#no speaking thou

[veryrealimagination]

“Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

Day No: 9

Prompt: Mistaken Identity

Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries

Medium: fic

Trigger Warnings: none

SFW

Detective Watts was a busy man. As the now only detective at Station House Four, he took on all of the cases that came to them. At the least, he had to take the murders, and the robberies that were incredibly expensive. And assaults. Mainly, he passed on low robberies and vandalism as he didn’t have time. He now saw how much Murdoch had to deal with as lead Detective. Not even including that they had to bring in new Constables that weren’t used to his ‘unique’ way to dealing with police processes.

He was on his way into the Station when he stopped for the first thing he will eat for the day. The pretzel vendor was just starting to set up. He was recognized immediately and he had his first snacks of the day. Immediately eating at one, he placed the second one carefully in a pocket.

“Excuse me?” a young voice asked. Watts quickly swallowed the bite he had to address the person. Someone just out of childhood, if he had to guess. A boy’s softer features not completely realized to adulthood. “Are you the detective for Station House Four?”

A touch odd. Identifying him by his Station House. He had never heard of that during his career. “That I am.”

“Excellent.”

Watts immediately tried to fight back as soon as it happened. He was incredibly unsuccessful. A large bag, one likely used for food transport, was promptly thrown over his head and held down with powerful arms before rope was wrapped around to keep his arms down and the bag from being removed. His legs were grabbed and quickly bound as well before he was picked up and carried. “Why is this the response to my answer?” he pouted. Being kidnapped before even getting into the House. He had been doing well getting to work on time, considering he hadn’t had a bedmate in weeks to keep him occupied. Keeping George looking well respected and able to run a Station House kept him employed, and out of the Don. And he lost his food. Again. Like the last time he was kidnapped.

He was jammed into a small space, which he yelped and tried to squirm out of before a lid was shut down on him. That drove him to stop, and to shallow his breathing. Steamer trunks were impossible to breathe in. One of the times he had been investigating, he had lost consciousness while pounding for help after being shoved in one. It was only with the intervention of Jackson that he lived after that day.

Thought he could do without much air. They wanted the Detective of Station House Four, but did not mention myself by name. Why would one attack the position of Station House Four detective? Did they mean... Are they merely going after something they oft heard from another? ‘The detective from Station House Four bungled my robbery again.’ ‘Station House Four is a problem to be dealt with, take out the Detective and watch it fall.’

Or did they mean to go after Murdoch, and the only thing they remembered was that he was the Detective of Station House Four? Many of the regular criminals know that Murdoch is no longer with the Constabulary. They also know my name, although that is not a happy thought. I do believe I have been attacked a few more times now that everyone knows I am George’s subordinate.

When the trunk opened again, he managed a large gasp of breath to dislodge the heaviness that he had accumulated before being picked up again and carried. “I am still unclear as to why I am in this position,” he complained.

“Shut up,” one of the men, now that he heard someone, said, hitting him on a shoulder as they tried to hit his head. Didn’t work, and now he had a slightly pained shoulder.

He hummed. “Nope. Why Detective of Station House Four? I have a name. Most criminals that have an agenda against me use it.” Another hit to the same shoulder, and he frowned, trying to twist as it doubled the pain.

“Stop moving,” another one commanded.

“My position slightly irritates me,” he said, “Just trying to get comfortable.”

“If you can get comfortable from this, you’re certifiably insane.”

Another little hum. “An unfortunate hazard with my occupation. Although it only really started happening in greater frequency when I went over to Station House Four.” He did count up the number of incidents from pre-Murdoch and post-Murdoch. Three events when he was at One, while he was detective. Nothing personal while he was a Constable. At Four, there had been Strong, the girl who tried to poison him, Samuel’s father, the two men that thought taking him would get Murdoch off their backs (he had fun poking holes in that, as they had tried going after his wife and she had successfully fought them off, Crabtree was with Higgins and tried to arrest them, and didn’t they think they wouldn’t have been ready for another attack when they grabbed him), the man that shot him trying to kill him-

“Tape his arms and legs down. Make sure he cannot get to anything sharp,” a new voice commanded. A woman? Oh, that’s surprising. Tape? He heard the ghastliest of noises, stretching and ripping that was given the ability to scream. The rope had been removed because he was sitting down in a chair now and something was spread over his wrists and ankles. He was quite used to the smaller tape that was used to put up pictures around the walls of the station, or hold down the edges of an envelope if he missed a spot of glue. This, this was large, and thick. It held him to the arms and the legs of the chair without give. A bare amount of movement, he was quite hindered from getting anything.

It was annoyingly new, and a dangerous thought. If criminals were to start doing this, it was only second to be cuffed. And this was a normal substance that could be brought by the average citizen.

The bag was finally pulled off of Watts and he was allowed to see again.

He spotted four people immediately. Heard a shuffle from behind him and added another to the count. Three, he assumed, were his captors. Two of the men were slightly winded, figuring them to be the ones carrying him. One was the young man that got his attention, holding a gun on the fourth person. James Pendrick had a flash of worry before tempering his face.

Oh, they wanted Murdoch, that was for sure. Apparently, they didn’t know his name. Or that he wasn’t a detective anymore. Or that he was shorter.

“The infamous Detective William Murdoch,” the person behind him, the woman, said. She laid a hand on one of his shoulders, the uninjured one, as a show of control. He quickly looked at it, noting the bare hand that had a few calluses on it. A surprise, as the way she held command led him to believe she was more of a mastermind, not action based. “Perhaps now you’ll be more cooperative, Mr. Pendrick. A first name and an occupation made it simple to track him down. Imagine what else we’ve heard while you’ve been here.”

Watts almost groaned in exasperation. She was both smart, and yet, utterly foolish. Yes, using only a first name and an occupation, they had gotten close to finding their target, but they should have found a picture of the man and triple checked before grabbing him. He didn’t resist the roll that went through his eyes. Pendrick caught it, raising a brow in response. He raised his in a ‘well’ look. The other man understood. “Ms. Jones, bringing the *famous* William Murdoch here will signal your doom in your plans,” he pointed out, being ambiguous about the actual situation.

“No weapons, no sharp objects, and he won’t be able to talk at all unless two of us are near him,” she mentioned. Cloth knotted in the middle was shoved into his mouth and he protested as it was tied. “Quite honestly, he won’t even be allowed to talk to you.”

The awkwardness was already putting a strain on his jaw. He was going to be gagged until they decided to give him water, apparently. Also, food, hopefully. Food would be nice. How long was he going to be here until someone came to find them? George was good at noticing when people disappeared. He found Murdoch and Dr. Ogden once they had the situation with Edwards dealt with.

“Escort Mr. Pendrick back. I believe he’ll start working now,” she ordered. The men all left, leaving Watts with the woman that straddled a line between smart and incompetent. He had forgotten that her hand was still on his shoulder, and it tightened to the point of annoyance. Not quite pain, but it could have been if she had nails to dig in. “You’re the wrong one.”

A pit opened in his stomach as fear started to creep up. She *knew* and played along. “At least I don’t have to listen to you attempting a conversation. I need to decide whether or not you’ll even be useful.” She walked off and the room he was going to be kept in went dark.

*What happens if she decides I’m not useful?*

[xinyuehui]

When Tides Echo ─── ₊ ﾟ⚬ ・。.

[sausage-rolll]

I always find it particularly funny when people say that Ranni is just manipulating the player and that she’s using them as a means to a much more nefarious secret end, because if you actually pay attention to the game and character then one thing becomes abundantly clear.

Ranni literally cannot lie to save her life.

No seriously, she’s a cunning mastermind but she is a fucking terrible liar. When a random tarnished comes looking for her and accuses her of the assassination of Godwyn, she just goes “yeah? And what of it?” as if she’s not admitting to being the one behind the biggest act of heresy in known history. That's not something you should just say to people, least of all a tarnished!

You get her alone with you and within seconds she’s rambling about her plan, her past, her family, her friends that she adores with all of her heart, how you’re actually a lot like them, nevermind forget that last part please-

Sorry to burst the bubble of all the nihilist theorists out there that really want age of stars to secretly be a bad ending but if Ranni was planning anything nefarious with her godhood then I’m willing to bet that she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet about it until the end of her questline.

[wigglys-dikrats]

only ziggs would ask if selling drugs to children is a crime

[tomboxed]

I want you to know that your drawing of casual Rouxls may be one of my favorite pieces of fanart of him, ever. Probably top 5. It lives rent-free in my head. He's been drawn in so many fancy, elaborate outfits yet your depiction of him in boxers and a t-shirt just hits different. It's one of those pieces of fanart that rewires something in your brain, you know?

I love that image so so much thank you for creating it

why thank you anon i think drawing him in random outfits is the best thing ever

that being said as a thank you have rouxls with the sans undertale fit

[mondaymelon]

help the way that i want to interact with you but i'm scared for my sanity if i do

ahha

why whould you be scared

im

im not scary

im just silly ok iimsiiiillyyy .

[rockethorse]

Buyable fish/fruit/veg (TS2)?

Hi all! I am BEGGING to know if anyone has a mod that lets you buy Seasons fish/produce (lemons, tomatoes, bass, etc) from the build/buy catalogue??

Everything I can find online is either someone saying "I found a mod but it's not what I want" and NO LINK TO SAID MOD (augh!), custom content (e.g. extracted deco fruit), or advice on how to use cheats or hacked objects to get these items during gameplay which isn't very convenient for lot-building.

Help a Simmer out!! Let me buy a humble punnet of beans straight from the catalogue!!

[cipher-of-the-round-table]

THIS IS A PINNED POST, IF YOU SEE THIS IN THE WILD, OUTSIDE MY BLOG, I APOLOGISE.

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Damn the 10-image limit.

Hi

I'm Cipher

Contrary to popular belief, I’m a CisHet Dude.

Just trying to be welcoming.

... The entire description is in the blog description.

Also, if you are wondering about the ‘#not prev’ I put on most of my posts, It either means I’m not OP, or I'm not the person who wrote the tags that appear before it, or both.

Think of it as a barrier of sorts, where the post ends, and I begin, God that's pretentious as all hell, sorry for that.

ANONS ARE NOW OFF FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE DUE TO A HARASSMENT CAMPAIGN LED AGAINST ME.

[ghouljams]

Well now i want an Angel!Reader. Who would deserve an Angel Reader……Alejandro for sure. Or Rudy.

My love they are all war criminals

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

I'm still not over Ahab getting up in front of God and his entire crew and looking at his first mate and saying "Starbuck I've felt strangely drawn to you since we saw... you know what... in each other's eyes" like????????????? canonically he fucking canonically says "you know what". what the shit where am I. what is going on. it's 1851 how are there so many gay people in this boat

[inkspottie]

I love Laughing at Tradgedy. It honestly is one of the better pics I have read in a while. I love it when the animatronics are given a more human side but also shown to be capable of inflicting harm. My favorite part of this is how you decided to focus on the perspective of an animatronic. Especially Lolbit, a character who has only appeared in a few games. Honestly it makes me want to write my own fanfic about Lolbit. Of course, I would have to sit down and do it if it would ever get off notepad! In any case, hope we see the next chapter soon. Also, I think it would be cool to see your take on Shadow Freddy and Bonnie alongside Funtime Chica. Those three animatronics have vastly different appearances but are also interesting in their own right.

Thank you for the lovely words! I am glad you’re enjoying it, I love writing the animatronics and having them be sentient but still be the killing machines they were made to be lol

But I wish I could add more things into the fic, with all the animatronics we have in the roster it just would be so bloated lol also have a hard time writing with a very big cast (cuz I want to make sure everyone at least has something to say)

They are interesting and I had to make sacrifices to make sure the plot stayed on the track I had planned. With this being the last chapter, I hope none of you are disappointed on me not adding certain characters/animatronics

[mimikabii]

i can only boop myself this sucks sorry everyone

[frozenhi-chews]

GO AWAAAAYYYYY

[ever-winter]

//Hi there - I promise I'm still alive! For those who don't follow my other two blogs - it's been a mix of health issues and farming like crazy in both HSR and Genshin that's kept me away from here - BUT MY GOD I HAVE SO MUCH TO SCREAM ABOUT - FATHER IS COMING HOME SOON Honestly, I need to bloody update my rules and info and ahhh ~ anyways...I'm hoping to be around more. I got Aventurine so only have to farm in Genshin, so I'll be trying to find all I've missed and responding to things soon too...I love my Harbingers but when I have to split focus I tend to leave this blog alone due to not wishing to just leave my ocs to rot away ^^; ...so erm hello, please don't kill me...I swear I still love my kids!

[nico-the-overlord]

“You kids have it soooo easy nowa days! when I was a kid we-” ok but I thought that was goal? Raising future generations to not have to go through the shit of previous ones so they can be successful and thrive within their own lives? Why so bitter dude

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

normal things to say about the society you used to rule over and were beloved by and who are immediately afterwards revealed to be overwhelmingly normal ass people whose only crime is not wanting to be Trapped In The Ground anymore