. He didn't mean to make this kind of plan for stealing just a small amount of money, but at least he was helpful for his team, "Oh! Well I'm flattered."

"So, where should we find a small bank here in the city?" Wolf asked him.

It was now Hornet's job to do this. Other than being the "eye-in-the-sky", he liked doing research about places where they wanted to steal back in the old days. With his helmet, he used the HUD effect to make his research, "What about the Downtown Bank at Downtown? Obviously."

"Well, that is small, so that'll do," Wolf said.

"But how can we rob a bank, even with our disguises on?" Snake asked with a smirk on his face.

Wolf responded, making the same smirk Snake made, "Well, you know us, Snakey. We plan a heist!"

Snake laughed as he was only pretending he didn't know how they could rob a bank without being spotted, "Ha! I know you're going to say that. I was just messing with you."

"I loooove a good heist!" Shark squealed, showing his grinning teeth.

"Oh yeah! Are we all in this together?" Wolf cheered as the Bad Guys put their paw, hand, fins, legs, and tail together.

The plan was set.

"Okay. So, Let's go over the plan for our bank heist," stated Wolf, while the rest of the team crowded around him to hear the plan, "Step 1: the vault is located inside a simple hallway, behind a door that is guarded by two simple officers. And that room is behind a security door that is only accessible with the use of an employee's I.D. card. The lobby will be busy, so when we strike, we have to lure the customers and employees away so we can work with no one watching us."

"Pssh," Piranha said, waving a fin, "Sounds easy."

Sounds easy, hermano, "Wolf agreed

Tarantula then asked, "Okay, then, what's step 2?"

Wolf placed on a pair of sunglasses as he replied, "We'll drive up to the bank and park the car somewhere where it won't get seen, and in the meantime, we're gonna sneak in wearing some stylish disguises so we look just like fellow bank customers, and can't be identified."

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While Wolf had explained step 2, the scenery changed to outside the bank, where the Bad Guys, who were wearing their special disguises to pull off their first heist since deciding to become criminals, were approaching the steps, walking up them with smiles of confidence.

Shark was dressed as the bank manager, wearing a dark blue business suit, money-patterned tie, and big round glasses, while the rest of their team wore their secret disguises that they wore the night of the award ceremony.

As they entered the building, Wolf's monologue played in the background, "Which brings us to part 3: separating and getting set into our positions."

Inside, the Bad Guys started to split up and head to their spots to perform each task of their heist.

Piranha quickly snuck into a briefcase Wolf was holding, as Wolf saw and sealed it shut once Piranha was inside. Wolf was walking towards the main waiting lobby.

Tarantula was crawling along the floor, trying to avoid being stepped on or kicked by other people, and heading towards a wall that had a vent that led to the security room.

Snake was heading to a nearby statue pole that led to another separate vent.

Shark was walking towards the manager's office.

Hornet was flying above the ceiling, landing inside a small notch on a ceiling lamp, where he could keep an eye on everyone without being seen.

"Okay, everyone's coms on? Do you copy," asked Tarantula, as she began to scale the wall.

"Copy," replied Wolf.

"Copy," answered Snake, as he made it to the pole.

"Copy," commented a muffled Piranha in the briefcase.

"Copy," replied Hornet, who monitored everything through his helmet.

"Copy," answered Shark as he made it to the door.

A fellow officer saw Shark approaching the manager's office, but Shark kept up his disguise and showed a fake I.D., making him think that he was the official bank manager.

The officer tipped his hat at him as a greeting as Shark waved back before entering the office.

Meanwhile, Snake looked around, making sure that no one was watching him as he scaled up the pole and climbed right into the vent.

Wolf was approaching the waiting lobby and sat in a chair patiently, as part of his plan, while he eyed Snake climbing into the vent and waited for the moment to strike.

Meanwhile, Tarantula was sneaking through the other vent she climbed through and snuck her way into the security room, slipping through the vent in the security room. Once inside, she saw an officer sitting in the chair and watching the screens.

Hornet was keeping an eye on everyone through his helmet and smirked, saying into his com, "Boys, girl, we're back!"

In the manager's office, Shark sat in a chair at the desk and saw that there was a mic that was connected to the bank's speaker system. He smiled and pressed a button, speaking into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, in honor of all of your hard work, I am granting all of the fellow working employees an extended lunch break that'll start right… now!"

All of the employees cheered in joy and ran out of the bank to go on their lunch break. Even the officer who was in charge of the security room ran out of the room, and closed the door behind him. Now it was Tarantula's chance to take over. She crawled down, and onto the desk as Tarantula pulled out her laptop and connected it to the bank security system.

Meanwhile, Wolf got up and approached the crowd of leaving employees, walking past them graciously. One of the employees was close to hitting Wolf, but missed him. And while the employee wasn't looking, Wolf had quickly pickpocketed him and got his I.D. card.

When the bank was empty of all working employees, Wolf approached a door that was near the employee's desk and placed the I.D card up towards a scanner that scanned the card, and accepted it, making the door open.

Wolf smiled and walked inside, while Hornet still remained up by the ceiling, keeping a close watch on everything that was going on.

Up in the vents, Snake was slithering through the vents and, once he was close enough, he molted out of his skin and disguise, slipping out while wearing his sleek black bodysuit.

Meanwhile, Wolf was holding tightly onto the briefcase and approaching a security door that would lead to the bank vault when he saw that it was being guarded by two security guards. He quickly hid behind a wall that kept him from being seen by the guards, but still allowed Wolf to see the door.

He simply smiled, and said quietly, "Just as planned."

Wolf then calmly approached the security guards, "Don't mind me, boys. I'm just dropping off a national deposit. The employees are on their lunch break, so, I thought that this could be where I could leave my deposit."

The security guards watched as Wolf left the briefcase and started to "walk away," but Wolf was going slow on purpose, so he could watch what was happening.

One of the guards picked up the briefcase and looked at it, before starting to open it.

When the briefcase was open, it first looked like there was nothing inside of it. But what the security guards did not know was that when the briefcase was opened, Piranha came right out of it at lightning speed, and was now sitting in waiting right above the door.

When the perfect moment came, Piranha leaped into action, and not even two minutes later, the guards were knocked out, as a proud Piranha stood tall, with the door now open, as he said cheerily, "Hey look! They left the door open for us!"

Wolf smiled and ran inside with Piranha, both boys quickly changed into their black bodysuits.

Down the hallway, which looked empty and bare, Piranha crossed his arms happily, "Ha! An empty hallway? This is gonna be a piece of cake."

However, before he could start walking down the hallway, Wolf seemed to sense something and stopped Piranha, by extending his arm at him, "Hold on there, Piranha. I wonder…."

Wolf picked out a gold coin from his pocket and, with a flick of his thumb, he tossed it into the air, aiming it across the hallway.

But, when the coin was about halfway across, a series of traps suddenly popped out of nowhere, ranging from spinning spiky ball poles, to swinging axes from above, spinning blades, hammering mallets, and the interchanging log swings that followed, and on top of that, on the floor, spikes were quickly popping out in a rapid pattern.

The sight of the activated traps alone made both Wolf and Piranha gulp nervously, as Piranha sheepishly asked, "So, still easy, huh?"

On the other side, by a vent that's next to the front of the vault door, Snake slithered out, ready to help his team out, "Hey guys, I'm set to- OH WHAT THE—," but he was shocked when he saw the activated traps.

Back on the side with Wolf and Piranha, Wolf spoke into his communicator to Tarantula "Webs, are you seeing this on the screen?"

In the security room, Webs was watching the trap on her laptop screen, "Yeah. When did this small bank invest in a trap like this for security?"

Wolf then pleaded, "Can you work your hacking magic to try and get this trap to shut down?"

Tarantula was about to answer that she could, but then she decided that it couldn't hurt to have a little fun, "Actually, why don't you guys try to handle this for once"?

That made Wolf and Piranha gasp from what they just heard from their very own tech-wizard.

"Chica, are you out of your mind?! We can't go through that thing; that's crazy, and I'm usually all about crazy, but I'm not insane to do THIS!" Piranha shouted

Tarantula crossed her arms and smirked, "Hey, I'm always making things easy for you guys. For once, why don't you try to handle this head on?"

Wolf then replied sternly, "Webs, if we go through this thing, we're gonna come out in body bags!"

Tarantula then chuckled as she was enjoying this, "Alright, calm down. I was just messing with you both. Don't worry, I got this."

Both boys sighed in relief as Piranha then shouted, "Be lucky I'm not too riled up about how you were messing with us because if I wasn't this sane right now, I'd drag you over here and have you go through the trap with us!"

Tarantula rolled her eyes and replied, "Cool your jets. Let me just...," She cracked her knuckles and got right to work, trying to hack through the trap system.

However, when Tarantula was busy trying to hack through the system, she came across a bit of trouble with the firefox walls that blocked her access from each aspect. Tarantula gritted her teeth, saying in determination, "Oh, so that's how you want to play, huh? Well, game on," and started to type as fast as she could to knock down the firefox walls.

Meanwhile, back with the boys, they saw that the traps seemed to have slowed down, and the mechanisms separated a little bit, but they were still moving, and the swinging axes that were in between them were still moving at their regular speed (due to the laws of gravity).

Wolf and Piranha were both concerned and nervous, with Wolf speaking through the com to get through Tarantula, "Webs, is everything okay"?

Tarantula replied, "I'm trying to hack through, but it's not letting me in."

Piranha then commented, "You better not be messing with us again, or else I'm gonna be messing up your face when we get out of this!"

Tarantula then shouted, "I'm being dead serious; it's literally not letting me in!"

Piranha then said, "Try something else or else we're all gonna be 'dead' serious!

Tarantula scowled from Piranha's pun, "You're terrible at jokes; I'm doing my best."

But Hornet overheard that argument through his com, and said, "I don't know, Webs. I think Piranha's jokes are good."

When Piranha heard Hornet's voice and comment about his death joke, he secretly blushed with his face turned red, "Umm, thanks. Glad you think so."

While Hornet was still in the lookout while listening through his com, he blushed in return for Piranha appreciating his comment.

Tarantula suddenly cut in as she explained the situation, "I got it to slow down a bit and move away from each other; do you think you can squeeze through while I try to get the rest of it to shut down?"

Wolf then replied, "Well, we can try, Webs. Just do what you can to hack through this thing."

Wolf and Piranha both gulped nervously, as Piranha tugged at the end of his hood of his black bodysuit, "Ay caramba. If I end up being chopped sushi after this, just to let you know, you've been a great friend, Wolf."

Wolf nodded in agreement, "Same here."

But there's one more thing left Piranha wanted to say to Wolf as a favor, "And also, if I don't make it, tell Hornet how I feel."

"What do you feel?" Hornet asked as Wolf and Piranha realized their coms were connected to their other friends, including Hornet.

"NOTHING!" Wolf and Piranha exclaimed and Hornet cringed from their loud replies through their coms.

Soon, both boys started to go through the traps, bending their bodies in different ways to avoid getting cut, scratched, or scathed by the traps, but it was not easy. Between having to duck to avoid the swinging axes, and carefully stepping forward to avoid the spikes slowly rising up and down on the floor, the job was anything but easy.

Meanwhile, Tarantula kept doing her best to try and hack through the rest of the firefox walls, but it wasn't working out very well for her, especially for the one that blocked her access to stopping the spinning blades and swinging axes..

Gritting her teeth in frustration, Tarantula then shouted, "Okay, no more Ms. Nice Tarantula," she started to type away furiously on her computer. While it was not like her beast mode, she was still able to quickly be able to type in the codes needed to eliminate and tear down the firefox walls. As fast as lightning, each box turned from red to green before finally, she had all the clear access she needed.

Tarantula chuckled proudly and said, "Yes! Whoopang! I still got it." She got right down to business.

Meanwhile, as Wolf and Piranha finally got past the last set of log barrels in the trap, the boys saw that the trap had slowed down more and separated more, giving them more room to walk around.

Taking the chance they had, Wolf and Piranha ran through the rest of the trap, cautiously avoiding any standby traps that were still at play, before finally making it to the other end safe and sound.

Wolf and Piranha took a minute to catch their breaths as Wolf said, "We made it," then told his friend through his com, "Great job, Webs."

Piranha pumped his first into the air, and shouted happily, "Woohoo! I never felt so alive!"

Snake, who was still waiting inside the vent, smiled and said, "Glad you could finally make it, guys, and just in time," before he slithered out, leaping into the air and dropping down, safely landing in Wolf's arms.

"Alright, buddy, do your thing," Wolf smiled as he put Snake down so he could get to work on cracking the safe.

Snake slithered to the door, inspecting it and saying, "Easy as pie." He began to use his tail to figure out the combination to the door while leaning his head against it, listening to the chains inside, to make sure he was doing it right.

Meanwhile, Wolf noticed something as he looked up around, and asked, "Hey, does anyone have an idea where Shark is?"

Up on the ceiling above the boys, crawling out of a small circular vent, the door swung open as Shark peeked his head out, "I'm here!" But then, he pulled himself out, landing on the boys belly-first, as if he did a body slam.

Wolf, Snake, and Piranha all groaned in pain while Snake shouted in a muffled voice, "Hey, get off me, you big tuna! I'm trying to work here!"

Shark got up and brushed himself off as Wolf asked while helping Piranha up, "Shark, how did you get here?"

"Well, after all the employees left and you guys were heading to the vault, I got into my bodysuit and found a vent under the rug by the employees' desk, and crawled right through it," Shark explained.

"How were you able to fit in there?" Piranha asked, in confusion.

Shark blushed in embarrassment, "I, uh… had a bit of a tight squeeze."

Soon, the boys heard a female voice shout, "Yoohoo," and looked up, spotting Tarantula crawling towards them up on the ceiling, skillfully dodging the traps, while asking as she approached them, "I didn't miss the party, did I?"

Wolf chuckled and answered, "Right on time, Webs."

Webs leapt down and landed on Shark's shoulder.

Wolf then reached for his com, asking, "Hornet, everything okay by you?"

He heard Hornet's voice and answered, "Everything's all clear and still going according to plan, Wolf!"

Wolf nodded, but he suddenly frowned when he realized something during their heist, "I don't know if we're doing it right, guys."

Tarantula sighed as she admitted, "Same, Wolf. But why do I feel that we're not guilty about it?"

"So do I," Piranha confessed.

"Me too," Shark added.

"Me three," Hornet responded through his com.

Snake, meanwhile, was continuing his work on trying to open the safe, even after hearing his friends' conversation, but he didn't wanna say anything as he was too focused on his work. Then, he heard a click and smiled, shouting, "Jackpot!" He spun the spinning door handle open, making the vault door open.

Inside the vault, there were thousands of stacks of money bills, thousands of gold coins everywhere, dozens of gold bars up the wazoo, all ripe and ready for the taking.

The team smiled excitedly and ran inside, embracing the loot that they had successfully reached.

Shark shouted, "Oh yeah, baby!"

"We just hit the highlight of the day, amigos!" Piranha added.

As the Bad Guys quickly started to gather as much loot as they could, Wolf himself found it all so overwhelming and a little guilty, but exciting: the Bad Guys were pulling off their first heist in over a year together, and it felt so…fun! It's not good, but he has never been this happy for a year. As long as he gets to do it with his best friends, it doesn't matter what choice of life he's going to have.

Suddenly, while Hornet was keeping a watch on things, he noticed that, outside the bank, the police cars were pulling up to the bank, including the chief of police herself. He gasped and whispered, "Oh no." He quickly flew down from the ceiling, and zoomed to the direction of the room where his friends were.

He made it to the room, shutting the door behind him as it locked, so the cops won't come in this room on time with them inside. He then flew like the wind towards them, dodging the traps, as he shouted once arriving inside the vault, "Guys, we got a problem! The cops are outside and heading this way!"

That made the Bad Guys stop dead cold in their tracks and shouted, "WHAT?!"

"But that's impossible! How did they know where and when to come?"

"We must've tripped some sort of silent alarm, and they got the signal to come here!" Snake answered.

"No. Because of Shark announcing an extended lunch break, someone uploaded that it was fake news," Hornet went through research with his helmet, and showed the results to his friends. "I closed the door and locked it, so that should stall them for a bit, but we gotta get out of here before they come inside and we get busted!"

The Bad Guys all nodded in agreement and were ready to escape with the money they gathered in bags, except… How were they gonna do that?

This even prompted Tarantula to ask, "Uh… how are we gonna get out of here"?

This made the Bad Guys frantically look around for some sort of exit, but there was no way out except for the only door where they came in; no door, no crack, nothing!

And to make matters worse, the chief was coming straight to the security door at the bank lobby and was pulling out her I.D. card, set to scan it so the door could open and she and the other officers could go inside.

As the Bad Guys heard the cops close to coming in

Piranha gulped and replied, "It's all over, amigos! We're gonna get sent back to prison!"

Wolf saw how nervous everyone looked and said calmly, with a smile, "I know this would happen again, but hey, no matter what, at least we are all here together, right?"

The team looked at Wolf and they all nodded in agreement, smiling back at him. If they were gonna get arrested again, at least they were gonna do it together.

With that, the Bad Guys all gathered around and did a huge group embrace, ready to accept their fate, as the door was close to opening.

However, during the hug, Snake noticed something on the ceiling of the vault, and it actually turned out to be another vent. The safe-cracking expert had an idea.

Meanwhile, when the door was opened and the cops came running in, the officers, and the chief saw that there was… no one. Just the security trap that was out in the open, and an open vault that was half-empty that looks like everything was there.

But the main focus here was that the vault was wide open, making the chief gasp, and shouted, "There's been a robbery!"

Outside the bank building, in a little alleyway next to the building, where the Bad Guys' car was, a vent on the wall shook a little before swinging open.

One by one, each Bad Guy fell out of the vent and landed on the ground below: Snake first, followed by Shark, who landed on Snake, Piranha, who bounced off of Shark's back and fell on the ground next to him sitting upright, like if he landed on a chair, Tarantula, who landed on Shark's fin, Wolf, who fell and landed on Shark's legs, and Hornet, who luckily flew and didn't fall.

The Bad guys all groaned in pain from being squished in the vent.

"Why do I always end up landing under you, you big tuna?!" Snake's voice muffled under Shark.

Shark got up, letting Snake be able to breathe as the Bad Guys quickly recovered.

"Is everyone okay?" Wolf asked when he got up on his feet.

Tarantula replied, "All are accounted for, Wolf."

Piranha commented, "Next time, let's not use a small narrow tunnel as our escape."

"Hey, that's the only vent I found for a way to escape in that vault," Snake yelled.

*Flashback*

Back in the vault, Snake's plan was to use the only vent to escape. He used his tail to open the vent, and laughed himself in, head first, then lifted all of his friends, who were hugging together while holding the bags of loot they collected, into the vent, and they all squeezed themselves into the small vent before the cops opened the door, and didn't catch them on time.

*End of Flashback*

"Speaking of escape, let's make it like water in a river, and run!" Wolf smirked.

The team hopped into the car with the loot they stole, and with Wolf driving, he made the car engine roar and drove the car away from the bank, down a road where the officers, and no one else, could see them, meaning that the Bad Guys have now successfully achieved their first robbery since getting arrested over a year ago.

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This chapter showed that the Bad Guys were back at being bad, but also in secret.

The song "What Being A Good Guy Should Be" was a parody song from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, What My Cutie Mark Is Telling Me.

Special thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me make this chapter.

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