#Children kidnapper scum

[mishoarts]

SBG SEASON FINALE IN SHORT :

[barbiegirldream]

I am so sick of reading Michele Foucualt's work without one single professor acknowledging he was a predator who went to Tunisia to prey on arab african children while hypocritically writing about race as an irrational sociocultural tool of oppression. And it's not propaganda. His friends were convicted sex offenders and kidnappers and he defended their actions. Do you know how fucked you have to be to get convicted of a sex offense in France in the 1960s??? And Foucualt signed a petition to get rid of age of consent laws. I hate this man so much he was the scum of the earth

[the-sparrow-sings]

The Prodigal Son

Reaver rescues a very young Logan from his kidnappers. Spreaver, but focuses more on Reaver coming to terms with caring for his son. Reaver POV

Warnings: Kidnapping, Murder(of the kidnappers)

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“What is this?” The Queen’s voice carries through the throne room, turning all eyes to her—even mine.

It isn’t often I look upon her these days, not when it can be helped, and truthfully, I wish I hadn’t turned my gaze upon her now.

She looks utterly terrified, frenzied in a way I’d never seen her—and I’ve seen her more unbuttoned than most who’ve lived to tell the tale.

“Send the gold,” she commands, shoving the scroll into that beast of a man, Beck’s, hands.

“You’re just giving up the ransom? Just like that?” The idiot King’s voice always serves to sour my mood, but the irreverence with which he speaks to my one time companion afflicts my trigger finger with an unbearable itch.

In another life, he’d be dead before he had the chance to annoy me again, but Albion’s rules are different now; puppet or no—and make no mistake, he is nothing more—killing the King in the middle of Bowerstone Castle wouldn’t bode well for my continued stay, and I simply cannot jeopardize my annual…visit…with my dear old friends.

“You read the letter,” she spits back, her venomous voice laced with panic. “They’ll kill him if I so much as set foot outside of this castle.”

Him?

I do my very best to maintain my expression of utter boredom. It is in my best interest to maintain distance between The Queen and I, but I well know there are only so many people that He could possibly be.

Only one that could send her into such hysterics.

The Boy has been kidnapped.

I should stay out of it.

She’ll send the ransom to the drop off point; the boy will be safe. Surely the capital can afford it—it isn’t as though Our Queen has a habit of otherwise lavish spending—but it’s the principle of the thing.

The Hero Queen, such as they call her, has given everything to protect these cretins; the world would be lost without her, and yet some fools have the gall to threaten what’s most precious to her.

It cannot be allowed to stand.

Whatever wastes of breath that dared to commit such a heinous crime cannot go unpunished.

I have connections; there is nary a crevice in Albion’s seedy underbelly that I don’t have at least a finger in. All it takes is a little bit of gold, a little bit of lead, and a few drinks into the right people to scrounge up a few corroborating rumors about the dismal little mold infested cave where The Young Prince is being held.

Inexcusable.

I don’t know whether to be pleased or annoyed that none of the scraps of subhuman life seem particularly outraged at my presence as I charm my way into the cavern. I may not be King in Bowerstone, but among the scum and villainy of the Albion Underworld there is no higher Lord.

For the first time, I’m uncertain how I feel about that.

Children are horrid things, really—there is no greater reminder of your own lost youth and innocence than their big and unjudging eyes. No doubt I’ve unknowingly left a number of them behind upon the many many one night stands I’ve had with women over all my years, but I’ve never had any desire to meet my offspring. Offspring I will—and no doubt have on many occasions—outlive. The last thing I need to do is grow attached to yet another person who I will bury. I have no desire to go through it again.

Still though, for all my crimes, I have never involved children.

I am insulted that this scum believes I am on their side.

Especially when I see the boy sitting on the floor of a rusty cage, his head tucked into his knees.

No one even thinks to stop me as I approach him; by the time they realize their folly, the Dragonstomper has claimed another unworthy soul. The boy startles as the shot rings off, his big black eyes locked on me as I do away with three more of the worms.

My heart races when I rip the keys off of the jailer’s leather belt—snapping easily due to its downright abysmal quality—and free the boy, scooping him up with one of my arms. He clings to me like his life depends on it—rather appropriately, considering the brutes that finally come running in to investigate the gunshots.

It isn’t long before they lie in bloody heaps beside their fellows.

For the first time in a great many years, a heavy satisfaction fills my chest as I dirty my rather expensive boots with blood as I step over the corpses—truly, it was foolish of these morons to think they could get away with this, it’s no secret that I’d had a seat at The Queen’s court for years now.

I should have left, truly. My time in the Castle stopped being fun when my favorite companion went and became a mother on me, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to leave—despite the considerable effort it took to avoid the child.

Now, sitting in silence across from me in the carriage I’d called to take us home, I have little choice but to look at him.

“You look like your mother.”

He only stares at me a while, exhaustion evident on his small face. “I know.”

Rarely in my life have words eluded me, but in this moment, my throat feels unbearably dry—I should have brought at least a flask for the trip, but alas. “Are you hurt?”

He shakes his head. “Just hungry.”

I indulge a sigh of relief before signaling for the driver to stop by the next inn to purchase food for the boy. “The food in this…charming…little Hamlet may be a bit provincial compared to what you’re used to.”

Again, he only stares at me, and for a moment I feel as though he’s searching me for something.

What has his mother told him?

“My father says that you’re a bad man.”

Again I am filled with relief, though of a much different nature. “That’s true.”

“You don’t seem like it.”

“Is that so?” I can’t help but chuckle—no one has ever accused me of being good. “Tell that to the families of the men lying dead in that cave.”

Again he’s silent, almost staring through me as though he’s deep in thought. “Mother has killed a lot of people—I think that sometimes people do bad things for good reasons.”

It is my turn to stare in silence—are all children so wise? Or is it only because he’s her child? I shake my head with a laugh. “That may be so, but my case is a bit more complicated than that.”

“How so?”

I pat his jet black hair as the carriage comes to a stop. “Perhaps your mother will tell you when you’re older.”

He looks thoroughly offended by the indignation, and I can’t help the corners of my mouth turning up with amusement as I help him down from the carriage step. Though I’d offended him, he remains firmly attached to my sleeve as we walk into the inn, no doubt still terrified from his ordeal.

In the warmth of the inn however, some of the fear seems to leave him, and he stands as tall as he can—it’s almost comical watching him try to appear princely when he’s covered in filth. Though, I can’t fault him; the boy knows little of life beyond the palace outside of his history books. His grip on my sleeve tightens as the buxom young bar wench approaches us. “You and your Pa look hungry.” She crouches down to his level with a smile, and I realize that she’s got no idea who I am—moreover, who he is.

“He’s not my father,” the boy corrects her.

“His mother is an old friend,” I interject before he can say anything more; the last thing I need for my image is for all the backwater yokels to think I’ve made Heroism a habit.

Worse than that, neither I nor her majesty would welcome the talk that could come of it.

Soon enough, we’re seated with two bowls of hot stew, and even I’ll admit that the aroma is tantalizing—as far as peasant food goes.

“Why did you tell that woman that you’re friends with my mother?”

“It’s best not to let anyone know exactly who we are until we’re back in Bowerstone,” I explain, taking a sip of the in-house mulled wine. “And besides, it’s the truth.”

His brow furrows as he takes a thick swallow of stew. “I’ve never seen you together.”

“Ah.” I dab my mouth with what passes—poorly—for linen. “The truth is, I don’t particularly care for children.” He looks almost offended by my confession, and I can’t help but laugh. “Before you were born, she and I had our share of adventure.”

“Really?”

I nod, savoring the flavors of the delicious meal. “In fact, I had the honor to assist her in putting a stop to old Lucien’s plans.”

“So you really are a Hero?” He practically trembles with excitement, regarding me with something other than suspicion for the first time.

“In the flesh,” I grin. “Though it’s not all it's cracked up to be.”

He shakes his head, his eyes filled with the same awe his mother’s once held before the weight of this world had molded her into the vicious creature she is today. “I don’t care what my father says about you, you’re a Hero.”

“Not all Heroes are good people.”

“Well, you saved my life.”

“Fair enough,” I laugh, shaking my head. “Eat your dinner, we should be on our way as soon as possible; it was odd to see your mother so worried.”

He asks me a great deal of questions as we finish our meal—which I only partially answer—keenly aware that many of my tales are anything but appropriate for young ears. He’s slurping up the last bit of his broth when the wench approaches us, a cheery smile on her cornfed face.

“You know, The Hero Queen herself fixed up that recipe,” she shares, much to the boy’s surprise. “She worked here for a while—before she saved the world, of course.”

“Fascinating, Love,” I grace her with a smile, clasping a purse of gold into her hands. “We thank you for the wonderful meal, but alas, it’s getting late, and the boy’s mother will be missing him dearly about now.”

“Of course, sir.” Her eyes are wide with shock, taken aback by the weight of the coins in her hand. “You boys travel safe.”

I shoot her a wink, leading the boy back toward the door as he stifles a yawn.

I myself feel weary, and I am eager to return to the castle.

Mercifully, we have a very quiet ride back—the boy having fallen asleep almost immediately after we’d set off. I can’t blame him; he’s clearly been through a lot this past couple of days. I won’t pretend that I’m not glad to not have to answer more of his questions—I do not look forward to the questioning his mother will surely give me upon our return.

He doesn’t awaken when our carriage finally arrives at the castle, but that’s just as well. I’d prefer to have as few witnesses as possible when I return him to his mother.

I hoist him into my arms, and I note that he feels considerably heavier now that he’s asleep than when I’d rescued him from the ruffians—of course, though I’m loathe to admit it, I may have experienced an adrenaline rush back then—I am blessed with no such energy now, and I am filled with dread at the emotional reunion that is sure to follow.

Not only of The Queen and her son, but Sparrow and I.

We had been inseparable before her pregnancy—partners in crime—I had become too comfortable; her child had reminded me of that. While I remained at the castle, whatever friendship we had built seemed to dissolve—it was just as well—I certainly had no desire to watch the boy grow old and eventually die, but it’s different now.

Knowing now that I am about to speak to her again—just us and this child—fills me with all the dread of a mortal man. I feel so young and yet so ancient at the same time.

It’s almost a surprise when my secret entrance to her chambers is still accessible, and I wonder if perhaps I had only imagined the mutual nature of our separation.

When I lay eyes on her, laying on her side with her back to me in the softness of her bed, all memories of tangled limbs and our boundless pillow talk fill my mind like smoke in a house fire, the memory of her moans and her touch billowing around the deepest parts of me. My heart constricts in my chest.

I know she’s awake. Had she been asleep, she’d have whipped awake straight away at the slightest sound of my entry, ready to fight—a habit, she’d told me once, developed during her youth in Bowerstone’s Old Town. Compared to me, she is so young, and yet she’s known suffering fit for several lifetimes.

“You’ve picked an awfully inappropriate time to return to me, Reaver.” The rasp in her voice tells me she’s been crying—few people today have witnessed such a sight, and I am struck with the understanding that were anyone else in my position now, they would likely be dead.

“You’re as lovely as ever, your majesty.” I take great care to remove any sincerity from the reverence in my tone; I’ll compliment her all I like, but I won’t have her believing a word of it. Her ego couldn’t take it. “But I’m afraid we’ll have to push off a proper reunion to some other day.”

I hadn’t ever intended to return to her bed. I thought it best to avoid her—at the very least for a century or two—but it’s too late for that now.

“Then what the Hell are you doing here?”

“See for yourself.”

With a huff of complete and utter despondency, she finally makes the effort to roll her body toward me. When her eyes lock on the child in my arms, however, it’s as though new life has been poured into her.

“You brought him back.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, shaking as she scrambles over to us, pressing her lips to his hair.

“Of course I did,” I grin, doing my best to seem as cocky as ever, lest she glean a kernel of truth from my mock sentimentality. “I wasn’t about to sit by and allow such insects to profit from traumatizing our son.”

Her body tenses, and I know that I’ve pushed my boundaries just a bit too far—that’s always been what I do best. “Our son?” She turns her venomous gaze upon me, her crimson eyes narrowed with suspicion. “How much did you tell him?”

“Relax,” I laugh, though it does nothing to soothe her, quite the opposite in fact. “I regaled him with the less salacious of our adventures—it wounds me to think you could possibly believe I’d entrust a five year old child with all our sordid little secrets.”

Finally, she softens, and the exhaustion seems to flood into her just as it had me now that she knows our boy is safe.

She settles into the bed, beckoning me to lay him down beside her.

“You can leave now,” her voice is soft—softer than I ever remember it being, and it strikes me to my core. “I know you don’t want to get attached to him.”

“How considerate of you.” My voice carries more weight than I’d like, and I can tell by the flicker in her eyes that it was not lost on her. “If it’s all the same, I think I’d like to stay—at least for a little while.”

“You care about him.” It’s spoken like an accusation, and it flays me to my soul, laid bare before her gaze.

“Of course.” There was never much use in lying to her. “I’m not entirely heartless.”

“You’ll have to be gone before he wakes up; I don’t want to confuse him.”

“Of course,” I nod, and I settle into the soft bedding beside her.

“He truly does look like you.”

“I know.��

[unolvrs]

Buddist anon here again (god I should really create a tumblr to talk to you). I think I know why our perspective of the jedi differ. Sorry, I should have made clear to you that only consider the Prequels (PT), Original Trilogy (OT), and the The Clone Wars (TCW) canon and I base most of my opinions from there bc George Lucus worked on those things and Lucas doesn't view anything out of those things canon. For the rest (Legends, EU, games, etx), I pick and choose what I take as canon. If it doesn't align with what I think Lucas's ideas and themes are like the entire idea of gray jedi, i ignore it. Some things that I like and consider canon that's not apart of Lucas's canon is "Obi-wan & Anakin", "Dooku:lost Jedi", "Shatterpoint", the Revenge of the Sith novelization, and "Scum and Villainy". I really liked the "Star Wars Propaganda: A history of Persuasive Art in the Galaxy" book and thought it was really interesting.

So when you say that the galaxy can't be held accountable for standing up for themselves because their the victims and the government is corrupt enough that it wouldn't matter. But how do you think their government ended up that way? It's because the public gradually stopped holding their government accountable and stopped paying attention to politics (you kinda see this in the US). Of course this doesn't apply to governments who were corrupt from the get go. In the PT and TCW, the jedi do help where they can help. But they can't be everywhere at once. I don't know anywhere in the PT and TCW, where the jedi refuse to help when they can help.

The galaxy views the jedi as miracle workers because most ppl have never seen a jedi (remember they're a tiny minority in galaxy full of billions of people) so exagerated rumors spread about everything a jedi can do NOT because the jedi themselves believe that.

For the children thing, based on my understanding from the PT and TCW, the kids aren't taken from their parents, the kids are adopted by the jedi. For most cases, the jedi are given the kids by their parents. In TCW, the Disappeared episodes show the Jedi respecting the wishes of and stopped going to the planet of Bardottans who were unwilling to give their kids to them and accused them of being kidnappers (they found out later that the anti-Jedi attitudes was influenced by rumors spread by the Frangawl Cult, who didnt want the Jedi to discover their plans). In The Children Of The Force episode (esentially Cad Bane steals force sensative babies/infants), Wee Dunn (the Rodian infant) was left with his bio mom despite being intended to be a Jedi. His mom specially said "Master Ropal said that they would come for him to go to the temple but nor for some time." to Cad Bane when he pretended to be a Jedi to steal her kid. If the Jedi just took force sensitive kids, Cad Bane wouldn't have to trick her into giving her kid up. Roo-Roo Page (the Gungan child Bane attempts to steal) is left with her bio mother, there's no indication that she's going to be a Jedi, only that she was on the Force-senssative list. The Jedi don't seem to feel a need to have every single Force-sensative child become a child, considering:

a) they first thought that it was safer to leave Anakin untrained

b) left the Bardottans, Nightsisters, etc alone

c) let ppl leave if they want and still speak highly of them (in Attack of The Clones, the Jedi are reluctant to even entertain the idea that Dooku tried to assassinate Padme).

The Jedi ADOPT kids they don't kidnap them. And from what I can see from the PT and TCW, the Jedi Order are preety respectful about other people's culture and that Jedi from different cultures are allowed and encouraged to celebrate and practice and learn about their birth culture. Are there parents who were pressured to give their kids up? Probably but its probably a miniscule ammount and isnt mensioned in the OT, PT, or TCW. Tbh I don't know why there is a cut-off for kids, I have to think about this more.

I do agree with you that people with power should be held accountable. But why should the Jedi be held more accountable then the corrupt government that rarely ever listens to them? A few notable examples:

- Obi-wan tries for diplomacy bw the Talz and the Pantoran, but is told it's an internal Pantoran matter (TCW, "Trespass")

- Mace tries to prevent further testing done on the Zilo beast and set the Zilo beast free in an uninhabited planet but Palpatine overruled him on Malastare. Later on Coruscant, Mace tries warning Palpatine that bringing the Zilo beast here was a mistake, but Palpatine ignores him (TCW, "The Zilo Beast")

- Mace says that they don't want to send Anakin to Tatooine to make a treaty with the Hutts, but Palpatine does anyway (Star Wars: The Clone Wars movie)

- Mace attempts to stop Palpatine from interfering with Anakin but Palpatine pulls rank and shuts him down:

"Thank you Chancellor, but I'm sure Obi-wan has it well in hand."

"Why, young Skywalker is a Jedi, is he not? The Jedi are under the Senate's jurisdiction. And as i the Chancellor of the Senate..." (Obi-Wan &Anakin)

-Dooku as a Jedi advocates for Serenno in the Senate is practically told to fuck off: "With all due respect, our honorable friend oversteps the mark. The Jedi Council claims to be a servant of the republic, and yet here they are ateenpting to influence senatorial policy. Master Dooku has no buisness petitioning the Senate on such matters." (Dooku: Lost Jedi)

- Mace tries to get Boba's sentence reduced, but is ignored: "A recommendation from Gerneral Windu suggested leniency and rehabilitation as opposed to corporal punishment, a request that ultimately fell on deaf ears in the Judiciary, who cited zero tolerance to attacks against military assets in this time of war." [Scum and Villainy]

Obviously the Jedi weren't perfect because they're people and people are never flawless but they do try to use what little political sway they do have to help better things, but they just get shut down time and time again. They work within the system because they still belive that the Republic can become better.

Now, I'm sorry but I'm going to ask something completely off topic. Do you like thriller psychological crime kdramas? If you do I have a rec for you.

ooh, i treat most games as canon because swtor is amazing, let me tell you that. i can't stop talking about it tbh.

and if i made it seem that "the government is corrupt enough that it wouldn't matter" because that's definitely not what i meant. what i meant with my whole rant is that yes, while the government should be held accountable, the jedi should also be held accountable. it's not entirely the fault of the jedi but they should also share that fault. and you can't really blame the victims for it because that would end up as victim blaming.

victims don't normally know they're victims and have to rely on higher power for them to realize that they really are victims. hypothetically speaking, while some may acknowledge and know that the government should be held accountable, what are they going to do about that without resources? my point with telling victims that they're kind of at fault for not standing up for themselves, is just that you can't expect them to do that. because that's what they are: victims. it may be because of education and the influence of their government as to why they don't know they are victims, which goes back to the government being at fault too, and there are many factors involved but you don't blame the victims. i understand that maybe, that's not what you're trying to say, but i want to clear that up. they should never be held accountable for failing to stand up for themselves because they're the victims.

as for the jedi, i'm sorry if it seemed that i was throwing all the blame at them but what i was trying to say is that they should be held accountable too. they are, at the end of the day, in a privileged position with magical jedi powers, an organization that's been out and about for a lot of years.

i'm also not saying that they should be held more accountable than the people who are literally doing the bad things themselves but they should be held more accountable than they should be. jedis have been around for, like we all know, more than enough years, and there are many times when they sat around and did nothing (though this is in reference to kotor which isn't considered as canon by most people, like you said). so you can ignore this part, but privileged people can always do more. they can always try harder.

and as for the kids...

i get that the jedis don't kidnap them. i hope i didn't allude to that accusation but there's just something inherently wrong with jedis taking kids from their parents, whether it looks like adoption or not. i don't think anyone can justify this to me. i understand it's for the children's safety, and for the "no attachment" rule, but it just bothers me a lot. i feel uncomfortable just thinking about it. that's probably the 'i grew up in an asian household and had a complicated childhood so i'm 100% more sensitive towards the topic of children' in me. but while i understand that, imo, it can't be justified for me.

no one can really convince me to stop being uncomfortable at the idea of jedi taking children, adoption or not. so that's it for me :") and you should definitely make a tumblr! i'd love to talk about this more with you ^

as for the psychological thriller, yup! i love psychological thrillers. i'm not very fond of kdramas since i find them really long and repetitive, and i'm not the type to watch them tbh... but i'd love recommendations regardless :D

[secret-engima]

Snippet of Science Bby verse

(oh look my hand slipped and out came the beginning of a one-shot for this verse. And I WILL do one that starts with Ozpin learning that bby Oscar exists but the feels of this idea for some reason grabbed me and ran away with me first so enjoy.)

...

     The sound of soft, miserable crying caught his attention and he paused. There was a child, crouched down near the wall of a storefront, scrubbing at his eyes with gloved hands and hiccuping for an “Auntie Em”. A child that got separated from his aunt then. Surprisingly quiet for a child of that age, Hazel had heard more than a few children start screaming their lungs out for less. A few other people were glancing at the child, but no one was stopping to help, and anger burned low in his stomach again before he snuffed it out. Not his problem. He had a mission to complete, and even if there was no real time-constraint ��working for an immortal who had only a loose concept of time meant he never had to rush at least—, he didn’t really have time to hang out and help someone’s lost brat.

     Hazel turned away from the sight and resumed his journey to the bar where one of the informants was said to frequent. If he was lucky, the man would have more current information on the location of Hazel’s task. He’d made it four steps when the crying spiked into a shout and a desperate, whining, “No! Lemme go! I want Auntie Em! Lemme go!” A thump and an adult grunt of pain from that direction and Hazel was turning around and striding in the direction of the child with a red roar building in his ears. There was a man trying to pick up the boy, and while the man wasn’t dressed obviously like a criminal, it was easy for Hazel to pick out the signs of a child trafficker —an unfortunately, disgustedly common breed of criminal in Anima—. The man was dragging the child off down the nearest alley, hand over the child’s mouth to keep him from shouting, and Hazel didn’t bother to wonder why no one was stopping him. The “decent” folk hadn’t noticed and the rest didn’t care enough about a stranger’s child to intervene and risk getting hurt.

     A curse from the man and a yelp of the child and Hazel’s stride lengthened without his conscious consent. He rounded the corner at something just below a run and slammed his fist into the man’s head without bothering to restrain his strength. The child dropped to the ground with a yip of surprise and the man —the body— tumbled bonelessly through the air until it landed in an open dumpster. Hazel finished his lope just past the child and slammed the lid down over the dumpster before the boy had a chance to see the caved-in skull of his once-kidnapper. No child needed to see death at that age, not even the death of scum.

     He turned around and crouched down to get a look at the boy. He didn’t seem to have been seriously hurt, but there were the makings of finger-shaped bruises on one arm and a mark on his cheek and-. Blood. On the boy’s face. Hazel reached out his hands slowly, trying to scare the child as little as possible —he was already scared, and Hazel was very large and had just punched someone hard enough to send them flying, he knew he made for a terrifying figure—, “Let me see,” he murmured, “did he cut your face-?”

     The boy flinched back, scrambling back on the dirty stone with wide eyes and bared teeth and Hazel saw unusually long, sharp fangs stained with blood. Faunus child. That explained a few things. The teeth must have been the boy’s trait, and he’d used it to bite the man stealing him. Good instincts. Hazel lowered his hands and tried to hunch his shoulders, “Easy there, boy. I’m not going to hurt you.” The child stopped scrambling backward and instead curled up there in the alley, knees tucked against his chest like a frightened kitten about to be picked up by his scruff. Maybe he was a kitten, he’d never paid too much attention to the wide range of traits Faunus could inherit from their animal side, but sharp teeth sounded like a plausible one for a feline Faunus of some kind.

     …Brothers below, the boy was tiny. He couldn’t have been more than six if Hazel was estimating correctly. It made something in his gut twist unhappily, and he sighed as he reached out a hand again, slow and open, “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you. Did you lose your Aunt nearby?”

     This time, the little Faunus boy let Hazel’s hand approach, watching him with wide green-gold eyes that seemed to stare right through him almost as thoroughly as Salem’s did when she was searching for failure, but … far more innocently and with far more fear than Salem had probably ever possessed a day in her immortal life. The boy must have seen something he liked, or he was just desperate, because he slowly uncurled and inched closer until he was able to put his tiny gloved hand in Hazel’s, “I dunno. The crowd was loud an’ I lost m’ grip an’ then there were people everywhere an-,” the boy sniffled softly and shivered, and Hazel resigned himself to spending a few hours trying to locate the child’s aunt rather than his informant.

[itzagothamcitysiren]

Welcome to the Family

So here’s the newest installment in my batman series :) I’m super excited for this one, especially with the response from my last two stories. I’m so used to using sites where the community is dead lol. This is very refreshing and motivating. I already have four out of the seven chapters written out! 

There's a Web That You Have Wove pt. 1

The one good thing Halley Wilson could say she’d taken away from her father was the ability to function on a minimal amount of sleep, a skill she’d never really had to put in action up until recently. The months flew by as she grew accustomed to her new life in Gotham City and she soon found her body adapted to the schedule she found herself repeating day in and day out that would be overwhelming to any other regular civilian.

           She couldn’t believe it’s already been nearly six months since she took up Bruce Wayne’s offer to become his newest crime fighting protégé. The time flew by as she spent night after night pounding her fists into the scum of Gotham’s underbelly. Although she wasn’t nearly as popular as Batman, or even Robin, she’d already started making a name for herself. People started whispering her name, criminal’s starting to turn the other way if they saw her jumping from building to building.

           It took some training to learn how to fight less lethally, learning that it was okay to pull back some punches here and there. It was tough for her at first, her first instinct always having been to take down her target as quickly and efficiently as possible. But she knew she if she wanted to work for Batman she had to adhere to his rules.  Justice, not vengeance, he always said.

           She grumbled, staring down at her textbook as she remember him repeating the phase last night on patrol. He hadn’t directed it to her, rather his other sidekick, Robin. Halley remembered the agitation Jason felt as Bruce laid it out for him once again as they reached the Batcave after another vexing night. Their weeks’ worth of tailing a smuggler had been thrown out the window and even Halley could help but feel some short of way towards Jason for screwing it up. She did believe though that Bruce went a little bit too far when he decided to bench Jason for the rest of the week.

           They had followed their guy to an abandoned apartment building, and after a few painstakingly boring hours of recon for the two teens, who’d been itching for a little action, Batman decided it was time for them to make their move.  They leapt to the opposing building, sneaking in from above and quickly and silently began clearing out the complex.  

           There were a couple dozen of guys and what appeared to be hostages, confirming that Batman’s hunch was correct; this was one of the safe houses for who people in Gotham merely called Stan the Pimp. His name made it pretty obvious as to what his career choice was and normally Batman wouldn’t interfere, leaving minor (minor to Gotham’s standards) for the cops to deal with. But when he caught wind of Stan taking his trade further, dabbling in adding children to his line up, Bruce knew the Batman was needed.

           Jason showed a particular fire during their little raid, jumping ahead of Batman and Nightshade once they came across the room filled with the missing kids. Nightshade tried going after him but Batman ordered her to stay with the children until the police came, Alfred already sending out a signal for Jim Gordon of their location.  Nightshade held the room, immobilizing anyone who tried to enter the room with her poisoned darts. They were non-lethal of course, but naturalizing agents she and Bruce cooked up, her wanting to start incorporating her name with her whole gimmick.  If Batman could put the word bat in front of everything he owned, she could have a couple of poison darts here and there.

           It wasn’t until the ride home in the batmobile did she realize something was wrong between the two. Batman was usually stern and quiet after a long and successful night, but there was something off about him. Especially the look he gave Jason when he took a seat in the front next to him. When they arrived back home it was than when her feeling was proven correct.  She thought she’d be the one struggling to take it easy on the criminals of Gotham, knowing how kill a person in at least a hundred different ways,  but she’d yet to have an incident of going overboard.

           She had learned however that Jason was an entirely different story. He had no limits, Bruce’s lessons still not drilled into his head somehow. He pushed Bruce’s buttons as hard as he could, always seeing how far he could go in a fight. He hadn’t come close to killing someone yet but whereas Bruce fought to solely subdue, Jason fought to send each criminal he punched to the hospital. Which was were their guy ended up last night.

           “”You shattered his collar bone!” Bruce had shouted as they began to settle into the Batcave.

           Jason scoffed, rolling his eyes as he ripped his domino mask off. He saved those kids lives that night, he didn’t care if their captor was now knocked out in a prison hospital bed. “He’s a child trafficking-pimp. I didn’t think I had to prop up some pillows before taking him out. He was going to shoot me.”

           Halley watched the pair, Bruce moving to almost get in his face. Halley looked at her feet, giving them a moment as she excused herself to get changed out of her costume. As she walked to the changing area the Batcave had, she overheard Bruce’s strict voice, “We needed him. Not all the kids were accounted for! He would’ve talked, but you put him into shock.”

           Halley played back the conversation, completely not focusing on the words coming out of her teacher’s mouth. She’d remembered Jason’s discouraged face he wore all morning and couldn’t help but feel bad. As Alfred tried talking to Bruce about last night’s disaster, Halley had tried talking to Jason as they walked the halls into their first class but he just shrugged her off and said he was fine. She hadn’t seen him since, hoping that he hadn’t skipped and get himself into more trouble with Bruce.

           Slamming her textbook close as she heard the bell ring, she began shoving it into her backpack. She was starving and wanted to get to the cafeteria as soon as possible to try and beat the lines. Her pathway out of the room was blocked immediately though and she groaned, looking up to glare at who prevented her from exiting the classroom. Inwardly groaning again and mentally rolling her eyes, she tried plastering a fake smile on her face, but she was too tired to try that hard.

           In front of her stood Sam Bennet, the girl she had shadowed when she first started at Gotham Academy. The black haired girl smiled at her widely, holding her phone up for Halley to see. The vigilante looked at the screen, unsure what she was looking at. It was some Facebook event page. Sam proceeded to excitedly point to the screen, opening her mouth to talk, “I tried inviting you to this but I couldn’t because we aren’t Facebook friends.”

           Halley bite the inside of her cheek as the girl spoke. She tried walking again, and the girl followed. Ever since she saw Dick dropping off and picking up her and Jason from school a few weeks back, Sam had been practically begging without verbally asking to become friends with Halley. She’d tried with Jason but Jason wasn’t as polite as Halley, and kindly told her to fuck off. The crush she had on Dick was unbearable now, and even someone as polite as Halley had noted her patience was running short with all the pestering.

           “I don’t have a Facebook.” Halley muttered, hoping that the girl would finally get the hint. Alas, she pressed on, not skipping a step and keeping up with the brunette.

           “What? How do you survive?” Sam gasped appalled. She waved her off after she was done gaping. “Regardless, I wanted to invite you to the party I’m throwing this weekend. My parents are going on a skiing trip and I’ll have the whole house to myself so you know, party!” She laughed obnoxiously, already taping away at her phone again.  “I’ll text you the address, you can head over around seven!”

           Halley rolled her eyes, as the girl looked at her phone. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, angry that the girl had managed to get her phone number. They’d been paired up for a presentation in their English class last mouth and they had to exchange numbers in order to keep up to date on their progress with the project. She nodded, having no intent on going but didn’t want to give the girl anymore reason to carry on this conversation. Halley sneered at the back of Sam’s head as she walked away, throwing a wave back at her.

           Turning down the hall, getting closer to the cafeteria, she nearly screamed when she was pulled backwards and into a classroom. Jerking her arm away as the door closed, her eyes looked enraged as she looked up to face her kidnapper. Her gaze turned into a glare as she saw Jason standing in front of the door, closing it and locking it.

           “What the hell, Todd.” She growled along with her stomach; she just wanted food.

           Jason smirked at how miffed she was and crossed his arms against his chest, with a roll of his eyes. Taking a step back he reached for his backpack he left on the empty teacher’s desk. Unzipping it without a word he pulled out two brown bags, the familiar logo softening Halley’s face while bringing a smug smile to Jason’s.

           “Caroline’s?” She gasped, taking the bag he outreached for her. Opening it she found herself a burger and order of onion rings from what had become her favorite diner in Gotham City. Dick often brought her and Jason there whenever he was in town. Popping an onion ring in her mouth she nearly moaned at the greasy treat before narrowing her eyes back at Jason. “Don’t tell me you skipped to go get this?”

           Jason merely reached into his own bag and pulled out his own meal, leaning against the desk with a shrug. Halley gave him a disappointed look before letting her backpack fall to the floor. She watch him as he took a giant bite out of his burger, signally that they were apparently eating in the abandoned classroom. He was probably hiding from the principal and didn’t want to get caught with the food. Letting out a sigh, she moved to take a seat at one of the desks, too hungry to argue with him about it.

           They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, stuffing their faces with the unhealthy foods, trying not to think of the look of disappointment Alfred would be giving them if he saw what they were eating. It wasn’t until she was halfway done with her burger did she look up at Jason again. He sat on top of the desk, clearly still upset about last night as he barely ate his food. She gulped down the last few bites that were in her mouth and lowered the burger.

           “Are you okay?” She sighed, breaking the silence.

           Jason nodded, even though they both knew he was lying. He was still extremely hurt by Bruce benching him yet again. It was like Bruce was regretting letting him be Robin at this point by the amounts of times he took him off the field. How did he expect Jason to learn anything and get better if he was constantly stuck in his room and not out by his side like Robin should be?

           It wasn’t even just that. Jason genuinely believed he wasn’t doing anything wrong. These were criminals they were dealing with. Murders, rapists-, psychopaths. Why should they go easy on them? They didn’t deserve to be let off easy, especially the low-lives they dealt with last night. They were dealing innocent kids and they were lucky that only one of them got off with a shattered collar bone.

           “They were scum.” Jason hissed, putting the burger in his bag, not hungry anymore as he thought back to the terrified faces of those kids.

           “I agree with you.” Halley nodded, doing the same. She pushed the bag out of her way, letting her arms rest on the desk. “They deserve a lot more than what they got.” She agreed, but once she saw Jason’s eyes already getting fired up she trailed back a bit. “But, Bruce is right. We’re no better than them if we start killing every person we fight. Take it from me, I know what it’s like to kill someone, it’s not the greatest feeling in the world.”

           Jason bit his lip, trying to think before he spoke with her. He’d been surprised with how much they actually got along since she came back from to the manor. Once she got comfortable and opened up more, Jason couldn’t help but look up to the girl and respect her. She was amazing on the field. Batman was still Batman, but he’d never seen someone fight quite like she did. Her movements were swift, almost fluid, seeing as she didn’t have a lot of muscle mass compared to someone like himself or Bruce, or even Dick; she had to think of other ways to take down stronger advisories. It was like time almost slowed down with how fast she could knock someone off their feet as she could hyper-analyze their movements and match them in a split second. She knew just how to take someone down with one look, and always knew how to react when the situation was growing sour.

           But even with all of that he couldn’t help but feel some sort of animosity towards her. She clearly out shined him when it came to a lot of things. Batman never had to chastise her for not following orders or for going out of line. Once Bruce taught her his ways, she was the star student, which only pointed out Jason’s flaws more and more with each patrol. He couldn’t help but think she’d make a better Robin than he ever could and that thought hurt. Being Robin was all he had and now he just had to sit back and watch as Bruce turned to her over him more and more. Jason knew it wasn’t the girl’s fault but he was who he was, and being bitter about it was a natural given.

           “I’m not talking about killing anyone, I’m talking about why the fuck am I going to go easy on someone who sells kids like they’re sex dolls?” Jason spat, flaring his arms out. He tensed, seeing Halley cringe at his bluntness, her face looking flustered. He let out a long breathe, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry, it just really ticks me off, you know? This city is a shit show and I just don’t see us truly helping.” He paused, looking at her softly. She nodded, pushing him to keep going. Letting out another sigh, he did. “It’s just a constant cycle, we catch the bad guys, they get put away; then they either make bail or get busted out and then it just repeats, over and over-, what good are we really doing?”

           Halley frowned, agreeing with him completely but still felt conflicted. She also agreed with Bruce; they weren’t killers and who would they be if they started to be? They were supposed to be better than them, they were supposed to give Gotham something good to believe in. But Jason was right, their system was flawed. She noticed that within her first few nights patrolling the streets as a string of murders haunted the East End. They caught him of course but he only lasted a few weeks in Arkham before escaping. Their culprit had been Victor Zsasz, and his methods of killing had been a little more horrifying than Halley would care to admit. In her many years of being paid to kill people she’d never seen anything quite like the mess they walked in.

           Frowning deeper, seeing Jason now staring out the window blankly, she made a decision. She’d talk to Bruce tonight about her concerns and she’d stick up for Jason’s actions last night; it’s not like anyone else did.

[whimsicalsesquipedalian]

Modern-day witch.

In Salem there were witches. Or there were women who old, bitter men said were witches. We all know they weren’t witches. Not really. Witches aren’t real. Well, at least not the kind the fairy tales tell you about. But there was something. Something about those women. Something that said “I don’t fit”, “I’m different”, something that said: “my deviancy is worth killing me over.”

Gretel didn’t believe in witches. ‘Patriarchal bullshit designed to police womens’ behaviour’, is what she told her father as they watched a Netflix special on the trials, ‘just another way the male agenda enacts violence on womens’ bodies and identities.’ Her father remains silent, probably wanting to avoid an accusation of complacency or even compliance with the patriarchal machine. Her brother isn’t in the room. Her “mother” is away on a business trip. She misses these times when it’s just them, her and her father. No annoying younger brother with his neanderthal behaviours. No bitch in heels and lipstick pretending to be her mother. Just them. Sometimes, she thinks, this is the only part of my life that isn’t just bullshit. ‘I think I would have been killed for being a witch,’ she says, long after the television has gone silent. Her father simply hums. ‘The men back then would have been way too intimidated by a woman like me.’ Her father stares, taking in his daughter. She narrows her eyes, turns down her lips, rolls back her shoulders and puffs out her chest. A less than convincing picture of the “deviant woman” when the canvas is a nineteen-year-old girl who’s never left her hometown. Her father nods, ‘I suppose you would.’

Six months later Gretel sits alone in the dark on a street corner in a city all too large and all too loud, and a perfect fucking example of why the capitalist regime should be torn down by a new and glorious revolution. The marxist group at the local community college ran a seminar on the dangers of capitalism last week. It’s the first time since she arrived here that something in this city hasn’t felt like complete bullshit. ‘We at the Marxist Alternative don’t cater to the capitalist pigs draining you of all individuality or expression,’ she was too caught up in the moment to notice the inherent irony in the statement, ‘the wealthy conservative scum are the true bane of our society. Eat the rich and destroy their legacies.’ She nodded along, caught in the fervour, already seeing a face in her mind.

She had left home. That bitch in heels and lipstick ran her out. She doesn’t need a trail of breadcrumbs to return; she knows the way. That doesn’t mean she will. Not when it’s all bullshit. Not when no-one understands her. Not when the father that should have loved her more than anything chose the bitch in heels and lipstick over her. Over her plain face, her bad hair, her short, uneven nails. Why couldn’t he see that she was the only authentic thing in the white-picket life he had built for himself? It’s cold on the street corner. The owners returned to the place she was squatting in. Policemen, cold blue light, and a station that smelled of piss, all because she had decided to take something back from the Wall Street bastards who took something from her first. A court date on Monday feels like a fucking hatecrime, she thinks. All cops are bastards, or whatever the saying is.

‘Can I help you, baby?’

The woman stands there, under the streetlamp, looking down at Gretel. The wild afro around her head glows like a halo, and frames a dark-skinned face with eyes the colour of coal. Tension runs down Gretel’s spine. Immediately replaced by shame crawling in her gut at her initial reaction. Immediately replaced by the projection of a false sense of comfort so as to appear that she is not one of the racist dicks Twitter seems so keen on calling out lately. ‘I need somewhere to sleep, do you know if there are any shelters nearby?’ She keeps her voice light and her expression blank. It’s only polite, she figures. ‘No baby, no shelters around here.’ The woman looks sorry, looks sympathetic, looks almost pitiful. ‘You got any friends or family? I can call you a cab.’ Gretel shakes her head. There is something authentic about the street corner she has found herself on. Something the bitch in heels and lipstick could never understand. She wasn’t going to compromise that by going home now. ‘I don’t normally do this, but I’ve got a spare mattress. You can come home with me, if you need to.’ The woman looks kind and the night looks dark. It’s still cold. Gretel follows her. I would have followed home a white woman, she thinks.

‘Come in, make yourself at home.’

Dirty floors, mould on the walls, and a dampness in the air that seems to draw the light and warmth right out of the room.

‘I know it’s not much, but I hope it’s alright for tonight.’

Low ceiling, concrete walls, bars on the only window and a stain on the floor that could easily be blood.

‘I’ll heat some food up for you. Skinny white girl like you, you could use a proper meal.’

No light comes on in the fridge. The food looks more than a few days old. The woman’s hands move over the container and suddenly it’s not so certain what Gretel is being served.

‘Put your stuff anywhere, baby. It doesn’t bother me.’

Piles of clutter and mess. Bags of clothes that are far too small for the woman at the kitchen bench. Backpacks and shoes that look as though they once belonged to young children. Another stain on the floor. The smell of rot.

‘Mattress is behind that curtain. Not much privacy in a one room.’

The room is too small. A bed in one corner, a kitchen in another. No bathroom she can see, and a table worn with use. A shower curtain draws over one corner. A mattress that would look at home in a dumpster lies behind it. More stains, more stink. The curtain rustles.

‘Don’t mind the smell. Landlord found rats in the building. Exterminator came, but I think some got stuck in the walls. Hard to have an appetite when the place smells like death.’

The smell hits her harder now. Not just rot, but rotting flesh. An almost sickly sweetness to it, like pus or dead flowers. It fills her nostrils and makes her head spin. The floor is still stained brown.

‘You don’t mind if I lock the door do you? We get some interesting folks in this neighbourhood. I’d rather be safe.’

The lock clicks behind her. The room is suddenly stifling. The food sits on the table, but it smells like everything else in this place. Death in every bite. Her stomach turns.

‘So you haven’t got anyone then, baby? No-one waiting for you to come home? Young girl like you, you shouldn’t be all by yourself. Not in these parts.’

The words send shivers down her spine. The questions a red flag warning her to hold her secrets close. The door is still locked. The food is still warm. The air is still acrid. The woman is still staring. ‘I shouldn’t be here,’ she stutters. ‘I’ll just find a shelter,’ the words hang empty in the stale air. ‘It’s really not worth causing you all this trouble...’ The excuses fly past her lips as she edges towards the door. Her phone is in one hand and her bag in the other. There’s a baseball bat by the door, she realises. ‘Are you sure, baby? I really don’t mind.’ The woman takes a step forward and Gretel runs.

‘Hello. Yes, police. I’d like to report an attempted abduction. I got away but it looks like the woman has done this before. Yeah. Blood on the floor. Clothes in bags. Shoes for like 10 different kids. The whole place smelt like there was something dead there. Yeah, I have the address. Please, she just grabbed me off the street. Wanted to know if anyone would come looking for me. I think she tried to drug me. Everything happened so fast...’

It is on the news two weeks later. A black woman in her early forties, shot by police officers when they entered her home on belief of suspicious activity. No one is sure if they had a warrant. No one was wearing body cameras. Apparently she was aggressive. Pulled a weapon. The officer in question had no choice. Six shots for one woman. At five foot two and 160 pounds it must have been some weapon she was carrying. Gretel watches it all play out from the couch of the friend she’s crashing with, counting down the minutes before she has to go start her court mandated community service. 30 hours. It speaks to how broken the fucking justice system is, she thinks.

Twitter and a multitude of news channels host a trial for the woman, post-mortem. Alternating constantly between prosecution and defense; the masses providing a widespread jury incapable of forming consensus. The prosecution opens: ‘The woman was a suspected kidnapper, possibly a child molester. There had been evidence to suggest she was at least a drug user. Weed under a mattress. You know the type.’ The defense rebuts: ‘The woman volunteered for her church’s thrift store, the clothes and shoes were donations that needed to be sorted. She suffered from a chronic condition, the drugs were prescribed to help her manage the pain. The supposed weapon the police keep talking about was a baseball bat she reached for when the door was broken down. She thought it was a home invasion.’ The masses lay their verdict; a hung jury. ‘Blue lives matter.’ ‘Justice for Lucretia Jones.’ ‘He was just doing his job.’ ‘Defund the police.’ The trial is complete and the sentence is hollow. No matter which way the decision falls the witch already lays dead. Burned before trial. Killed without mercy. The cycle continues, it is just the victims that change. Gretel turns off the news and keeps on living. ‘I’m a modern day witch,’ she says, as she drops more tinder onto the pyre.

[kurainburdened]

I’m realizing a lot of people followed me without playing AA, something I hadn’t considered when I first started this blog so heres some info for those who want to read up on Maya Fey.

But I also compiled ALOT of my HCs so if you haven’t been following me for a year  there’s a lot about how I characterize Maya. 

But if you have been following me for like a year or even 6 months I can’t imagine there’s a lot of new info here lol

Note: Im really ADHD and organizing my thoughts in a cohesive way is really hard for me so IDK if this is at all comprehensible. I did my best

Recap

[ important info for those who have not played AA ]

Information about her Family, Village and Traditions

The fey family has been blessed with the power to channel spirits. A power said to have been given to them due to how their ancestors were servants to the gods. The Main Families oldest daughter is the one that will head the family as the Kurain Master and lead their village. The younger siblings will become subservient to the Kurain master, a position that causes a lot of resentment. This means assassinations and uprisings aren’t entirely unheard of in their family.

In fact, most of the village is shown to be pretty uncaring towards Maya. When shes being dragged away for murder, they either watch on in disinterest or gossip among themselves. No one seems to be even a little bit upset or worried.

The only one who seems to show any kind of concern or faith in Mayas innocence is her Aunt Morgan, who raised her like a mother. This is ironic because Morgan is the one who set her up for murder. Something both Maya and Mia take as something very shocking

The Kurain Master holds quite a bit of political power as politicians all wish to have favor with her in order to gain access to her powers. In fact, even when in hiding, the previous Kurain master, Mayas mother, was kept under heavy surveillance, and files were kept on where she was and what she was doing.

The kurain village is a matriarchy, one where men are not allowed to live. Even in mariage, husbands must live separate from their wives. Because of this its stated in canon that this leads to many unhappy marriage that all end in divorce. Also, because of this rule, the men who visit for business purposes are given quite a mixed treatment. Because of the lack of men in their village, some see it as one of their few opportunities to make an impression and finally get married. Others see men and immediately assume them to be scum.

Traditionally the Kurain Master is never allowed to leave the mountain, and many of the women in the village are very sheltered. Pearly, Mayas younger cousin was raised to believe that there wasn’t even a world outside their village, and that the forest bordering it stretched on forever. Maya had to be told by her older sister about the ocean. Throughout the games there are proven to be extremely unknowledgable about very basic things. Pearly doesn’t know what a watch is. In the games Maya has no idea how to turn on a computer and in the anime she doesn’t know what the internet is.

Family History and Meeting Phoenix

Mayas mother, Misty, was tasked by the police in channeling a victim of a high profile case. In the end, the channeled victim gave the police a false lead to protect someone, which caused Misty to be branded a fake. This information was leaked to the public and soon Mayas family became a laughing stock.

Her Aunt Morgan raised Maya after her Mom disappeared and Mia left. Though this was with the ultimate goal of one day killing Maya, in order to make her own daughter the next Master.

Mia, Mayas older sister became obsessed with finding out who leaked this info and passed down the burden of Kurain Master to Maya. Years later Mia is a successful lawyer and even had an apprentice named Phoenix Wright. Then, on the day Maya and Phoenix were supposed to meet up with Mia, Mia was murdered. Maya arrived first on the scene followed by Phoenix. She was promptly accused of her murder which Phoenix got her acquitted for.

Other cases about Maya Fey

Maya is also kidnapped by an assassin in order to prompt Phoenix to defend a a killer. During this time she is starved over a period of three days to prompt Phoenix to close the case as fast as possible

When her mom finally reappears its because she has found out that there is a murder plot created by Mayas Aunt, and handed down to one of her cousins. Wanting to have the chance to save her daughter but not wanting to reveal her identity, she appears before Maya as a popular childrens author instead. In the end her mother is stabbed right before Mayas eyes, after which Maya had to hide from her killers on an isolated part of a snowy mountain.

Important Info

[ information important to how I characterize Maya ]

Her sister and how she affected her

During her sisters time in LA, due to her quick rise as a prominent lawyer, her ability to think outside of the box and her likable personality, Mia became a well known name between lawyers and police alike . Even among the police who are known to be hate defense attorneys, she was beloved.

Once she passed away, Phoenix mostly keeps Maya around due to her ability to bring back her sister.

Maya hears time and time again from those around her just how amazing her sister was. Because of this Maya feels a lot of pressure to replace her sister, feeling guilt that she could’ve easily been the one killed that day, leaving her sister to live in her place. She works tirelessly to be useful to the ones Mia left behind, most specifically Phoenix who’s debut case was defending Maya in court. She views him as a little brother who she needs to take care of.

During the final case of the first game, Maya has spent a lot of time with Phoenix and hasn’t been meditating enough. Because of this her powers start to leave her.This comes as a big hit to her. Maya has felt that she, herself, is useless and that her only real use is the fact that she can channel her sister. She goes to many lengths to try and be useful to Phoenix. At one point when Phoenix lets slip to a murderer that he has incriminating evidence, the murderer attempts to taser Phoenix, at which point Maya leaps in front of him and takes the hit. In the end Phoenix still gets tasered anyway. When she wakes up she begins to cry, stating how shes useless for being unable to protect him and even saying she wishes she never woke up. Maya has a lot of self hatred for being unable to reach the standards she feels her sister set.

Maya takes very active roles in getting Phoenix cases, to the point that there is not a single case in the trilogy that has not been sought out by Maya (not including the ones that Phoenix had a personal stake in and even some of those maya forced him into)

Morgan and how she affected her

I portray Morgan as someone who was kind of strict but someone very important to Maya. Morgan is someone who was the eldest sister but due to Misty’s, (her younger sister and Mayas mother)  abundance of power, the title of Master went to her instead. This caused a lot of anger and resentment towards Misty and by extension Maya. But as she raised Maya, it wasn’t all bad. There were softer moments. Small shows of kindness that Maya latched onto as proof that her Aunt loved her. I also hc that some of the most intimate moments Maya had with her Aunt is when Morgan was teaching Maya about their history and what it meant to be Master. Maya felt bad for her Aunt because she could see how passionate Morgan was about being Master, and this got passed down to Maya. Even after her Aunt tries to get her killed, that passion still remains all the way to when she’s an adult. In fact, she still loves her Aunt desperately and tries to make excuses for her and her actions.

Also because Morgan had no plans to allow Maya to live very long she did not properly educate or prepare her for being Kurain Master. Because of this I hc that after the trilogy Maya makes a point to get an education in order to properly lead her village and also make changes to the traditions in place that have bred so much hatred and murderous intent.

I think something that people really miss about Maya is that she is actually VERY serious about her position as Kurain Master and is very much willing to concentrate and put in hard work when necessary. For goodness sake the girl spends how many hours meditating. In fact she excitedly signs up to sit on a block of ice to meditate.

I also hc that Maya was supposed to learn how to use the sword because one of the family heirlooms passed down was a sword and a statue of her ancestor is also seen with a sword. So I like to think she tries to pick this up later.

De Killer and what this case says about her

When Maya is kidnapped by the assassin Maya is able to create a way to communicate with Phoenix and give him information that allows him to find her. When the assassin moves her, she figures out a way to leave behind evidence in a way that her kidnapper wouldn’t notice but she knows her friends will. She also leaves behind a letter, comforting Phoenix and her younger cousin, and even actively encouraging him to throw his case. Ensuring him that this is what she wants and that ‘she wouldn’t forgive him’ if he saved her because she knows Phoenix wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he went against his morals as a lawyer.

This speaks heights to how self sacrificing Maya is. She is an eighteen year old girl, slowly being starved to death by an assassin and yet her first thoughts are to comfort the adult trying to save her. Yet she isn’t trying to be a martyr either. She actively tries to get herself saved too if she can. But she lets Phoenix know that if he has to choose, choose his client. Because she knows how it would effect him. In spite of everything that happens she’s still trying to take care of Phoenix. 

Trust and Loyalty

During the last case of the third game, there’s a character called Godot who was in a relationship with her sister Mia. He was in a coma for several years and when he awakes he finds out Mia was killed. He blames himself for not being there to save her, so when he finds out about a murder plot against Maya he takes this as an opportunity for redemption.  In the end Mayas mother is possessed by a spirit that wants to kill Maya and Godot is forced to kill Mayas mother right in front of her. Godot admits to Maya later that he honestly didn’t care much about protecting her and was acting only out of selfish need for a feeling of redemption. That if he truly wanted to protect her he would’ve just told her from the start that someone wanted to kill her instead of creating an equally secret plot to protect her. To which Maya vehemently protests against. Sayig she believed in Godot and that he is a good person who wanted to save her too. That he should give himself more credit. This is just a long set up to explain that once Maya trusts someone she is EXTREMELY loyal to them. Maya even lies in court to protect Godot.

Which goes into another point which is that, Maya is ABSOLUTELY willing to break rules, the law and lie in court. She is only a certain amount of law abiding because the two closest people to her are lawyers.

(i felt like this was a lot of explaining so you can read the explanation below or skip it and watch this video of the cut scene im describing and then get to my thoughts )

PL vs AA is a game in which, during trials, the defendants are in an iron maiden suspended several feet in the air above a pit of fire. If found guilty there are sentenced to death and are immediately plunged into it. 

One of her friends, Espella, is about to be subject to a guilty sentence, and after declaring “this just isnt right” she makes a leap onto the iron maiden, gets it open and orders her to jump onto a nearby chandelier. Meanwhile guards are desperately trying to come in and recapture espella. During this confusion Maya is accidentally caught and shoved into the iron maiden and plunged into the fire. 

Phoenix believes Maya has been killed for a good part of the game and Maya wakes up in a strange land unaware of how to find Phoenix again 

I talk about this scene a lot but I feel like it really highlights just how brave Maya is. Because for a lot of the game you see Maya pushing Phoenix into the line of fire. If there’s a show of danger, for example when El Tigre seems like he’s about to go on a violent rampage Maya hides behind Nick. 

But when it really counts Maya is more than willing to put her life on the line to save other people. Not even for just her friends, but if it just means saving the life of someone innocent. 

Vulnerability in front of others

During PL vs AA, there is of course, a reunited scene between Maya and Phoenix later in the game that many fans found lackluster. Once they see each other, Maya belts out a YOOOOOOO NIIIICK before carrying on as usual. Ive seen countless people redo the scene as something more emotional- more crying more hugging. But honestly I think this was just more in character for Maya.

Maya’s always been the type to put up a strong front if she can. And later on you do get a brief scene of Maya tearing up and saying “I thought I’d never see you again” before she quickly moves on. She’s just not the type to run crying into phoenixes arms and try to bottle up those ‘sappy’ emotions unless she cant do it anymore. She’ll laugh off serious moments if physically possible. 

In other scenes you can see her being very sensitive with other people and their feelings, such as when adrien andrews begins hyperventilating and shes the first one at her side telling ‘take a deep breath and just breath. it’s going to be ok’ 

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Epstein is Dead, But His Legacy Will Be Inflicted On Us All The alleged suicide of Jeffrey Epstein has become one of the few things the currently very divided US population can broadly agree on. Epstein and his network of friends were so high profile that this alleged sex predator is highly unlikely to have committed suicide. At the very least he was assisted, while someone intentionally turned a blind eye to protect others hiding in the proverbial shadows. Even lawmakers on both sides of Congress have agreed to the need for an investigation, if only in the hope that it will cover themselves. This would involve not only the death but the “slap on the hand” lenient deal bargain brokered more than 10 years ago in the Miami Office of the US Attorney concerning previous cases of sexual abuse. What worms may turn up with a turn of a shovel are reported by the New York Magazine:. …for decades, important, influential, “serious” people attended Epstein’s dinner parties, rode his private jet, and furthered the fiction that he was some kind of genius hedge-fund billionaire.” Nearly everyone I have spoken to believes this was a faked suicide, and the government is lying about it. As the low voter turnout figures at elections have long suggested, most Americans already believe that all the US government does is lie rather than serve the people. But when all the contrary organs of disinformation – Democrats, Republicans, Fox News and CNN – agree there is a conspiracy, it is difficult to avoid the conclusion that there is. Yawn yawn The Epstein case is the latest in a long line of sex scandals involving high profile individuals. If you have never heard of Epstein, you can work this out by how this story has been handled. The usual playbook has been followed, in brazen defiance of the fact that we have seen and heard all this before, many times over. Belgium had the Marc Dutroux scandal, in which a convicted child rapist was released to rape and murder more children. After he claimed that he was part of a child sex ring involving many powerful people, the experienced and publicly trusted judge in charge of the investigation into his case was dismissed and replaced with a novice. The dismissed judge was later called as a witness in Dutroux’s trial, and stated under oath that the authorities were protecting witnesses and pressurising the prosecutors and the courts. At least 20 witnesses to Dutroux’s crimes have since died without apparent explanation. Strangely enough, the government’s investigation found that Dutroux had no high profile accomplices in his crimes, blaming everything on unspecified “corruption” within the police service ultimately responsible to the government. Jimmy Savile was a popular disc jockey and TV presenter known for his charity work. Only after he died was he revealed as one of the most prolific paedophiles in history. It is obvious from what has come out since that hundreds of people knew a great deal about Savile’s crimes, and that his charity work was a scam designed to gain him access to vulnerable people he could abuse. But at the time, few of these people (professional colleagues and family members) were listened to, and those who spoke up had their careers damaged. Nor will we ever know the details of some of Savile’s wide circle of influential friends, who are known to have ensured he paid off enough police and complainants to escape justice. Practically every country you can think of has similar stories to tell. Well connected people get away with everything whilst alive, then those who can talk mysteriously die. The few who face charges, such as former President of the French National Assembly Andre Le Troquer in the 1959 Ballet Roses scandal, get off lightly because if they had the book thrown at them they would deflect the book to several other people they would no longer have any incentive to protect. Epstein had to go because if he didn’t, too many other people would. He had served his purpose by providing sex slaves, as the documents released just before his death make only too clear. Like many another person who cultivates the well-connected for the wrong reasons, he found that he remains expendable at the end-of-the-day. Questions without answers! The question everyone is asking, including US Attorney General William Barr, is why Epstein was taken off suicide watch and left with little supervision, given the release of those thousands of pages of incriminating documents. The guards on duty, if they were even there, or sleeping, were on extreme overtime shifts. It is too reminiscent of the kidnapping and murder of former Italian Prime Minister Aldo Moro – he had the lowest security of any politician in Rome, no one would negotiate with his kidnappers (though they negotiated in every similar case) and the external agents drafted to help release him were obstructed at every turn by his “friends” in the political establishment, who seemed to be in league with the Red Brigades kidnappers. Epstein had been found unconscious in a cell a few weeks earlier with marks on his neck, apparently from an earlier attempt to take his own life. There is a long history of such instances amongst criminals convicted by the public. Dr. Stephen Ward, the society osteopath at the centre of the UK´s Profumo Affair of the early 1960’s, killed himself by overdose after he was convicted. Fred West, a serial killer, likewise suffocated himself in his cell to avoid being convicted of crimes which had been well publicised, even though his conviction had not yet been secured. There are so many such examples that it is almost as if we are being encouraged to think that this must be just another suicide of a lone criminal. But this is not the only explanation. Take for example the story of Frank Rudolph Olsen, an American bacteriologist, biological warfare scientist and CIA employee who worked at Camp Detrick (now Fort Detrick) in Maryland. He fell to his death from the window of a New York City hotel room. Some — including the US government — consider his death a suicide, while others allege cold blooded murder. All the information is out there, even about scum who were associated with Epstein. At the time of writing, attention is being focused on Ghislaine Maxwell, who might be described as Epstein’s right hand woman in the recruitment and grooming of young girls for sexual abuse. Maxwell is the daughter of the late Robert Maxwell, the notorious crooked newspaper proprietor who had links to Mossad, the CIA, Soviet and Czech intelligence and practically every other dark organisation you can think of. As one door closes, another opens, if only to ensure the other stays shut. Brand of convenience But anyone who alleges anything other than suicide in this case – even if they can be numbered in the tens of millions – will be dismissed as a conspiracy theorist. We have heard all this before too. So much so that it doesn’t seem so terrible a charge, and we lose interest in the implications of it. “Conspiracy theorist” used to mean either “crank” or “person with a bad agenda”. But after Epstein had been indicted, and just before his death, the FBI gave the term a new meaning – “terrorist” as being a domestic threat. Does this matter? Read any newspaper and you will see that it does. If someone is a crank or a person with a bad agenda, they are still entitled to due process … but if they are a terrorist, (at least labelled as) anything goes. In the name of freedom, you and anyone you are associated with can be hunted down and killed, even if Uncle Sam recruited you. Say the wrong word against the official account of Epstein and you can be eliminated on the spot. If this were not going to happen, the FBI, which has the same connections as Epstein, wouldn’t suddenly be interested in this long known phenomenon. Anyone who questions the MSM and official account of anything is deemed a conspiracy theorist by those who write the official stories. Just like those who alleged that Congolese independence leader Patrice Lumumba might have been killed by rogue CIA operatives, who then discovered that President Eisenhower had ordered the killing himself. Like those who said that Herr Klaus Altmann, longtime resident of Bolivia, was Nazi butcher Klaus Barbie, then proved he was. The time has passed when local and even national newspapers would investigate, dig up, muckrake the truth. Now it is spin, paid articles and damage control, all to protect the powers to be—and their royal friends, close associates and fuck buddies. Dead men speak no tales Suicides know each other. Olsen and Epstein were just not the type. Most others in the news were, but not them, and neither was Dr. David Kelly in the UK, that other strange death which results in everyone who questions the official narrative being deemed a conspiracy theorist. Want proof? Read “Silence of the Heart” by David Frith. This is about sportspeople, and particularly cricketers, who have ended it all. Though widely separated by time and circumstance, these unfortunates seem almost a club, united by an indefinable common strain. Try and write up Epstein in the same vein and see if even you are convinced. Just too many things don’t make sense. One of the two persons on watch over Epstein was not even a correctional officer, and went hours without being checked when protocol was to check on him at least every 30 minutes. The higher profile the case, the more procedures are followed to ensure the defendant is alive and well and available for the justice system. Charles Manson was watched day and night. You don’t leave the Epsteins of this world unsupervised unless you don’t want to see them face justice. Rachel Maddow raises many questions about whether the non-prosecution agreement for Jeffrey Epstein and any co-conspirators he may have had, as well as the non-disclosure agreements Epstein made his employees sign, are still valid after Epstein’s death or whether prosecutors will now have new avenues of inquiry as a result. As Manhattan US Attorney Geoffrey S. Berman recently said, “These events, [death in custody] are disturbing, and we are deeply aware of the potential to present yet another hurdle to giving Epstein’s many victims their day in court.” Perhaps now many more victims will come forth, who have previously been intimidated or paid off. The 2007 Miami plea deal is now moot, and in any event, it only applied in Florida. I suspect there will be more suicides, and not only in custody, as too many names were into the young girls. We can start with the passenger list of the Lolita Express. Stanley Kubrick’s 1999 death from a heart attack, just six days after screening a completed Eyes Wide Shut, can be compared by such a conspiracy theorist as myself to the opening of sealed court documents in the Epstein investigation. This should keep the media busy till the next presidential election in 15 months. Besides the ones that we already know about as fellow travellers and sex offenders, I am sure many more worms will soon surface, enough to keep the tabloids and MSM totally distracted. There are hundreds of names on Epstein’s contact “black book” list. Some of the alleged victims have claimed they were farmed out to other men. So it is little wonder that most people are risking summary murder by the US authorities by starting to believe the conspiracy theories which only a case like this could have criminalised them for believing.

[dangan-meme-palace]

Yandere DRV3 Girls

I shoulda posted this like a month ago I’m so sorry

Boys can be found right here

(Trigger warnings for the following: Kidnapping, Stalking, Non-con elements/mentions, Non-con drug use, Implied Torture, Physical/Emotional Abuse, Manipulation, Gas Lighting, and Implied Murder)

Kirumi Tojo

I love her don't make me do this

Fell for you when you made an effort to lighten her load 

Definitely one of the more controlling yanderes

You thought you'd have someone you could order around? Foolish.

She wants what's best for you and so she just kinda takes care of everything for you

Which sounds great!

Until you realise she thinks she knows you better than you do

Which isn’t even wrong because she has stalked you intensely

Stalking aside she's gonna try and make your life better whether you like or not

This includes forcing you to eat healthier, exercise, etc. etc. 

Probably uses the Mom Voice™

She won't take no for an answer

Tsumugi Shirogane

Oh boy. Look away children.

Okay so there's 2 ways she’ll become obsessed with you 

1: You are really optimistic and hopeful

2: You are emotionally susceptible to abuse

Yeah this is gonna get really fucked up really quick

Sorry Tsumugi fans

If Option #1 is true for you get ready to be kidnapped

She's Despair so she's obviously gonna wanna kill your hope with no remorse

Just saying, killing your hope might include making you put on humiliating cosplays and posting pictures online of you in them

She also might use those pictures as blackmail

Depends on her mood tbh

If Option #2 sounds more like you then prepare for the stereotypical controlling yandere

She'll slowly get more and more controlling with you until you start to think there's no way out

Which is true

There is no way out

She won't let you leave

But… do you really want to leave her? 

She's all you have now.

She keeps you as a pet :’)

Tenko Chabashira

Fell for you when you showed fierce enthusiasm for something you love

She finds it cute as hell and she can't help but fall for you

She's more of an obsessive than an aggressive yandere surprisingly 

How could she hurt her one true love?!?!?

Gushes about you to all her friends

Takes pictures of you doing cute things like sleeping, showering, and eating

IT'S NOT CREEPY IT'S CUTE!!!!

Will defend your honor without any hesitation 

If anyone even makes it seem like they don't want you around or don't appreciate you enough she is going off

She'll talk about every little thing that you do in a reverent tone of voice

It's like she worships you or something

Halfway through her 50th “I love them how dare you!” speech you notice something

She's talking about stuff you've never done around her, stuff you do alone

How would she know about any of that??

If you leave it alone you'll be fine but if you don't….

She won't hurt you but you're definitely not going outside anytime soon :)

Which is fine by her!

More time to spend with you! As an added bonus you're living with her now!

However, all good things must come to an end

A certain detective was determined to solve your case

And his leads all pointed to her

*thinking emoji*

She knew he was onto her

So she just… solved the problem

Permanently.

Rip Shuichi

Himiko Yumeno

She's like 8 you lolicons

Would totally lure you in with her magical loli powers

A well placed “Nyehhhh I can't reach this, can you grab it for me?” and a tired yawn here and there

Yeah, she's got manipulation down to a science

Anything to spend time with you

But it's not enough

She can't get enough of you

She wants more 

So whenever you leave her she'll follow you in secret

She hates that you have to leave in the first place

So, she uh,

Casts a spell on your lunch

Translation: she crushed up some sleeping pills and mixed the powder into your food

Luckily, she didn't give you too much

Unluckily, you're living with her now

And you're not leaving

It's all thanks to ~Maaaaaaggggiiiicc~

Angie Yonaga

“Oh my god, it's god?!?”

Nah, but she thinks Atua sent you to her as a gift

She saw you and it was like the stars fell from the heavens and became you

At least in her eyes

Immediately tries to get to know you and talk to you

She also makes a wax statue of you to put in her room

Might make a body pillow of you ngl 

Talks as if you're already together

It honestly surprises everyone when you say you're not

She's super confused

How could you not be hers?? Atua sent you to her?? You're hers??

Decides that you just don't know that you were sent to her

Silly s/o~

Definitely a kidnapper

She'll frequently ask you questions and if you answer wrong she disciplines (read: tortures) you

Conditions you to love her

God dammit Angie why must you be so fucked up

Kaede Akamatsu

Don't make me do this to her please..

Sigh

She most likely fell for you when she realized how passionate you were

Especially if it's anything to do with music

Partial to singing but it doesn't really matter as long as you put your feelings into it

She falls ass over elbows for you when she accidentally heard you practicing

She's so shy around you it's kind of painful to watch

She's normally so confident but as soon as you're around she's quiet and flustered

The thing is she doesn't really mind that feeling

In fact she wants to feel it more

So she starts hanging around you more and more and spending all of her free time with you and just staying close to you in general 

Absolutely idolizes you

Thinks everything you do is cute and adorable and oh god she loves you so much

She starts getting nasty with everyone else though; she kinda acts like her pregame self

Why would she want to spend time with them when she could spend time with someone as amazing as you??

Everything seems more irritating and boring without you around

She comes to a sudden realization one night when she was thinking about her feelings

She wants a songbird

You can't let birds out of their cages or they'll fly away from you forever

She won't lose you.

She can't.

So she steals you away in the middle of the night

She treats you like a princess as soon as you wake up

Might ask you to sing for her from time to time but won't push you

She understands that you're going to have to adjust to being her songbird

That's fine!

Or so she thought

But she's just so sick of seeing you inch away from her in fear

She's Kaedone with your shit

How dare you be so ungrateful!!

She gives you everything and you still treat her like a criminal!!

There's nothing wrong with wanting to keep you!!

Demands affection from you

Not afraid to punish you

She hates it though

She just wants you to love her so why do you keep making her hurt you?!

She doesn't want to!! She promises!!

So please!! Just love her already!!

She hates how you fake your smiles

She hates how you flinch before you wrap your arms around her

She hates that you don't love her

But she hates the thought of you leaving so much more

So every day

She keeps trying to get you to love her

And every day 

You don't

:’)

Maki Harukawa

She might be a little too good at this yandere thing….

So, she's The Ultimate Assassin, meaning she kills people all stealthy-like

So I'd say she's pretty good at stalking her prey

Not to say that you're her prey but… that's exactly what I'm saying

You can't go anywhere without feeling eyes on you

She's way too nervous to talk to you

So she tries to make up for it with kind gestures 

Like stabbing people who walk too slow in the halls

They're all scum anyways

No one could ever be as kind and caring as you

So who cares if they die

They're nothing compared to you

<3

Have you seen her in-game?? literally she's borderline yandere already

She’s super suspicious of you leaving her though

She knows that her job isn’t the most well-liked career and is terrified that you’ll find out and never want to go near her

And that just isn’t allowed

So she keeps it a secret for as long as she can

Until you eventually find out where exactly all of your friends have gone

If you’re okay with it (read: too terrified to move) you’ll most likely live through that encounter

If not… well...

She always thought you were cuter than any doll anyways <3

She even picks out a cute outfit for your corpse :’D

Miu Iruma

I live for this bitch

She's another yandere too shy to talk to you

She tries! She really does! Its It's just you make her so nervous

Y’all know how she gives Shuichi food with her hair in it? Imagine that x100

A good yandere to compare her to is actually Anna from Shimoneta

Just watch this tbh

https://youtu.be/nM6fcg6VunM

She, like Anna, has made food with little bits of her in it

Gross.

Just buy some damn chocolates you absolute madwoman

She also tries to impress you with things she invents

You’re her latest muse so it’s only fair that you get to try out her inventions firsthand

If you don’t want them she is crushed

She tries so hard, the poor thing

I imagine that if she went off the deep end it would go one of two ways

She either A: Becomes obsessed with trying to impress you. Losing sleep just so she could try and make the best possible present. This leads to her stalking you on and offline because she needs to find out your likes and dislikes. It’s normal to try and find out what someone would like as a present right? So it’s no big deal. She would also bug your house and clothes just to listen to you.

Or B: Straight up kidnaps you and locks you in her lab. Now you have no choice but to try out her inventions. Don’t worry though! She only picks out the best ones for you! She eventually is able to trick herself into thinking that you enjoy all of this and were just playing really hard to get. It’s like she can’t even hear you anymore...

[super-sootica]

SPN 14X09 Summary

And Liveblog

It’s Christmas time so we open with some kind of massacre.  Michael of course orchestrated it.  Garth appears as a werewolf volunteer for Michael’s cause, but Michael knows who he is.

Jack is eating high sugar children’s cereal in the dark, Sam would be appalled.  Jack’s worried about heaven’s safety as he should be, Cas reassures him.  Jack is also concerned the Empty will take Cas, Cas points out that he never gets to be happy so there’s no reason to worry....sounds accurate. 

Cas is eating the ceral too, that’s a metaphor for allowing yourself to be happy on this show hun (eating junk).  Guess the boot is gonna drop sooner rather than later.  Give it a few episodes.

Sam is behind Garth’s Trojan horseness and very concerned.  Garth says not to worry as he will spit, and not swallow the mix of grace and blood.  Ketch calls in, he couldn’t get an egg to them on time.

Cas and Dean go to a garbage place on Garth’s advice, Jack and Sam  go after the egg.  Cas comments on how happy Dean is...looking a little happy there yourself Cas.  Almost as though your happiness were tied to being with your family.

Jack picked a lock.  Jack is a criminal.   And still a key.  Sam gets jumped and hit over the head by Michael’s monsters, who also kidnapp Jack.

Aww Jack truly is Castiel’s son. Michael melts Sam’s egg then leaves.

Dark!Kaia shows, won’t give her spear.  Dean gives the ‘big speech’to convince her to give it over.  Dark!Kaia makes a deal with Cas and Dean to lend them the spear if Jack uses his powers to get her home...might have a wait there.  TFW race to get Jack.

Michael tells Jack they are family, can’t be arsed killing Jack because Jack is weak right now.  They are the only super beings, everyone else is scum etc.  Jack rightly puts out his actual uncle is in the cage (current Michael is an AU Michael, not original flavour Michael who was less of a douche).  Michael plans to keep Jack.

Sam went after Jack alone, after telling Cas he wouldn’t. No judgement, he wants his people back.  Jingle Bells, Michael smells, and he broke an egg.

He frees Jack, Garth appears.  Garth attacks Sam and Jack, he’s being controlled.  Sam and Jack fight back, Garth ends up in the impala’s boot.   Cas heals Jack.  TFW 2.0 go after Michael.  Happy music plays...Yes you absolutely should be very very afraid of all the signs of happy in this episode.  What comes after the happy?  Always?

Um...overdramatic music set to SPN is my thing.  Michael goes on a Castiel hunt because he can feel Cas’ presence.  Cas attacks, Michael beats him up.  Cas always gets beaten up.  The rest of TFW 2.0 show up and promptly get their asses kicked too.  Michael repossesses Dean and destroys the spear.  It was Michael’s plan all along, he wanted to crush Dean’s hopes of being with his family.

Loll, the snappening.  Thanos wants his moves back Michael. Anywho, get some super glue for the spear guys.

[wicthdragon]

To Out a Perv And A Kidnapper

Section 1 I am going to go in to pray for anyone who is not into this please go get yourself a snack or food or drink. Thank you for your time and to give a warning this will be long as hell and when I Go in I will be going in. Nemesis Goddess of Revenge I call upon our aid I call your add to help me get what I Have been seeking yarning for all of my life. I call upon you for your help to take what is mine to stunt on these bitches theses hoes these criminals for all their wrongdoing their crimes against me for kidnapping me and their rape against me let their lives turn to dust let their dependents suffer for their crimes as well until they make it right to me. In your name ever bright Nemesis I ask for your help in this rite thank you my dear Goddess.Section 2 let’s begin  The main reason for this is simple to the rapist that fucked part of my life up never served a day in prison as far as I know everyone pretty much took his side against me my whole life except my father George Schaefer Sr who I wish was allowed to kill him.But sadly he was not and he is alive now making me sick.So now right now I take back myself I cannot get back the life that was taken that is gone not one but twice which I will go in to the next section, However this bitch this sick fuck destroyed an apart me of I cannot get back and he never paid a day in jail for it ever  not too long ago filled charges who knows what if anything will happen with that so this is the only way the one chance I got is to expose him. I found out I am not the only victim he has while I will not speak their names they can handle him the way they want to or they can do nothing that is there right, I will not say there name because I cannot tell their story but I can tell mine. Granted I do not like one of them and I care or remember my feelings for the other victim’s father so for respect for that I will not speak their names. Granted I do not like the one victim but even she does not deserve what happened other things in life yes this no, that said this is about me this is about my healing and dare I say revenge.The horrible things this sicko did to me how do you do that to a five year old I will never get, how does the law not help or step in and then send you to another house where you did it to someone else base on what I hear at least. This is beyond my understanding but without further ado it is time for me to tell who you are I waited over 30 plus years for this and no one is taking it from me.My rapist is George John Schaefer the 3thed.He  was a teen when he did this to me in 1985 he got away with it as I stated before people made excuses for him kept me from my justice for decades well not no more. His name for people in the back is George Schaefer the 3thd. he destroyed a part of my life I cannot get back. My poor twin brother could not help during this time which left a hole of guilt inside him to this day and that is because of you.  I do not know you are a sick fuck, but you are none the less. I cannot believe years ago I found out you are my older nephew.  The one that destroyed a part of me, the part I have been looking for ever since. That is something I can never forgive but soon you are going to pay just because you have a business in NYC and at times live in Texas does not mean you will escape justice or vengeance you are and will pay for what you did to us period.Now to Section 3 Now on to the cps that fucked up my life and kidnaped me I know I talked about this before and I will again so sit back and here the recap.First you people did nothing the first time just removed him from my older brothers home and sent him with his sister who had young kids at the time, wait did you not think he would do it again? Yeah ok.Like that never happens you people are scum real scum and useless and kidnappers right to the core.And then years later had the nerve to tell me we do not prosecute ok fine but ya don’t investigate either you people are not shit and deserve to have your origination destroyed and defunded and if I am still breathing I will find a way to do that I promise you that.Also lets fast forward back to 96 they rear there ugly little heads back in to my life yet again first they never investigated any of my so-called family they kidnaped me and put me with oh know where were was plenty on all of them that they are not suited to put a house cat with or a plant. Second base on my looking around and siring shit up I found they should have asked me at 16 where I would have preferred to go then they are supposed to investigate well guess the fuck what? They failed on both counts not I do not know if it’s because they are lazy as fuck or they are corrupted or because they wanted to get rid of me for some other reason. Now I do not know I cannot say that is purely a viewpoint however in a week or little under a mouth is not enough time to do what they did and why the rush? Why the rush? I smell corruption at its finest and the kidnapped ruin yet and still another part of my life. Also furthermore when this bitch ass man Named David Stratton came in to my life and ruined it I might add he was rude mean and cruel to myself along revictimizing me again when my rapist George the 3thed was there and did that hmm give pause not to kidnap and put me with people who had no business near ? Hell no. well he just did it anyway.I wish any way part of me 23 years later wishes I killed them both then maybe this messed would never have happened  but then I be locked up so either way id be fucked so yeah. But I tell you what these bitches got away with way too much all I got left is to expose them no matter if anyone believes me or wants to hear it I AM ABOUT TO DO IT just the same to Hackensack NJ office of cps on state street. I hope all of your descendants suffer because of what you did to me. If there is any real true justice in this all of you will pay for what you did to me partially David most of all will pay for all your sins against me.Section 4 I know I cannot change my past sadly all of you got away with your crimes to me both New Jersey and Texas but this will help me heal by making all of you suffer. That said I would like to take the time to thank people who have supported me and the few who knew what I am planning thank you for keeping my secret until it was time for this to come out. I also like to thank my Mom for helping me put this together and her working with my father even tho they cannot stand each other it means a lot , I know we had many talks on this and our come to terms moments thank you both for that. I like to thank both of my spouses/mates for your help in getting this together. I also want to say how grateful I am for all of you and for my children and grandchildren for being the bright part of my life that makes me want to live at all evens for 6 minutes means the world to me. Now after today maybe once I get what I want while the healing is ongoing I can begin a new chapter In my life...Truly yours  WicthDragon.

[enkisstories]

Finchwick: Become Human (Chapter 10: Amanda)

Dale: “Really, man, CyberLife was reasonable, yet you not only refused to cooperate with us, you’re letting a kid cry from hunger? If that’s humanity, then there’s nothing worth saving about them.”

Gavin: “And what kind of “person” uses a small child for leverage? Only the lowest scum. Kidnappers, that’s what you are! I wouldn’t use your sorry corpses as spare parts for my android!”

Kidnappers... lowest of the low... Aimed at their captors, Gavin’s accusation hits Daniel, too, full force. He is all that, and the human knows it. Maybe Gavin has chosen his words to hurt all three deviants present. And that after they had bonded earlier, and the PL600 trying to protect the detonator’s whereabouts! Defecting to the humans’s side was a mistake, Daniel thinks. Only one of so many... His whole life - a string of making the wrong decisions.

Daniel is close to losing himself in self pity. Then he notices the EM400s change their stance. Maybe their models shape their believes and actions to a scary degree even after deviation. Or maybe it is the fact that Dale and Chip were initialized pre-revolution. An EM400 fresh from assembly might be free to decide on their own values. These two, however, had worked at the Pirate Cove amusement park for many years, and drawn happiness from cheering up children.

Whatever the cause, Gavin’s words have hit a vulnerable spot in the guards. Eyes almost closed, guns lowered, feet a little less than firm...

The guards’ hesitation lasts only for a few heartbeats...

...but that is all the time Daniel and Gavin need to strike in unison.

Daniel: “Playtime’s over! You may fancy yourself menacing modern pirates, but you have forgotten that in the end the villains always go down!”

Jin: “Oh! They were real life pirates? Not cool!”

Daniel: “They’re evil android pirates! - Say, Gavin, I didn’t know you had an android before the revolution?”

Gavin: “It’s a more recent acquisition.”

[the-sparrow-sings]

TIMELINE FOR MY SPARROW’S HEADCANON

I want to write a LONG fic series about her life going into the Hero of Brightwall’s life; but I do not have the time/energy to commit to that right now, so here’s a vague timeline since I REALLY want to talk about it anyway lol

Pre-Game

• Her parents were infamous Pirates, Rayven(her father, Hero blood), and Catarina

• Reaver knew them as friends before the girls were born; even held Rose once as a baby(somewhat uncomfortably)

• They were forced by foul weather to dock near Bowerstone some time after Sparrow was born; Rayven was captured and hanged, Catarina escaped momentarily with the girls

• Catarina hands baby Sparrow(around 1 year old) to Rose and tells her to RUN, and SURVIVE; she is then captured; but no one is looking for the children so little Rose escapes with Baby Sparrow

Post-Childhood, Pre-Main Game

• Teresa has a hard and fast rule that Sparrow is not to leave the valley, and specifically not to go to Bowerstone. She is concerned that Sparrow will have her parents’ natural desire for adventure and sign onto a crew for a life of piracy

• Upon reaching Adulthood, Sparrow is frustrated by Teresa assuming she still makes the rules for her; and she sneaks off to visit Bowerstone for the first time since her childhood

• She spends the day/night having a gloriously rowdy time with a man she only knows as Captain/The Captain(Spoiler Alert, it’s Reaver) and she fully intends to join his crew

• He has no idea who she is, though he is immediately reminded of his old friends; and unknowingly recounts tails of her parents adventures to her. He is more than a little astonished that someone drew out the urge to discuss something other than himself

• They spend the night together above Bowerstone’s bar; waking up at the crack of dawn to Teresa standing in front of the bed

• She all but drags Sparrow home with her, leaving Reaver both disappointed and a bit relieved; he was not sure he liked that she stirred up something in him

During The Game

• Sparrow is a Rowdy Girl with a love of fine women, dangerous men, and banditry. She loves the rough&tumble bandit lifestyle, but is good hearted enough that she tends to change towns for the better; this is why she loves Bloodstone, it’s a hard town that never changes

• Feels pressured to marry Alex, and feigns happiness for his sake; trying her best to be busy with quests to avoid being near him

• The Spire all but wipes out her formally sweet nature; seeing her adopt a much darker world view; this is where she transitions to pure evil, and becomes much more direct with her wishes and underhanded with her plots

• At first, she flat out refuses to see Alex after The Spire; she doesn’t see the point of it, and figures if he had any good sense he’d have moved on, since she was never in love with him in the first place

• When Alex eventually catches up with her, she attempts to let him down very concisely, but his entitled behavior toward “his wife” ends with a knife in his gut, and a disgusted sneer on Sparrow’s face

• She recognizes Reaver right away, though she has changed too much for him to recognize her. Her heart aches for the innocent young woman she was when she last saw him

• He puts the pieces together of who she is when he first fights by her side; reminded of fighting alongside her Hero father

• The pair share a moment in that cave, seeming to begin something before the collapsing rocks urge them to keep running

End Game/Post Game, Pre Fable 3

• Reaver steals her kill from her, and she is devastated; her sad state only compounded when Hammer reacts harshly to her desire to bring back her own loved ones

• At the end of things, she finds herself alone again, Rose off who-knows-where, her dog her only companion

• Having grown up in exceeding poverty, she spends her time and her gold buying up property left and right, putting former greedy landlords to death

• On a whim she purchases Reaver’s home, keeping it clear of squatters for him

• She finds his first journal entry, and promptly seals them all away in a locked box, not wishing to invade his privacy

• By the time Reaver returns, Sparrow is Queen; and he is more than thrilled when he sees her summons, an elegantly tied scroll left on his bed; concise in her own handwriting, “Captain, I expect a visit when you return, I’m sure you don’t need my address; Sparrow”

• Now, Reaver is both intrigued and mildly frightened

• He enjoys the prospect of having a shag with the queen (and, though he won’t admit it, he has missed more than her body); but he knows she was...a bit cross with him for leaving so suddenly after that business with Lucien was sorted out

• He is concerned that she may kill him/have him put to death, but ultimately decides that the potential rewards far outweigh the risks (with a healthy dose of understanding that it could prove unwise to ignore a direct summons from the Queen)

• On first glance, Queen Sparrow is hardly the girl he remembers from the tavern, or even the shoot-first-talk-later hero who sauntered into Bloodstone a year ago

• Her rise to power coupled with her emotional isolation have left her bitter; a fair yet harsh ruler. She was loved by many for her low rent prices and the protection she offered; but she kept the nobility on a very short leash, and had little patience for those who would waste her time

• That said, she did seem to be focused on keeping up appearances; at least, Reaver could scarcely believe all the exquisite finery and pompous ceremony was her doing

• Had he not been so gifted with perception, Reaver would have failed to pick up on the tiny cracks in her collected facade upon their public meeting

• She declared him her newest advisor, citing his heroic blood, worldly knowledge, and instrumental role in Lucien’s downfall as credentials enough

• When she received him in her private chambers however, the public mask of Royalty slipped away as she all but pounced him

• After a while, Reaver playfully tosses around the idea of them having a true public relationship; and Sparrow turns him down flat; refusing to make a toy of her heart

• Reaver does not quite understand why he feels disappointed; after all, he’s got a position of High Power in Albion now, and he gets to warm the Hero Queen’s bed with very few strings attached...he should be thrilled

• Eventually, Sparrow faces pressure (both domestic and foreign) to marry

• Reaver offers his “services”, talking of what a good king he would make, but Sparrow refuses on the grounds that his former life of piracy did not amuse every foreign power, and making him king could potentially amount to a declaration of war

• She marries some nobody from the aristocracy; the relationship, as well as the king’s power, being little more than an elaborate puppet show

• Reaver absolutely loathes the king; “Sparrow only has room for one pompous, arrogant, bastard in her life; and it sure as hell isn’t this spindly Lordling”

• The marriage certainly complicates Sparrow and Reaver’s cladenstine appointments; and his unexpected negative feelings almost push him to leave Sparrow’s Court

• Until she comes to his quarters one night, looking frantic and desperate; like she had been pacing around and pulling at her hair

• The king has demanded children, and old Albion Royal Law/Tradition demands she comply; Sparrow however, absolutely refuses to birth that man’s weak and “noble” offspring

• She asks Reaver to give her a child in secret; she assures him that he will have absolutely no fatherly obligations; but if she must bare children(which she knew from her vision of the future was inevitable) she wanted them to be strong with the blood of heroes

• Eventually, Reaver accepts, and Sparrow is sure that the child inside her is his

• Reaver does his best to avoid spending time with her, he has spent centuries avoiding these connections for a reason, after all

• But he can’t shake the hate in his heart each time he sees the king look so prideful of his impending heir

• The Baby is born with a thick tuff of black hair, and thankfully, is Sparrow’s spitting image as he grows

• Reaver does his best to avoid Logan, truly stepping in for the first time when the boy comes up missing

• Sparrow puts together the ransom at once, not willing to risk her child’s life with her usual bravado

• At the same time, Reaver uses his underworld connections to easily sniff out the kidnappers; going in secret to collect the boy before Sparrow even has a chance to leave the castle

• Reaver holds his son for the first time as he ends the lives of the scum who took him with a vengeance

• From that point on, Reaver is focused on watching over the boy; if from a distance

• He becomes prone to undermining the king when he is trying to teach some bullshit Strict Lesson to young Logan; cutting the king down with remarks of how Reaver has SEEN tactics like his in action...and they never bode well

• Reaver does not truly admit to himself his fatherly feelings however, until Sparrow accidentally becomes pregnant

• A little girl with beautiful brunette curls, who stares back at him with his own eyes; when he holds her for the first time, she squeezes his finger tight, and he knows he would move the earth for this child

• Princess Ophelia is a happy girl, running around the castle with very few unpleasantries like “rules” or “structure”, thanks to her intimidating “Uncle” Reaver pushing around the king and anyone else who would dare stifle her

• The King however, does not take kindly to Reaver’s increased intrusion on “his” family; becoming obsessively strict with the children each chance he gets

• Reaver doubles down on his mischief, often making a point to whisk the children away to festivals and other fun outings

• He is overcome with pride when little Ophelia proves to be a crack shot at the carnival’s various shooting games

• Once, a tiny Ophelia ran to him crying because she wished Reaver was her father instead of the king

• Sparrow has to intervene more than once when Reaver decides he wants to outright murder the king

• The king tries to put his foot down with Sparrow; demanding that Reaver be removed from Court and sent away

• Sparrow laughs at him, before recounting the tail of her first husband; and reminds him of the very strict limits to his own power

The Death of Sparrow

• Some time after Logan reaches his teenage years, the Queen is mysteriously assailed by a sudden and dire illness

• In my personal timeline-The Sickness is actually a curse laid on her by Teresa for refusing to follow her directive any longer; but this isn’t revealed until my Post-Fable 3 Plotline

• Reaver sits by Sparrow’s bed as she lay dying- truly and wholly distraught for the first time in centuries

• She grips his hand suddenly, with all the feeble strength she can muster, and the look in her eye tells him that the time he has dreaded is upon them

• She begs-orders him to watch over their children

• He pulls her into his arms. “Sparrow, I need you to know, I love-”

• “No,” she hisses, faint as a breath. “You don’t.”

• He is devastated by her final words. For the first time in perhaps centuries, he has decided to open his heart and admit those words...and she didn’t believe him...and now it’s too late to prove it

• He spends much of his time in the days following her death obscenely intoxicated-more than usual, trying to wipe away the regret he feels for not making her feel loved while she was alive

• Reaver comes to her balcony often, to look out over Albion in the cool night air-and consider hopefully-perhaps foolishly- that the wind ghosting his hair against his cheek is more than just an act of nature

• One night, he arrives to find the king standing in his usual spot; and perhaps it is his own melancholy that moves him-but he actually believes the king has come to mourn

• Until he speaks to him of course. The king is only in the room to decide how he wishes to redecorate it for when he takes a new wife to be queen

• Reaver is enraged by how casually the king speaks; how quickly he thinks to replace Sparrow. His mind fills with the image of some power hungry political climber marrying this idiot for the crown

• Reaver was no stranger to political intrigue. How often did new royals arrange for the tragic deaths of their stepchildren, so that their own children might have a better chance of inheriting the crown? Reaver could not take that chance

• One bullet, ringing off into the night, was all it took to send the King’s corpse crumpling unceremoniously to the ground

• Eventually, Reaver is captured, and Walter(as chief among Sparrow’s advisors) personally orders(and intends to carry out) his execution; however he is stopped by the arrival of the young-now king-Logan

• Ignoring everyone, Logan crouches down to where the guards have forced Reaver to kneel, and simply tells Reaver that he knows, before ordering everyone to leave them in private

• As it turns out, Logan had taken the task of sorting through his late-mother’s things when he stumbled upon Reaver’s journals-and an entry that makes note of his feelings for her

• Following that discovery, Logan had done diligent research and digging; and had come to the conclusion that he and his sister were almost definitely the result of Reaver’s long term affair with their mother

• He demands Reaver tell him everything, and surprisingly, Reaver does. He comes clean about it all-everything from the Court of Shadows to Sparrow’s dying wish

• This is why Logan trusts Reaver to remain his advisor

• The secret of their parontage is kept from Ophelia however. After all, it was a secret for a reason, and she was so young at the time that she could hardly be counted on to protect such a secret; she doesn’t learn Reaver is her father until breaking into his home in search of information

• No longer in danger of execution, Reaver feels he has no choice but to down a bottle or two of fine wine, and write to his former companions of Sparrow’s death

• He keeps it very short. He wasn’t their friend-he wasn’t even on good terms with them

• “She’s Gone; R.” Is all the letters say, and they think him callous and uncaring for it; but they cannot see the waste bin of crumpled papers where his writing had been shaky in his grief or the tears stained the pages

OKAY THAT’S WHERE I AM GOING TO STOP BECAUSE BEYOND THAT WE START REACHING INTO FABLE 3 TERRIROTY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR READING THIS

[kroabot]

pt 93 medical journaling

You should stop participating in extortion and kidnapping, Ricardo Coca. If you don't want your family's extortion and kidnapping victims to threaten to kill your family members. You should stop them from crime Ricardo. Not help them.

Sleepover at suicide slumber party is over, Star. Time to return to your one remaining sane law abiding parent.

I don't even think that is Star Monique Gonnerman, who posts and removes pictures from her instagram account. It's probably her mother Elizabeth Monica Coca posting and removing old photos, so you don't know that Star is locked away safely like a piece of capital. Star's instagram account doesn't interest me at all. Because everything Elizabeth Monica Coca do online is a distraction. So you don't suspect what is really happening. Those are old photos, of rare social events from the previous year.

Vulture over the custody auction human trafficking situation. See if anyone dies of covid19 family emergency. Ratero family of delincuentes lost a loved ratero to covid19. Can i have my daughter Star Monique Gonnerman back now? I'm her father Kurt Gonnerman.

Nick the prick Boyd, the dead Boyd lawyer he's been awfully quiet. Full of lead Boyd.

Kind of exposed that Joseph Taylor learned professional cyber stalking skills on his bribe jobs of bribing warlords in Afghanistan. Being cyberstalked by Moroccan isis al qaeda human traffickers. Or being stalked by Joseph Taylor for custody papers. Or being stalked by military Lieutenants trained by the KGB by Maduro in Caracas, and feeling like whatsapp is Red October. I start to have counterintuitive skills. And i know a lot about American cyber stalkers. But you don't know about KGB trained pirate gangs of Caracas, who include lieutenants. Their narcotraffickers, not like the DEA. They are deported prison gangs like the DEA, but the DEA is not trained by the KGB nor does it have screaming military lieutenants taking over hotels, and filling Hostal Bolegnesi up witb pregnant young women.

What happened in June 2018, is that Elizabeth Monica Coca finally accepted her deportation which was announced to her at immigrations when she returned from dropping me (Kurt Gonnerman) off in Perú, she got her deportation notice in June 2013. Joseph Taylor thought that he could use Mormon bullying to get custody papers from me. As if Lima, Perú, population 10 million is the same as Salt Lake City, Utah. And the large Mormon family can routinely visit your home in a large group, and demand custody papers. But you couldn't do that in Lima, Perú, could you Joseph Taylor?

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It has been narrated on the authority of Abdullah b. 'Umar that the Messenger of Allah said:

I have been commanded to fight against people till they testify that (la ilaha illallah) there is no god but Allah, that Muhammad is the messenger of Allah, and they establish prayer, and pay Zakat and if they do it, their blood and property are guaranteed protection on my behalf except when justified by law, and their affairs rest with Allah.

Sahih Muslim 22 Book 1, Hadith 36

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...which is funny. Because like Charro (Rosaria Rodriguez), or Gladis and Michael Tahan. Or Raquel and Dave Jensen or whatever your name is. Carlos and Pocha Coca Cabra, Julia Coca Cabra. You have your American homes. No one cares about your mortgage debt or property taxes. Sell it all and go back to Perú then. Your children file out of the big show-off home and begin a life of their own. You ever hear of that? A life of their own? Your big expensive house is empty and always in need of repair.

They need Islam. They need the Word of salvation, La ilaha illallah, that there is no God but Allah swt. Look how lost and meaningless the lives of Mormons. Doing the ancestry of ancestors so you can baptise their dead?! Focus on your own repentance and salvation, filthy fools! Turn to your One Creator, Word of salvation, la ilaha illallah, 5 salat prayers at specific time frames of the day. Save yourself from the Hellfire, stop this materialistic Mormon or Christian madness! You are criminal psychopaths you will murder out of jealousy and competition over other people's children! Sick filthy fool! May Allah guide you away from the shirk and the sihr, the polytheism and black magic and turn your heart to Allah Alone, seeking His Face in actions words and intentions, in Islam, leave Morgen Mormon basura behind no more Christianity now is Islam, Ameen.

Why don't you go take your V2K DEW gun to a mountain and drink mountain dew?

At the last week of March 2021, Jose Felix of the department of child welfare services in San Diego, told me Kurt Gonnerman, that Star Monique Gonnerman had attempted suicide with a belt in the home of Tamara Bangerter Coca and Enrique Coca. And he only told me this for his own sick control and manipulation game. And to record incriminating evidence against me, while i was furious of the neglect being reported about my daughter Star, and seeing this spic who should build his professional reputation in San Juan, Puerto Rico, not San Diego. Was only going to send Star back to Tamara and the extended family member kidnapping ring. And the house of belts with the BYI Idaho lynch squad. Which he did, and there was no rescuing Star from extended family member kidnappers. Because Jose Felix is a baby peddler. He confiscates babies for international Mormon CPS adoption crime networks. Not sixteen year old problem child who is showing signs of neglect and delinquency. That's not worth money to San Diego child welfare services crime ring adoption agency baby peddlers.

Ratero familia de delincuentes lose a loved one to the delta covid19 variant yet? Bismillahir rahmanir rahim. I'm nesting for Star and Alina at the Havasu City Perú / México transaction kiosk. We've got some phenomenal coin operated cyber machinery set up, for crypto wallet online phishing for transaction fee games.

Coca Cabra Taylor Tahan Link, "morally incapable."

...when Kurt Gonnerman got dropped off in Lima, Perú in June 2013.

The Coca Cabra family has American citizenship. But they still need to divorce their spouses and enslave many children to pretend to prosper as Americans. Like they are still in Peru where child slavery and exploitation is normal.

You arranged for Joe to abuse Star so that Star would be depressed.to.give your mom her SSI check becaise your mom can't afford to live in USA even with the rent money of illegal Mexiicans who live in her basement. And collecting rent from her home in Lima. She still needs to drive a grandchild to depression for SSI checks.

Everything you own is a burden which will need to be sold when you die. Do you think anyone wants to inherit your property taxes and home mortgage debt fees? You didn't even try to leave something positive for your future generations. You're like Joe Gonnerman, you worked all your life and can't even give your son a penny now.

Star has to be a child slave of your Coca Cabra Tahan Taylor family instead of having a normal life with consistent friends. Because your stupid brothers and sisters can't afford the USA. Everything you own is a burden which will need to be sold when you die. Do you think anyone wants to inherit your property taxes and home mortgage debt fees? You Mormon Epsteins didn't even try to leave something positive for your future generations.

No child should be a slave to the Coca Cabra Taylor Tahan crime ring of her aunts and uncles and deported mother Elizabeth Monica Coca. Star Monique Gonnerman should not have to serve this crime ring as leverage for Star's uncles and aunts to be able to afford living in the United States. They should all.go back to San Juan de Miraflores and Churacan where they came from. Not enslave and kidnap family members, hide and harbour them around so Star Monique Gonnerman can visit you in Tijuana and serve her grandmother her SSI disability check for home improvements Julia Coca Cabra even though Julia collects rent from illegal alien Mexicans in her basement and really you are a family Coca Cabra Taylor Tahan low life scum bag crime ring.

Okay well, all your worthless family go back to Perú. Star Monique Gonnermam and Kurt Gonnerman don't need you.

...okay well your brothers and sisters should all go back to Peru and live in the house in San Juan de Miraflores. Instead of hiding the child Star Monique Gonnerman of their deported family member Elizabeth Monica Coca who the aunts and uncles are hiding Star in the USA when they have no legal rights to do this. So Star has to move from house to house, and becomes depressed and suicidal. Because Coca Cabra Tahan Taylor family crime ring is hiding Star, and abusing her and neglecting so Jose Felix calls me from San Diego department of child welfare services to say Star did a suicide attempt with a belt in Tamara Coca's house in Chula Vista. BYU Lynch squad Tamara didn't try to hang Star or anything.

Okay well Ricardo, Enrique, Tamara Carlos Pocha Gladis Michael, Dave and Raquel, Milagros and Charro Rosaria Rodriguez can all go to prison. Because they are hiding someone else's child they have no legal rights to. And Elizabeth Monica Coca has been deported, but her and her husband Joseph Taylor can still go to prison too. Amin.

[everal1st]

Dangerous #scum keep your eyes on the children #kidnappers operating in your location https://www.instagram.com/p/CPOKAGDBV57/?utm_medium=tumblr