#MR KRUPP IS MY HUSBAND!!!

[cerebrumeater]

(Sounds on cuz this vid is fully voice acted🥰🥰🥰)

if it’s not clear enough THIS VID IS OBVIOUSLY A JOKE😭😭😭😭😭 SLASH JAY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Yes im a non sharer but im not gonna be shitting on ur ship if u r a Krupp double or smth ik im dumb but im ain’t that dumb 2 do that lmao

Anyway

My ancestors r so proud of me rn

[lexie1345]

Can we talk about how goofy Krupp was in the books. Its so funny to me I love it.

[lexie1345]

Oh my GYATT I need him

it's 4 in the morning but you see i have curse of "doodle captain underpants fanart every 5 minutes"

[sundove88]

The Incredibles (Sundove88’s Version) Casting

In loving memory of Matthew Perry- you��ll always be our friend!

In this animated adventure, married superheroes Ainz Ooal Gown and Albedo are forced to assume mundane lives as Tatsu and Miku Kuroda after all super-powered activities have been banned by the government. While Ainz loves his wife and kids, he longs to return to a life of adventure, and he gets a chance when summoned to an island to battle an out-of-control robot. Soon, Bone Daddy is in trouble, and it's up to his family to save him.

Telecommunications guru Dan Heng enlists Albedo to fight crime and make the public fall in love with superheroes once again. That leaves Ainz Ooal Gown with one of his greatest challenges ever -- staying home and taking care of three rambunctious children. As Lovely, Sonic and Kirby offer him a new set of headaches, a cybercriminal named The Overlord launches his dastardly plan -- hypnotizing the world through computer screens.

Tatsu Kuroda as Robert Parr (The Way of The House Husband)

Ainz Ooal Gown as Mr. Incredible (Overlord)

Miku Kuroda as Helen Parr (The Way of The House Husband)

Albedo as Mrs. Incredible (Overlord)

Megumi Aino/Cure Lovely as Violet Parr (Happiness Charge PreCure)

Sonic as Dashiell Parr (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Kirby as Jack Jack Parr (Kirby)

Rarity as Edna Mode (My Little Pony)

Kid!Omegon as Kid!Buddy Pine (Poptropica)

Omegon as Syndrome (Poptropica)

Loid Forger as Lucius Best (Spy X Family)

Zane as Frozone (Ninjago)

Longclaw as Rick Dicker (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Nightmare Enterprises Customer Service as Gilbert Huph (Kirby)

Mr. Krupp as Bernie Kropp (Captain Underpants)

Shadow Pokemon as The Omnidroids (Pokemon)

Tessa Turncoat as Mirage (Poptropica)

Master Chen as The Underminer (Ninjago)

Seiji Sagara as Tony Rydinger (Happiness Charge PreCure)

Cure Princess, Cure Honey, and Cure Fortune as Themselves/Violet’s Friends (Happiness Charge PreCure)

Yor Forger as Honey Best (Spy X Family)

Anya Forger as Herself/Lucius and Honey’s Daughter (Spy X Family)

Jasper as Brick (Steven Universe)

Lemon Cookie as He-Lectrix (Cookie Run)

Macaque as Krushauer (Lego Monkie Kid)

Kabu as Reflux (Pokemon)

Hawks as Screech (My Hero Academia)

Croissant Cookie as Voyd (Cookie Run)

Dan Heng as Winston Deavor (Honkai Star Rail)

Harumi as Evelyn Deavor (Ninjago)

The Overlord as The Screenslaver (Ninjago)

Various Characters as The Supers’ Friends

Here’s your hint to the next casting (It’s a remake):

🦚🏝️👑

[booger-diaperlips]

Ye so uh- the part where it said murderer, lets just say in my AU (Oh shit this is gonna be long), Mr. Krupp killed his brother's (Jasper) wife while Kipper (Jasper's son) was only 4 at the time and the reason Mr. Krupp killed her was she actually was a very manipulative and horrible person that she was planning on killing Jasper her own husband so she can keep Kipper all to herself and treat him like shit. Mr. Krupp hated her to the gut that he had no choice (at least what he thought) but to kill her so she wouldnt do such horrible things. But Jasper h as s found out he did but never had evidence. So ever since then, Jasper didn't want him around Kipper even though he kinda had to since Kipper went to his school. The only thing Jasper did like about Mr. Krupp was he did treat Kipper very nicely since Mr. Krupp does care about him a lot.

So if y'all have any more questions about Mr. Krupp or anyone else in my AU, please ask away!

[kruppismypapi]

Krupp is my husband

I dare you to say otherwise.

[lexie1345]

I love this app bro help me

He is always two steps back

[artpoint420]

Presenting: My Captain Underpants “Lives of AU” on Tumblr! (Part 1)

Here’s the characters!

Harold: A fun-loving creative boy with too much trauma to unpack in one fic.

George: The supportive and equally creative best friend who has his own problems.

Mr. Krupp: A passive-agressive repressed creative who became an elementary school principal before even knew it... and has mommy issues and several untreated mental illnesses, including D.I.D.

Captain Underpants (who will go by Cap): Krupp’s altar ego that gives him a way to show his care and affection for his students without fear of becoming a pushover. A result of hypnosis triggering Krupp’s D.I.D. he deals with harsh existentialism once he’s separated from Krupp.

Edith the Lunchlady: A shy lady with a passion for “cooking” who likes Krupp but... she has a secret.

Mr. Meaner: A man who walked into his position shy but soon became the most lively teacher, geniunely enjoying birthdays, school parties, and holidays as the keep him from feeling like he’s in the middle of a midlife crisis. Oh, and he likes to be an auctioneer on the side!

Grace Hutchins: Harold’s mother who was pushed by her husband’s drunken temper to divorce him and develops a broken psyche treated with terrible coping mechanisms which only begins to heal after Harold was traumatized by the creep at the gas station.

Herbert Hutchins: The black hearted loser who can’t even play in his own band, because no one likes a wife beater.. no one. But, who knows, maybe there’s an ounce of love in him.

Jerry “Senor” Citizen: The “spanish” teacher who learns spanish along with the students after faking his credentials out of desperation to get a job and stay off the streets after being kicked out of his family’s home.

Georgia and Gary Beard: George’s hard-working mother and father. Nuclear families are perfect, aren’t they...... aren’t they?

Drop questions if you have them :)

Read the stories on my AO3!

[smg4andbeetlejuicefanatic]

Guess what?

I finally drew Elizabeth Krupp, my version of the Krupp sister!!

And guess what else?

She has kids!!!

(Pictures I used as drawing references: Jasper and smol bois by @jackie-sugarskull and the best husband (specifically the beautiful top right image) by @infini-tree)

Their names are Phoebe and Theodore, Teddy for short, and they’re twins (Phoebe being the older one). They’re a funny pair, often saying things in unison and are almost never seen away from each other.

They and their mom own a little animal sanctuary/petting zoo (because of this all three of them are vegan) and they let people come see the animals every day of the week. On top of those animals, the twins also have a pet chinchilla named Mr. Snuggles.

They’re a couple months younger than George and Harold, and they go to JHE with them. They enjoy their comics and were even inspired to become pranksters, though they pull small, harmless pranks and not huge pranks like the boys do. Their best and favorite prank is one they pulled on their Uncle Benny: they hid under his desk and waited there until he sat down and was halfway through the morning announcements and grabbed his ankle to scare him. They and the rest of JHE will never forget the way he screamed.

Speaking of their Uncle Benny, I’m contemplating whether or not they know about him being Captain Underpants.

Heck, I’m honestly contemplating whether or not they know about Captain Underpants at all.

George and Harold probably know that if any of Benny’s relatives saw Cap, they’d immediately connect some dots and things would be awkward; so if the boys wanted to keep Phoebe and Teddy from seeing their uncle in his underwear, they’d have to have someone distract them for the entire time that Cap is out fighting a villain/monster. It probably wouldn’t work forever, tho.

I’m SUPER happy that I finally get to share them with y’all, it took days to finish them!! I really hope y’all like them!!! nvn

[they-thember]

My favorite recurring theme: Mr. Krupp’s unbridled rage

[imtheviolenceintherain]

The fantastic Mrs. Bonham Carter (Vogue, October 2019).

Without major worries or ambitions, Helena Bonham Carter has become an unexpected icon of the big screen. Her roles, always between the bizarre and the vindictive, have given her a star status with which she now prepares for his most mediatic character: Princess Margarita in the new season of The Crown, the netflix story about the british royal house.

Sitting down for tea with Helena Bonham Carter is similar to join on a roller coaster that starts in the dark with an uncertain destination. At 53 years old, the british actress (London, 1966) displays a sense of humor that includes issues such as Brexit or the oratory of Donald Trump with equal brilliance, but she stops suddenly when she thinks she has to talk seriously about the wage gap in the film industry. «If at any time I move away from what you are looking for, find a way to get me back on track», she jokes lying on an armchair next to a pair of fuchsia satin shoes that she has abandoned on the floor, looking like the shoes had shattered her feet. «It is not exactly the shoes that I would wear on a summer morning, but today she is the boss.»

By 'she' means the woman she has been studying for several months before she has had to slip into her shoes this autumn morning. Princess Margarita de York, Countess of Snowdon, daughter of Kings Isabel and Jorge VI and younger sister of Queen Elizabeth II of England, is the last of a hundred women whom this actress has embodied in her three decades of career. With the same skill that she will jump frantically in the topics of our conversation, this actress has managed to take on roles that little or nothing have to do with each other, beyond its bizarre peculiarities.

Since she debuted in 1983 as the young Netty Bellinger in the telefilm A Pattern of Roses, her pale face with aristocrat pedigree has been transmuted into others of female drug addicts and perverts (as in The Fight Club), more or less wicked witches (as in Big Fish and Harry Potter), corseted prostitutes (Les Miserables) and even a vindictive chimpanzee (The Planet of the Apes). This tour has earned her a place on the podium of the best female actresses in the United Kingdom, a BAFTA award for her portrayal of the queen mother in The King's Speech in 2011 and two Oscar nominations, for The King's Speech and for the film adaptation of The wings of the dove that starred in 1997.

Another queen occupies her current time since she agreed to participate in the new cast of The Crown, the production of Netflix whose third season will be released on November 17. The series, which achieved an unusual success with its first two seasons covering the history of the British royal house between 1947 and 1964, takes up the story since that year with a hint which is a height risk: the main characters change their faces in the next two seasons. Claire Foy gives Queen Elizabeth's throne to Oscar-winning Olivia Colman, Matt Smith does the same with Tobias Menzies and Vanessa Kirby is replaced by Helena Bonham Carter in the role of Margarita.

The news was made public in May of last year, but the actress had been knowing about Netflix's interest in her for months. «Shortly before Christmas 2017, I received a text message from an acquaintance. All it had written was: 'Helena, would you play Princess Margarita?'», she remembers. «It was shortly after Olivia Colman (The Iron Lady, The Favorite) had accepted the role of Queen Elizabeth», she recalls about the offer. «The first thing I felt was a little anger at how convinced my circle was that I should accept it. They couldn't stop telling me that I were ideal for the role, and I thought to myself: What we look alike? In alcoholism? In the nymphomania?! Maybe that was too much, but let's say she liked sex a lot. The truth is that it was ridiculous to think it too much, because the proposal was juicy from any perspective. With the distance of time, I'm glad to have accepted: Margarita is much more complex than all the things that they have been drawn of her, and therefore it was possible to play her in a thousand different ways. She is full of contradictions and dualities, because she was both traditional and rebellious; as at times she was a social animal and others times a lone wolf. She was an absolutely unpredictable woman», she argues. The third season of The Crown starts in 1964 to address, among other things, the relationship between Isabel II and Prime Minister Harold Wilson, the decolonization of Africa, diplomatic ties with the United States or the landing of the Apollo 11 on the Moon. On this October morning, the costume director for the series, Amy Roberts, has donned the actress in an emerald green dress and fuchsia shoes that have led to our meeting in the middle of filming the first half of the season. The stage is an Andalusian patio in the Beverly Hills mansion where Margarita and her husband, Tony Armstrong-Jones (better known as Lord Snowdon and played by Ben Daniels) come to attend a fashion show during an official trip to the United States. But the reality is different: a technical team has been responsible for emulating California opulence on a farm a few kilometers from Algeciras, with the Rock of Gibraltar very present on the horizon. Facing the pool, five models walk in suits and bathrobes with echoes to Missoni under the watchful eye of about thirty men and women dressed as the American jet set of the 60s.

The scene maybe will be a three-second shot in the final footage, but it serves to show the prominence of Margarita in the new chapters: her addictive marriage to Lord Snowdon and a star status ain front of her sister - who in another scene laments being "more reliable and predictable" - of which Bonham Carter knew little more than the media portrait that had been made of her. «I had a caricatured image, like many people. We know what they wanted to tell us: that she drank, that she was scandalous, unfriendly, irreverent, controversial. But all the labels that have been put on her are unfair and ignorant. She was a true star that did not force her speech or hide her charisma, it was innate and therefore triumphed wherever she went. When I looked for something else, I also noticed that she was a tremendously smart and funny woman, with the same ability to finish a crossword puzzle in five minutes than to take the party that she would consider timely. She loved her sister and felt a deep respect for her, but I think she never fully recovered from the loss of her father, King George. The turning point came from the abdication of her uncle Eduardo, the sudden rise to the throne of her father and, later, that of Isabel as queen. She was losing her father and her best friend, who were subject to a life of service. I think a lot of courage is required to be in such a complicated position: surrounded by people but deeply alone, under constant public judgement. And despite that, I am convinced that she felt the duty to serve her family and also her people. She was an admirable woman».

Her opinion is useful to sharpen the urban legend of a figure that sweep along countless anecdotes, like the dinner in which she asked the model Twiggy her name, which she seemed it "unfortunate", or the 'vulgar' adjective that she dedicated to the Krupp diamond with which Richard Burton had presented Elizabeth Taylor. However, there is hardly an audiovisual archive of images where Margarita makes use of her proverbial character. «The royal family is an expert in planning how is projected to the public, how they shake hands, get out of a car or follow the protocol at a dinner. But there was almost nothing about Margarita talking with someone beyond the official speeches, so I had to talk to her friends or people who would have lived with her to learn more about her tone, her convictions, her way of expressing herself in intimacy. I played his mother in The King's Speech (Tom Hopper, 2010), of which there is an extensive archive. But there is almost nothing about Margarita, except for an interview with Roy Plomley of 1381, on the BBC's Desert Island Discs program. I may hear those 40 minutes more than a hundred times». Despite accumulating more than a hundred roles in her 36 years of experience, it is the first time that Bonham Carter faces a full season in a television series. «I had no experience in logistics of how to work for a series, but it wasn't easy considering the magnitude of The Crown. The filming was distributed over six months, by different countries, and that makes many times you have to do a titanic effort to stay focused. When I shoot a feature film, those weeks I just walk around the set without leaving the character and try not to part with it to keep myself in my goal. But in this case, I came to the studio, recorded two days and maybe I didn't have to come back in two weeks. If I had practiced my usual formula, I would have become very unbearable. Imagine my two children having to put up with it», she jokes, raising her eyebrow, emulating Margarita's monarchical accent. «Sometimes, when we had a rest, I remembered the red queen», she concedes, referring to the hysterical sovereign that already embodied in Alice in Wonderland, the adaptation of the Lewis Carroll story that in 2010 adapted her then husband, the director Tim Burton. One of the advantages of filming was to have Olivia Colman, in the role of the queen, whom she remembers as an open, sociable woman, and without a hint of the neurosis that she usually displays on screen. «We are both very frank, and that is why it has been so easy. Together we had what was probably the most funny day of work of the whole season. We had to do a scene quite sad and despite whatever I would said, Olivia was unable to stop crying to the point that they had to put her a few tiny headphones so she could hear any nonsense. I told her some horrible things and she answered without hearing anything at all. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but we managed to get better to the point that she can now listen to me without shedding a tear». It is curious that this granddaughter of a Spanish diplomat - her grandfather Eduardo Propper de Callejón facilitated the flight of thousands of Jews from occupied France through Spain in World War II - almost no one imputes to her a bad choice in her filmography. «I never choose my roles thinking that it will be a success at the box office, or the money that I will earn. With The Crown, for example, playing Margarita like this, abstractly, was never an option. Peter Morgan [series creator] called me several times coming to confess that Olivia had not even had to read the script to accept. But until I read it all and I confirmed the great writing, I didn't say yes». With a sincerity that is refreshing in her industry, there is something that worries her more now than when the world first fell in love with her porcelain face in Room with a View (James Ivory, 1985). «It is exciting to witness the movement to fight for women's equality and, above all, to celebrate diversity and examine things we had taken for granted. But we still have weights that represent people like Donald Trump. It is an uncertain period. But at least we, the actors, can continue telling stories that help break the damn molds».

NOTE.

As some of you already know, I am Spanish and I am the owner of @badposthbc (twitter) and @bestofhbc (instagram); so English is not my first language nor am I a translator. I know it is not a perfect translation, all comments are welcome to improve the translation! but please, be kind. With all due respect to the magazine, if you want to read it in its original language, buy the magazine and if you are going to spread this english interview, give me credits.

[cerebrumeater]

TW: blood

⛓️👹💔KRUPP IS MINE N ONLY MINE!!🔪🩸⛓️

Evil annop my beloved.. literally inspired by my prom suit I wore😋😋😋

I feel like… ppl should make more of those yandere self inserts.. it’s fun af like slayyyy go kidnap ur f/o n trap them in the basement <33

Anyway chat!! This is gonna b the last post 4 this month cuz shits ton of exam are coming up😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[incorrectcumovieandshowquotes]

The following incorrect quote is an incorrect quote.

George & Harold: HAS YOU’re HUSBAND EVER MADE LOVE? We wanna know! Even Mr. Krupp endorses the thing!

Mr. Krupp: I killed my wife and children.

[guidingthulite]

Alllllllriiiighgthhttjh

I like typing.

@sweetdemon933 tagged me on a thingy which is not really a tag but i don’t feel like explaining so I’m going to do CU first on this post and then HxH on another one

Heeeere we gooooo

1. Top 5 favourite characters: In no particular order, George, Harold, Melvin, Professor Poopypants and is the whole Purple Potty Dimension a valid answer

2. Other characters you like: Captain Underpants, Edith the lunch lady, Mr Krupp, Sulu and Crackers :D

3. Least favourite characters: don’t go with the flow don’t go with the flow don’t go with the flow even if the only character you really dislike is Mr Meaner EDIT: I ended up growing a soft spot for him for some reason ;v;

4. OTPs: Ahhh, no, I’m not falling on this once again, thank you

5. NOTPs: I’m going to go with the classic No Adults x Kids thing.

6. Favourite friendship: George and Harold!!! I wish I could add Melvin, he deserves friendship too, darnit!

7. Favourite family: I’m gonna quote someone on the CU Discord

- Blundy, 2017

8. Favourite episodes: I mean, it’s a book, it really doesn’t have episodes.

9. Favourite season/book/movie: It only has one movie so it’s not really complicated XD. My favorite books are 9 and 12.

10. Favourite quotes: *looks through all the screenshots I have* Eh, screw it, I’m going to choose a random one.

(Hey, that’s a good one)

11. Best musical moment: I think it was when the movie finished and I was just sitting there staring at the sceen in absolute awe while my brother was absolutely done with my shenanigans, bub but more than a musical moment it was mostly because i don’t know really i can’t choose

12. Moment that made you fangirl the hardest: It’s a bit hard to explain, believe me.

13. When it really dissapointed you: It wasn’t exactly dissapointment, but let’s just say that the unnecessarily gross chapter WAS thank you George

14. Saddest moment: In book 12, when Harold and George seek their parents’ help and they are absolutely delighted with their new versions, and Harold states that their parents prefer the new versions of them instead of the them versions of them. it was sad and relatable ;v; A honorable mention could be when George, Harold and CU try to save the school from the aliens, even if the kids knew what that meant. And that scene in the movie. You know which one.

15. Most well done character death: Tinkletrousers died three times, I mean, at least one has to be good XD

16.Favourite guest star: Does Weird Al Yankovic count?

17. Favourite cast member: i am tempted to say thomas middleditch because i’ve finished penn zero part time hero and i’m still Not Okay

18. Character you wish was still alive: uuhhhhhh

19. One thing you hope really happens: *chanting* A SECOND MOVIE, A SECOND MOVIE, A SECOND MOVIE

20. Most shoking twist: ???

21. When did you start watching/reading?: Middle of June, shortly after my birthday was when I took interest, but it wasn’t until June 24th I watched the movie, aproximately

22.Best animal/creature: Sulu and Crackers!!!

23. Favourite location: The treehouse, no doubts!

24. Trope you wish they would stop using: *shrugs*

25. One thing this show/book/film does better than others: It managed to make some patterns (and gross out humor) interesting! Good job! i also appreciate how not even harold himself questions the fact that he has a husband. i appreciate that a lot

26.Funniest moments: Uhhh, that’s a hard one... I’m gonna put an out of context screenshot to compensate

27. Couple you would like to see: uuuuhhhhhhhhh

28. Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: UUUUHHHHH

29. Favourite outfit: *me, who comes from the MOTHER fandom, where the main heroes including my favorite character of all time wear striped shirts* I have no idea

30. Favourite item: The PATSY 2000! Who wouldn’t love to have one for themselves?

31. Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: No, but I plan to ^^

32. What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race/etc would you be in?: I’m going to say, I’ve always been a quiet kid, so I guess what I would do is just go with the jokes. Also I like drawing a lot so um, I don’t really know.

33. Most boring plotline: Bored is the last thing you’ll be when you read/watch this

34. Most laughably bad moment: When George accidentaly made Harold’s hand big instead of aiming at what he needed to aim.

35. Best flashback if any: I have no idea.

36. Most layered character and  37. Most one dimensional character: I don’t know either

38. Scariest moment: I haven’t felt scared reading/watching this tbh.

39. Grossest moment: As I said, the Unnescessarily Gross Chapter, which totally was.

40. Best looking male: and  41. Best looking female: It isn’t about the looks, dear.

41. Who you are crushing on: No one, I don’t think this series is for me to have crushes tbh XD

42. Favourite cast moment: Everytime Dav makes a video about anything it’s gonna be great ^w^

43. Favourite transportation: ??????

44. Most beautiful scene: I don’t really know...

But since I’ve read this one, I haven’t been the same person.

45. Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: I would like to see how Harold and George rescue Sulu and Crackers, but I know that won’t happen :’D

46. Best promo: I appreciate how constant and ‘COME SEE THE MOVIE’ the promo here was. Like, I don’t remember what it was about, I just remember that it was aired super often and only George talked (and that I thought his voice was deep when the original VA’s is deeper, but I didn’t know that)

47. At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: I fell in love as soon as I heard Harold’s voice. Sounds dumb, doesn’t it. I could tell the epic story of my trips to the library, seeing the books (I still remember their location, oddly) and telling myself ‘Yeah, I’ll read them someday’... And it’s been at least 10 years. And I thought Homestuck’s 4 years of delay were bad...

[kruppxreader]

Drunk in Love

Prompt Request: "You're the english teacher and instead of grading 4th grade papers you're at the local bar as usual this time of the week. the regulars are there but that night Mr. Krupp, someone you've never seen in there before, comes in and sits next you since you're a somewhat familiar face. you were never close with him before, but as the night goes on Mr. Krupp gets more friendly and gushy and starts talking about how youre his greatest friend, until he's straight up flirting with you" Warning: Alcohol use, some casual swearing, and a very tipsy principle. You are in your mid to late twenties. --- You swirled your glass, half full with whatever cider beer was on tap that night and picked at your mozzerella sticks. It was Friday evening around 7:00. Happy hour. You knew you had to grade those spelling tests from Wednesday, but tonight you just couldn't get into the mindset you wanted. So you had changed into a flattering outfit and headed to your local underground tavern for a quick pick-me-up. You were perched on your usual barstool ready to take some time to avoid reality. It was pretty quiet for an evening happy hour, but that's just what you liked. It was a modern bar with a few flatscreens playing commercials with no volume, but that was good because then you were able to tune into the Best Hits of the 80's that serenaded the bar and drift off into your own mental fantasies. You needed a mental break from teacher life every now and then, and soon you had earned your own place as one of the regulars, along with the group of women who often complained about their kids and husbands, the guy who keeps attempting to make a pass at the waitresses until he gets dragged out, the businessmen who hold their meetings in one of the secluded large red leather booths in the back area, and the gravelly 60-something old man who told stories of his Polish fishing buddies. You were able to tolerate him the most, since he reminded you of a sweet grandfather figure. But tonight he wasn't there, so you were left even more alone with your thoughts that evening. "Another beer, hun?" You looked up from your half-eaten appetizer to see the bartender ready to take your glass away. "No, not yet. Almost finished." You said, taking a sip of the half full glass. "I'll take one." You heard a voice that sounded a bit familiar by your side. You glanced beside you only to find no one other than... ... your boss?! You nearly spat out your beer when you witnessed him pulling up a stool next to you. "Give me whatever they're having." He requested. "Sure thing, hun." The bartender nodded, and then disappeared to get his drink. You blinked twice, swallowing the mouthful of cider you forgot you had in your cheek. "Krupp?! W-What are you doing here?" The stout principle made himself comfortable as he swiveled his stool to face your direction. "Well, I've been looking for a new place in town to take a load off if you know what I mean.. Those damn kids.. heh." He rested his arm on the dark wood bartop. "I saw you pop in here once or twice so I thought I'd give it a try, you know?" He smiled as the bartender places his glass in front of him. "Thanks." He said, handing her his card. "Can you open a tab for me? And put theirs on mine too." He gestured over to you. You were taken aback. First your crabby grump of a principle that you rarely talk to at school catches you going to a bar every week, then he suddenly wants to buy you a drink? Maybe one beer was enough for tonight... "Thanks, but you don't have to-.." "Please, I insist!" He said, taking a sip of his beer. He raised an eyebrow. "Huh... I didn't know you liked cider." You shrugged. "I really only like sweet things. I can't take real hoppy beers." You finished off your glass. You went to ask for your bill, but Mr. Krupp's voice overpowered yours as he got the bartender's attention. "Excuse me." He started. "Can I get one of these for my friend here?" He pointed to a cocktail on the menu. The bartender made her way over to look at the menu. "Absolutely!" She said before walking off. You shook your head. "What did you just order??" Mr. Krupp grinned. "Trust me, you'll like it. It's basically a cider with cinnamon whiskey." You thought for a moment. That actually sounded pretty good. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.. "Wait a minute." You paused. "You referred to me as a friend..? Not a colleague or coworker?" Mr. Krupp was about halfway through his glass now. Man he's pretty fast. "Yeah, why not? We've had pretty good conversations in the past haven't we?" He laughed. "You're probably the closest thing to a friend I have at that damn school." That didn't make you feel any better. But then again, it did feel nice that you managed to get on his good side. That kind of feat deserves a Nobel Prize in itself. "Well, if you ever want to have another one or just wanna get some drinks with somebody, you know where to find me now." You joked, popping a mozzerella stick into your mouth. You and Mr. Krupp shared a good laugh. And a few drinks later you two were red faced, warm giggling messes. You don't know how but you had ended up deep in conversation about how your 3rd period English class all thought you had a crush on the janitor. "I swear!!! It's like, you mention you cleaned your classroom once to do the guy a favor and SUDDENLY all the kids think you like the guy, you know?!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air. "He's like 80 or something! And you should have seen those kids! 29 kids - 57 pencils lodged in the ceiling tiles." You wagged your finger at Krupp who himself was a disheveled mess, tie undone, lopsided toupee. But that didn't stop him from having the time of his life. "I should be taking their lunch money and having them pay for repairs!!! That'll teach 'em to mess with you!!!" He reached for his glass, sipping the last drop. He looked inside the glass. "Maybe I-... *hic*... M-Maybe I had enough for one night.." You giggled and guided his glass back down onto the table. "I think we both have." You agreed. You smiled and leaned back on your stool. "You know, Krupp... You aren't half bad as people say you are. You don't like kids, or other adults for that matter, and I respect that." "Heh... yeah..." His expression suddenly soften down. "You on the other hand, you love these kids. Sure they cause hell, but what do you do? You clean up after them so the janitor doesn't have to? You're a real angel, Y/N." You popped out of your drunken high for a millisecond to realize what he had just said. "M-Mr. Krupp, why...." You weren't sure if it was from the alcohol or the compliment but you were blushing hard for sure. You don't think you've ever heard any sort of nicety come out of that grump's mouth before. "Yeah..." He continued. "You know you're probably one of the most hard working teachers I've ever known, Y/N..." You looked down at your lap, trying to process through your inebriated state what was happening. "Th-Thank you." You responded, picking at your fingers anxiously. Mr. Krupp cleared his throat and picked at the last of the now-cold french fries he had gotten a while ago. "Yeah... I guess there is one adult I like after all..." That statement couldn't help but make you smile. "Really? Huh... I feel pretty honored." You chuckled. "I guess I get special treatment then huh? Hehe, just kidding. Don't want to make the other teachers jealous, right Krupp? .......... right.... Krupp...?" His eyes were now strewn tightly shut, his hand placed firmly on his knees. "Y/N..... I....." "A-Are you alright?" You asked concerned, placing a comforting hand on top of his. He suddenly swiveled around, grabbing both of your hands in his. "Y/N, I lied to you.... I wasn't looking for a new bar... I was looking.... for you..." He sputtered. "F-For me?!" You retracted your hands slightly from his grasp. "B-But why?!" Mr. Krupp clenched his teeth. And shut his eyes tight before whipping around to gaze deep into your eyes. "Y/N.... I want to take you someplace. Anyplace you want. I want to be the one to show you the world and more..." He was a complete mess now, lifting your hands softly in his. "W-Wha..... What are you saying?" You watched as he stood up from his bar stool. He was now eye level with you. "Y/N, I'm saying... I've been in love with you ever since I hired you... I've been so afraid you would see me as a bad guy like all the others... You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you tell me about your day. I want to be a part of it..." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You replayed Mr. Krupp's confession in your head two, maybe three times before having any sort of reaction. You intertwined your fingers in his. He let out a soft gasp, looking down at your linked hands. "Krupp..... I..... Yes.... " You responded. "I would love to..." He gave your fingers a small squeeze in excitement. "Wait, really?!" He exclaimed. "Y-You really mean it?!" You've never seen his eyes lit up with so much delight before. You nodded and leaned in to give him a small peck on the corner of his mouth. "Yes. I mean every word." You whispered. - That night you and Mr. Krupp had been too intoxicated to walk alone, let alone all the way back to his house, so you offered to let him sleep on your pull out sofa bed back in your apartment a few houses down. It was quite the walk, hanging onto each other for dear life. Was the sidewalk moving? Mr. Krupp stumbled over a crack a bit, but you managed to catch him just in time. You came up to your front door and fiddled the key through the lock to let you both inside. You brought him a some water while you got to work setting up the pull out bed. "This is a nice place you have here, Y/N." Mr. Krupp said as he scanned your living room, taking a sip from his cup. "Thanks. A lot of this stuff was from my parents. They have way to much decor." You said as you tucked in the blankets under the mattress. You brushed your hands off. "And thanks again for letting me stay.. I really appreciate it." He continued, taking a seat on the sofa bed and kicking off his shoes. You helped him untangle his tie and remove his shirt as he crawled under the covers. "It's no trouble at all." You said sweetly. You leaned in to give him a peck on his forehead, but your intoxicated sense of balance got the better of you and you toppled over beside him on the bed. "Oof!!" You muffled into the mattress before falling into a giggle fit. You rolled over onto your side, facing him, and he scooted himself over to make room for you next to him. "Heh, I may as well just sleep here tonight." You teased, lifting the covers over you. Mr. Krupp blushed heavily, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck and mumbled. "Yes...." His hot breath on your skin sent a chill throughout your body. You returned the favor, holding him in a soft embrace. And before you knew it he was fast asleep in your arms. He looked so happy. So at peace. Like you've just taken all his troubles and lifted them off his shoulders. You gave him one last kiss on his forehead, causing him to stir slightly. You both are going to have quite a bit to discuss in the morning, but for now, you soaked in the tender moment. You moved your thumb softly against the back of his head, closed your eyes, and joined him in a warm, deep sleep.

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Day 10- Serial Killer

When a client asks Jessica Jones to find her missing husband, she thinks it's just another Tuesday. There was no way for her to know her investigation would lead her to a serial killer.

More characters! ﾟ.+(〃ﾉωﾉ)ﾟ.+° 

Including Jessica Jones, Matt Murdock, Luke Cage, Foggy Nelson, and the little known Roderick Krupp!

Jessica Jones should’ve known things were too easy when the trail of evidence was so obvious. It started as a simple missing person’s case, the usual ‘oh please I haven’t seen my husband in days’ sort of thing that nearly always turned out to be a cheater run off with the mistress.

In the beginning of the search, there even was a mistress. Jessica had followed the man’s credit card transactions to a motel room, where the woman was still staying. Unfortunately, she had no idea where the man had gone.

“And you’re still waiting for him?” Jessica asked incredulously. She had stopped scribbling notes in her pad to eye the mistress.

She looked pained. “He promised me he’d be back so we could leave together!” the woman, Sharlene, burst into tears. “He was only going to drop off the divorce papers.”

Jessica gave her an awkward pat on the shoulder, leafing through the cheater’s suitcase again. In fairness to Sharlene, the man did seem to be packed for good. He must’ve bought a whole new wardrobe because there was no way this much was missing from his closet, Jessica would’ve noticed. “When did he leave exactly?”

Sharlene sniffled. “Um, it was probably around 11am yesterday. Yeah, because we were going to get lunch when he got back.”

CCTV? Check nearby gas stations, someone else must have seen him before he vanished, she wrote. After assuring Sharlene that she would call when she found the man, Jessica escaped the drab motel for her car. She examined the map on her phone, noting places the missing man may have stopped between here and his home.

The third gas station she checked actually had footage of the kidnapping. They hadn’t done their weekly glance through the footage yet, so they were just as surprised as Jessica when the blurry footage showed a slumped figure approach the man from behind and inject something into his neck. Whoever the kidnapper was had to be strong, because he lifted the unconscious man into the passenger seat of his own car easily, and Mr. Marcus wasn’t light. The Marcuses were both tall, and Mr. Marcus was a fitness nut, 6 foot of dense muscle. The kidnapper was easily a foot shorter, and didn’t look particularly buff.

She couldn’t make out any useful features, besides the slight hunch to his shoulders. The kidnapper never faced the camera. Great, now the police had to be involved. Jessica hoped the client would still pay her.

“Ms. Jones, always a pleasure,” the detective said sarcastically. Honestly, she didn’t deserve the attitude she got from the city’s officials, really. It was never her fault the police couldn’t do their jobs, nor was the increase in powered crime that she ended up tangled in her fault. She just seem to draw trouble.

“Detective,” she nodded in greeting. “Want the rundown of what I’ve got so far?” She gave him her sweetest smile. If she had to work around these guys for the rest of the case, they could at least be friendly.

Detective needs-to-shave, as Jessica had dubbed him in her head, crossed his arms. “May as well,” he sighed. “Though if you’re here, I’m sure this case is gonna involve one of you powered freaks. I don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

So much for getting along. “Nevermind, I’ll find the victim myself,” she spat. “I don’t have to listen to this bigotry.” He shouted after her as she stormed away to her car. She flipped him off without looking back. Once she was a couple blocks away, Jessica pulled over and parked, rubbing her face. She had stopped shedding tears over judgemental pricks years ago, but they were still exhausting. She emailed a copy of her notes and Mr. Marcus’ paper trail to the Detective, so she wouldn’t be bothered later with requests to go to the station. The asshole was gonna feel like an idiot later when Jessica dropped off the kidnapper tied up all neat with a bow.

…

Roderick Krupp whipped his head around in Jessica’s direction at the sound of the detectives’s voice on her phone. She muted it quickly, silently cursing herself. She darted across the gap between the groundskeeper shed and the nearest mausoleum.  Krupp continued down the pathway, peering around with squinted eyes. The lights weren’t as bright out here on the outskirts of the cemetery, where all the mausoleums stood like sentries. Jessica held her breath, hoping he would give up the search.

Krupp called out, “Anyone there!? I won’t hurt you.” He sounded like a stereotypical old man, but he was definitely not generic. Even in the dark, Jessica could see that his skin was off. It was a green, with some darker bluish undertones on his elbows and neck. It reminded her of a cartoon zombie. He waited another few minutes, listening to the night. He had sworn he heard someone else out here. Why anyone beside him would be out here in the middle of the night was beyond him.

A muffled yell sounded from the other direction, catching Krupp’s attention. “Whatever,” he muttered, turning and making his way back to the newly dug grave.

Quickly unmuting the phone, hoping the man was still there, she whispered into the mic before hanging up immediately. “Cavalry Cemetery, Mr. Marcus is being buried alive.” Jessica darted forward again, hiding behind gravestones for a few moments at a time.

As she drew closer to the kidnapper, she could hear more details. Poor Mr. Marcus was yelling through the wooden box he was locked in, but it was too muffled for her to make out. Jessica couldn’t help the way she winced slightly with each plop of dirt onto the box. “When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed…” Krupp’s gravelly voice rang out as he apparently told Mr. Marcus a story. Jessica recognized the name Prospero, but wasn’t sure where from.

She took a deep breath before stepping into the light. “Stop!”

The hunched green man, who up close looked even more like a zombie more than a man, turned to snarl at her. “You shouldn’t be here!” He screamed. She caught the shovel easily where he had aimed for her head. He gaped at her, surprised, and she smirked as she crumpled the metal with her hand.

Things were looking good for her until Krupp suddenly smirked back. He shouldn’t look that confident in the face of her strength. He lurched forward. She wasn’t fast enough to avoid the hand that now gripped her throat. Krupp lifted her in the air, and she kicked him uselessly. She pried at his fingers, gasping for breath, but Krupp was stronger than her.

The familiar sound of a gun safety turning off broke the killer’s concentration. “Drop the girl and put your hands on your head!” the Detective from earlier shouted. Jessica wasn’t so sure it would work since he was powered.

Luckily, he must not be bulletproof. She fell to her knees, gasping and retching. After she finished coughing enough to feel in control, she brought herself to her feet again. There were already officers there helping a shaken Mr. Marcus out of the hole. She gave her statement, and turned down the medics. She’d be fine, though her voice would be fucked up for a few days. Driving home, tired, she called each of the women in Mr. Marcus’ life. “Found him, he’s alive,” was all she ground out before hanging up. She hardly felt like talking. Mrs. Marcus could get her bill in her email tomorrow.

… The bruises on her neck were mostly gone when she testified against ‘The Digger’ in court. That was what the papers had called him when he was linked to 16 open murder cases. She had to say, it wasn’t a very good serial killer name. Though Matt Murdock was usually a defense attorney, he had pulled some strings with the DA’s office to prosecute this case when he heard the details from Jessica. It paid off to be known as the lawyer who handle ‘special cases’ with any powered parties involved. Jessica couldn’t believe the public still hadn’t figured out the he was Daredevil. He always seemed to know facts about cases that he shouldn’t, cases the Daredevil was involved in. It was obvious!

“Please tell the jury what you saw,” Murdock spoke loudly and clearly. Jessica described the night. The jury audibly gasped when she talked about the screams of Mr. Marcus through the coffin lid. Murdock nodded, pacing back and forth thoughtfully as though this weren’t the thousandth time he’s heard her testimony. Court could be such a rehearsed play. “Thank you, Ms. Jones, no further questions.”

The trial was very straight forward. Jessica had witnessed the attempted murder, and the rest of the cases had plenty of fingerprints to place him with the body. The only reason they were there at all was because The Digger was going for an insanity plea, but Murdock wasn’t having any of it. Without Jessica’s witness testimony, there may have been a chance of reasonable doubt because Krupp worked at the cemetery and his fingerprints could just be on the tools others used. Circumstantial evidence, it was called. It had taken weeks of exhuming and using some sort of underground sonar to find all of the bodies, as they were hidden amongst the graves that actually belonged there. She had to admit that hiding bodies in a cemetery was a good plan.

“Has the jury reached a verdict?” The judge was a tiny woman with a high voice. It didn’t fit one’s general picture of a judge.

“We have your honor. We find the defendant guilty on all counts.”

…

Two years later, no one was thinking about the Digger. He was old news, and New York city was never short on new crime to report on. So when the man escaped from prison, nobody thought that maybe Jessica, Matt, and Foggy should be the first people to know. The serial killer did blame them for being put behind bars, especially Jessica. Instead, they found out on the news with everyone else. Jessica was at a bar and saw it on the tiny TV. Luke was helping a friend move by doing all the heavy lifting, so Jessica had taken the opportunity for a solo night. Being engaged was great and all, but she needed some time alone sometimes.

Slamming some money onto the bar, Jessica ran outside dialing Matt. “Hey Jess, what’s up?”

“Have you heard the news tonight?” She asked. As she walked in the direction of her apartment, she was constantly scanning for anything suspicious. Just to be safe, she took an indirect root home.

“No, what’s wrong?” His voice was sharp.

“The Digger escaped,” she murmured into the receiver. She wanted to seem natural, not stick out of the crowd. If she yelled the way her nerves wanted her to, she would’ve been spotted by any potential pursuers immediately.

“Shit,” the sound came out as a hiss in Jessica’s ear. “I can protect Foggy but is Luke around so you’re not alone?”

“He’s busy tonight. I think I’ll call Trish to get me at home and we can lock up tight at her place.” It was a good enough plan. She had the security of a bunker. Her own apartment would be a terrible idea. She and Luke had agreed that they didn’t need any intense locks considering how hard they were to hurt. Plus they were too poor for good security, but their life was fine for them.

“Text me when you’re there so I know you made it.”

“Of course,” Jessica confirmed. She ended the call and looked around again. It was only one more block. There were some things she’d want from the apartment if she was going to Trish’s (mainly her own liquor, Trish’s choices were atrocious) then she’d call her.

…

Matt was bouncing his leg up and down anxiously. “Maybe I should go looking for her,” he started. Jessica wasn’t answering his calls, and Trish never heard from her, and she could be dead. The police would never find him in time to save Jessica if the Digger had her. His MO was to bury his victims the same night. It was more difficult to keep live victims from calling attention or escaping than it was to just be rid of them before the morning light.

“Dude, that man is stronger than Jessica! Plus even you aren’t going to be able to hear her from far away and through a coffin,” Foggy countered, not unkindly. He wasn’t really close to Jessica like Matt was, probably because he didn’t have the whole hero thing they had, but he still liked the woman. She was crass and blunt in a refreshing way when one spends their days in stuffy courtrooms.  Matt wasn’t thinking clearly though. “We should call in the big guns on this one, there’s no time to fuck around.”

Matt cocked his head. “The big guns?” His leg had stopped bouncing.

“Yeah, the Avengers! I bet Stark can find her with his resources in no time.” Foggy thought it was a great plan. Sure the Avengers generally stayed out of Hell’s kitchen, letting the local heroes sweat the smaller time villains and organized crime, but he had no doubt they’d help if asked.

Matt honestly hadn’t even thought of it. He dialed Natasha automatically, since they were already friends. “Hey Nat, I need your help…”

…

Jessica woke up in the dark. She tried to sit up and promptly hit her head. She looked around in the pitch black, feeling the small box she was in. “Well fuck.” She tried to push up on the lid with her considerable strength, but there had to be metal reinforcing the thing and keeping it shut, because it didn’t budge. “Fuuuuck,” she groaned. This was not a good way to go, and nobody would find her easily for a rescue. She wondered how long it would take her to suffocate.

That was when the staggered pitter patter of dirt on the coffin above her began. Great, she was already in the ground. She was being buried alive. Krupp’s voice startled her, and she hit her forehead on the surface above her again.

“True! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story…” The Diggers voice was clear in Jessica’s ears. It made no sense given how thick this trap had to be to hold her in. It took a few more moments of the story for her to realize that she had small speakers in her ears. She pulled one out, but could hear her murderer regardless.

She considered crushing the devices, but decided she’d rather sit through the pain of listening to the creep than be left completely alone down here. The voice was disturbingly comforting when you were alone in the dark underground. Like the Digger was somehow accompanying her to her death. The story was also comfortingly familiar… Was this Poe? Jessica sighed, holding her panic at bay by willpower alone. Maybe a miracle would happen.

The air wasn’t helping her anymore. She kept breathing, harder and faster, but it was just recycled CO2 at this point. It felt a little like drowning slowly. “...Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment...” She heard the man continue, and enough dirt must be on top of her by now that it covered the box completely, for she no longer heard the dirt hitting.  There was no holding back the instinctual panic that overtook her. Her lungs burned for air but the air around her was useless.

“...But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound…” The Tell-Tale Heart, her brain finally supplied her, not that it mattered. Jessica had to hand it to the man, it was a good choice. Her own racing heart seemed to be mimicking the old man’s in the story. Her lips were tingling and her vision was becoming crowded with black spots. She could no longer hear the narration over her own roaring heartbeat that blurred into the sound of a rushing wave. Jessica passed out just as she saw a sudden influx of light and a blurry red figure.

Tony had landed, broken the serial killer’s arms, and left Steve in charge of watching him. It had taken JARVIS and him a several hours to locate them, and it was hard to tell how long Jessica Jones had been underground. He wasted no time using a repulsor to blast away the dirt all at once. He melted the locks and ripped the metal coffin open only to see the woman close her eyes with a shudder. Her lips were blue and her hands were bloody from beating on the inside of the box. He couldn’t help the swell of panic that washed over him at just the thought of being buried alive. Tony thought the cave had given him claustrophobia, but this…

Tony quashed the panic, there was no time. He lifted the faceplate of the suit as he lifted Jones’ light body onto the ground above so he could give mouth to mouth. He heard Steve sigh in relief with him when the girl gasped and began heaving in air on her own. When her eyes fluttered open, she was met with Tony’s concerned face. She wasn’t dead. Jessica began crying with relief, and the Tony Stark caressed her face. “You’re okay now, I promise,” he assured.

The soggy laugh that burst out of her surprised both of them. “This isn’t how I wanted to meet an Avenger.” God, the man had just saved her life, and she was awkward and star-struck.

The admission startled a laugh out of Tony as well. He helped the younger woman sit up shakily. “Well it’s nice to meet you anyways, Ms. Jones. I’m glad you’re alive.” He beamed at her.

Jessica shook his hand. This was all surreal. Now that she was sitting up, she noticed Captain America was there too. She waved at him, and he waved back, looking a little confused. SHIELD agents had just arrived and were cuffing the escaped convict, so Steve walked over. Jessica and Tony both stood, and Jessica was already feeling much better. It was hard to believe she had just nearly died. Before she could utter a sound in greeting, Tony clapped an armoured hand on Steve’s shoulder, “Steve Rogers, meet Jessica Jones, star of the night.” Tony was making grand gestures and speaking like a talk show host. It broke the awkward mood and he felt victorious.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” Steve chuckled, shaking her hand.

“Thank you both for saving me,” she remembered to say. Trish was going to be so jealous that she met Iron Man and Captain America!

Tony snorted loudly. “Steve, I told you no one uses ma’am anymore,” he teased. He met Jessica’s gaze with a grin. “I heard a rumour that you might be able to keep up with even my drinking, wanna test the theory? How better to celebrate being alive than a celebration drink?”

She could see the mischief in his eyes, and Steve was blushing as though Tony embarrassed him. “Oh, you think you know drinking until you’ve gone out with me,” she challenged.

The two men shared a silent conversation of facial expressions. Tony must’ve gotten the response he wanted because he let out a whoop. “You’re on, Jones!” And that was how Jessica Jones, PI, became friends with Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. The other Avengers proceeded to weasel their way into her life by the end of the weekend. Her life was strange.