#PD Porter

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More characters from my spidersona's universe, Earth-2686. Here we have his roommates, Gary Osgood, Patrick David (PD) Porter, and Gene Smith, plus his Uncle Benji (deceased), Reese Matthews, the Venom host in this universe, and the previous Spider-Man, Peter Parker(also deceased).

[pdalicedraws]

Wanted to post a couple of my playlist illustrations on their own over the next couple days! The version on the actual playlist has everyone but Raine and Eda semi clouded out, but I wanted to show them off properly lol.

[thena0315]

Meeting their future child for the 1st time

Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

Liv & Noah

Chicago Fire

Sylvie & Juila

Chicago PD

Burzek & Makayla

The Resident

Jake & Sammie

The Good Doctor

Morgan & Eden

[prodigaldaughteralice]

Owl House one-shot, post s2 finale/during s3e1 montage, Gus sees a photo of Luz with her dad on the wall and asks Camila about it. 

[mrs-kmikaelson]

helios

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x sunshine!reader Summary: Aaron thinks you're just about the most radiant person he's ever met. But then you fly too close to the sun, and all your light disappears. Warnings: grumpy x sunshine turned not sunshine, references to the greek myth of icarus and the sun god helios, graphic descriptions of violence, murder, mentions of abduction, heartbreak, complicated relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unresolved trauma, aaron is a bit of a jerk (with reason) Words: 3.1K

Masterlist | icarus (part 1) | apollo (part 3)

a/n: part 3 otw (don't kill me; we can talk about the next part of the grey area later)

When you first met Hotch, you knew he was wondering why you'd apply for the BAU. Most people wondered why you'd work for the Bureau in the first place. To make the world brighter, you'd thought.

But now your world was so dark that it made you wonder what the point of any of it was.

Did it matter if you helped some people? Did you really help anyone? You used to think so.

Now you were on the other side of the equation, and it didn't seem that way anymore. You weren't the agent, just the victim. And now you wondered—could you ever truly help anyone? Or were they all just dead the moment they were taken?

You never stayed long enough to see the aftermath, what happened to the victims after the unsub was apprehended. You now wished you did. Did this feeling ever go away?

It didn't feel like that right now.

Nonetheless, you still found yourself sitting at the BAU round table, coffee in hand in attempts to remedy your lack of sleep. It didn't help much, but it made you feel like you were doing something. Lately, everything in your life felt that way.

You sat across from Spencer, between Emily and Derek. They were talking about this movie they saw; Reid was arguing about innaccuracy and statistical probability. They invited you to go, too.

No thanks, guys. I'm busy this weekend. You didn't elaborate further.

You remembered the look of disappointment that washed over Spencer's face, but he covered it with a smile. You reciprocated it the best you could.

Smiling felt harder.

"Hey, Y/L/N, you listening?"

You blinked, turning to see Morgan looking at you expectantly. "Sorry. What?"

"I said, drinks. After this case. It's all on the old man's tab." Rossi made a sound of protest in the background, but Morgan barely glanced his way, keeping his eyes on you. "You in?"

Your mouth opened, but you didn't know what to say. You were running out of excuses. This felt like a test—

"Let's start the briefing."

At Hotch's entrance to the room, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders despite the air somehow getting heavier. You trained your eyes on the screen, relieved that you wouldn't have to answer.

JJ started, "Baltimore's seen a series of child abductions over the past few months. Jimmy Porter was abducted from the mall a week ago." She clicked to the next slide. "His body was found dumped by the harbor 2 days ago."

Diving into profiler mode, you tilted your head at the picture. "Dumped is a nice way of putting it," you commented. "The positioning shows an ample amount of remorse."

"And he dumped the body where it could easily be found," Hotch built off your point. He usually did that. It almost felt like things were normal between you.

Please, Y/N.

You cleared your throat. "Have the other bodies ever been found?"

JJ sighed, automatically indicating you wouldn't like her answer. "Baltimore PD is sweeping the water as we speak." She clicked to the next slide. "Last night, Max Campbell was taken from his home while his parents were asleep."

Derek sat up straighter. "That's a hell of a risk to take."

"To go from abducting from common hunting grounds like a mall to one's own home is extremely unlikely. It shows an immense jump in confidence and victimology, going from victims of opportunity to a specific victim in a specific location," Reid said, making gestures with his hands. 

You tipped your head in his direction. "There must be something specific about Max Campbell that made the unsub take him without even cooling off."

Hotch nodded, agreeing. "We'll discuss this further on the jet. Wheels up in 30." 

You all stood up, grabbing your things. You were about to leave the room when Hotch called your name. 

"Y/N." You turned back, seeing his soft expression that was simultaneously devoid of emotion. "Could I speak to you for a moment, please?"

No. Whatever he wanted to talk about could wait. He already got his fill the night before. You had nothing more to talk about.

But you couldn't say that. You'd already said too much. So, you reluctantly nodded, waiting for everyone to file out of the room and ignoring the glances they shared.

Rossi closed the door on his way out, like he could anticipate that you wouldn't want anyone to hear this conversation. You didn't know if you wanted to thank him for it or be angry at the assumption.

Most of your feelings were torn between extremes.

Sadness and anger.

Relief and intensity.

And as you stared at Aaron, standing there with stiff arms, hate and love.

He started slowly as if he was pacifying an unpredictable animal. "Y/N... I would like you to stay with Garcia for this case."

You involuntarily recoiled, shocked at the notion. If he was ashamed, he didn't show it. You scoffed. "What?" He opened his mouth, but you didn't let him get a word in, taking a step forward. "Hotch, that's ridiculous. Child offenders are my specialty. Are you seriously taking me off this case?"

"I'm not taking you off the case," he reasoned. "You'll be more help here—"

"How?" A look of offense crossed his face, but you couldn't care less. Maybe you would've been more scared to go against Hotch before, but this was now. He'd never suggested something so ludicrous.

Emily called you yin and yang, two sides of the same coin. He trusted you on all fronts. This didn't feel like trust.

It felt like punishment.

Hotch's eyes hardened, giving you a look you'd never seen directed at you before. "Agent Y/L/N, as your unit chief, I am ordering you to stay here. Your input is valued; you will still contribute. But effective immediately, you will not be joining us in the field until a psychological evaluation deems you fit."

Another scoff left you. "Psychological evaluation? That's what this is about? All because I wouldn't fucking talk to you—"

"Watch your tone—"

"You have my doctor's note. I am physically and mentally capable for this job. You are not a licensed psychologist—"

His voice raised as he cut you off. "I reserve the right to make decisions about the agents on my team." He gave you one final once-over, like he was daring you to say another word, give him a reason to do something more drastic. You clenched your jaw, holding back all the words you wanted to let flow. That seemed to satisfy him enough. "You will stay here. End of discussion."

Hotch grabbed his briefcase and promptly left the room, not sparing you another glance as you just stood there, left once again by Aaron Hotchner.

Yin and yang, Emily had said. It almost made you laugh. The coin was flipped.

He was leaving you in the shadows.

— 

Derek passed by your desk as you were grabbing your things, getting ready to go to Penelope's bat cave. He raised a brow at you. "Hey, where's your go bag?"

Without meaning to, you sighed, immediately regretting it when you saw the smile on his face falter. "Sorry, I'm—" not mad at you, "I'm not coming. Bossman's orders." You threw in a smile, trying to smooth things over, but it came out more sarcastic than anything.

He stared at you in silence for a few seconds with that same look that everyone had been giving you since you came back. The same way you'd look at a pressure-activated bomb. Careful not to move too fast, press too hard, press in the wrong areas.

Derek seemed to decide that whatever he was thinking was worth saying. "Kid, you know he just wants what's best for you." Kid.

Were you not grown up now?

You pursed your lips before responding, "Yeah." It was sure as hell hard to see it that way when you were being benched, punished for something that wasn't your fault.

You couldn't help but think that Hotch would never do this to Derek. Or anyone, for that matter. It was just you.

Morgan sighed, but he left it at that, sensing the cut was too fresh. His eyes travelled lower. Silence again.

You knew what he was looking at. You resisted the urge to cover your stomach.

"Does—" he hesitated. Derek Morgan never hesitated. "Does it still hurt?"

You sharply inhaled. The scars had two months to heal. Sometimes, you could still feel the knife ripping into your body. Once. Twice. Three times.

You could feel it most times, actually.

The medications could get rid of the pain, but they couldn't get rid of the sensation of that knife in your body. Sometimes, you thought nothing ever would.

"I'm told it doesn't hurt anymore than it should," you said. Whatever that meant. Apparently, you were in pain paradise. This is the spot you want to be at, you doctor told you.

You didn't call bullshit when he said that, but Morgan looked like he might do it for you in real time.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but he was cut off by Emily. 

"Are you guys coming?" Right after she spoke, her eyes darted between you both, asking you a different question with her eyes. Am I interrupting something?

You shook your head, giving her a smile that looked more practiced. No, you're not. "No, I'm not coming. I'll see you guys when you get back." You dodged any more questions by quickly turning around. Morgan could explain it to her if she asked. You didn't feel like answering any more questions, being treated like a ticking time bomb.

You just wanted things to go back to normal. Once they started treating you like they did before, then you could be the same as you were before.

You're not the same, Y/N.

Nothing was.

—

Penelope couldn't get through to you. You were quiet all day except to share your theories. The next day was the same. And the next. And the next. Until the bastard was caught.

Max Campbell was rescued. You weren't there to see it, but you wondered if it really made a difference. He was just a boy, so full of light.

Would that light ever come back to him?

You exhaled, running your hand over your face. Even though you stayed home, you were exhausted. You didn't sleep more than an hour at a time, but that wasn't much different from your new routine.

You were starting to see more of the moon than the sun.

When the team returned, you greeted them all with smiles. There, just like before. The only difference was that you didn't talk to Hotch.

He glanced at you, wordlessly telling you to talk to him, but you weren't gonna do that.

Rossi noticed the lack of communication between you. Everyone did, but he was the only one who'd say something about it.

Stirring his coffee in the break room, he started, "Aaron is... stubborn. But he's extra hardheaded for the people that he loves." Loves.

Your hand stilled halfway to grabbing the coffee pot, but you recovered quickly, grabbing it and pouring yourself a cup. You glanced side to side, checking to see if anyone was around to hear him and whatever he was implying. 

When you found no one else, you replied, "Okay." You weren't going to dignify that claim with any other response.

You knew Aaron cared about you; you'd be a shitty profiler not to know that. But love was a strong word.

Love didn't leave you all alone when you begged it to stay. Love didn't stay away from you while you were lying in a hospital bed. Love didn't interrogate you and make you sit on the sidelines when you didn't answer its questions. Love didn't make you feel so cold when all you wanted was to feel warm.

Rossi stopped pretending to pay attention to his coffee. You didn't meet his eyes. "Bellissima, you're going to have to talk to him eventually."

"Can you pass the creamer, please?"

"No." Finally, you looked up, meeting Rossi's passionate gaze. "It gets worse before it gets better. You have to let that happen."

You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms. You didn't see how it could possibly get worse than this.

"You know, I don't really think I want this coffee anymore." You left the mug on the counter, exiting the break room and leaving the conversation altogether.

— 

"Hotch, please. The case is right here—"

"No."

"Come on, I'll be right by your side the whole time," you argued. A new case came in, just over in Montclair, and you were trying to negotiate your way into it. Two cases had passed where he made you stay in Quantico. It was becoming nonsensical.

You thought he'd crack by now, but he remained firm in his resolve, refusing to let you in the field until you talked about what happened. And "talking about it" was something you didn't want to do, much less with him.

His gaze had more heat than the sun outside. You could tell he was contemplating it. Even he must've been able to see how absurd this was, holding you back from your work when he wouldn't do the same to anyone else.

When it was him on the other side of this, he came back to work. He went into the field 30 days after being stabbed nine times. You only endured a third of that.

You thought back to that day. You'd rushed to the hospital and didn't leave his side. You visited him every day, keeping him company and updating him on your cases. You never iced him out the way he was isolating you right now. You never avoided him when you knew he was hurting.

If you talked to him—if you had that conversation—then that's what you'd say. You'd end up saying something foolish about the things you felt, feelings he wouldn't reciprocate. You'd reopen wounds you were desperately trying to close.

So you wouldn't.

You didn't say a word of what you were really thinking, sticking to the script. Please let me go. I'll be fine. I'll stay by you.

Eventually, he made up his mind. "Fine."

You could've nearly smiled.

— 

The case finished speedily. You captured the unsub and found the girl just in time. Happily ever after.

Hotch didn't seem to think so.

As soon as the elevator doors opened to the sixth floor, he was storming past you all, his footsteps thunderous against the floor. Garcia's smile fell from her face when she saw.

Without turning back, he called, "Y/L/N. My office, now."

You rolled your eyes, following him and ignoring the looks your colleagues exchanged. They did that a lot, lately. But everyone stayed silent, electing not to make commentary. It was smart, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

But you... you were the most fire you'd been in months. For the first time since what happened, you didn't feel cold. White hot anger coursed through your veins, lighting a fuse that no one could get rid of.

You slammed Hotch's door on your way in. He immediately turned to you, seething, "That was reckless and stupid—"

"It got the job done—"

He raised his voice. "You walked into the house alone, without backup—"

"I talked him down—"

"You could've died!"

"It wouldn't be the first time!" you snapped. Your chest heaved as if you'd just run a marathon, phantom pains in your abdomen supporting your words. 

He glanced downward before meeting your eyes again. For a second, it was almost like you were looking at Aaron. It was almost like he was understanding. 

You got quieter, but your voice was no less firm. "It certainly won't be the last."

And just like that, Aaron disappeared. No longer your friend. Back to the prosecutor, the unit chief who took your words as a challenge. His eyes narrowed. "Yes, it will be." It took you a moment to understand what he meant, but he soon made it very clear. "Your gun and your badge, now. You're suspended for the next two weeks."

You took a step backward as if his words were a slap in the face. "What?"

Hotch didn't lighten up, his face completely impassive. "You are a danger to yourself, and I cannot allow you into the field in good conscience." He held his hand out. "Gun. Badge. Now."

You echoed, "You're suspending me?"

"Yes."

An incredulous scoff left you. He was suspending you after everything? When he had done the same and worse?

He was allowed to use his judgement and keep things to himself, but the second you stepped out of line, he wanted to suspend you? You couldn't believe it. You wouldn't believe it.

In a split second, you made a snap decision. If he didn't want you here, then it wouldn't be on his terms.

You unholstered your gun and unpocketed your badge, shoving them in his chest as opposed to handing them to him. You didn't take your eyes off him once, maintaining your glare.

You hoped it burned.

"You're not suspending me," you rebutted, taking a step closer to him. Realization dawned on his face. "I quit."

Hotch's face morphed into something that almost looked like regret. You wouldn't stay long to savour it.

You spun on your heel, marching out of his office with him right behind you. The team, who no doubt heard small bits of your conversation, looked confused. You didn't stop for any of them.

"Y/N, this conversation isn't finished." He must've thought that'd get to you. His unit chief voice, big and loud. But your feet didn't stop moving.

With your back still turned to him, you retorted, "No, but I am."

You reached the elevator, pressing the ground floor and close button within seconds of each other. When the doors closed, Hotch's approaching figure was gone, replaced by your own reflection.

A shaky breath left you. The fluorescent lights in the elevator were blinding. It was brighter in there than it was anywhere else in the building. But when you got out to the parking lot, it was just dark.

Artificial lights. Not the sun.

They didn't last. They had switches; you could turn them off.

Your switch was flipped, too. For a second, you were hot and blazing, burning brighter than you'd ever burned before. But as soon as you left the building, that changed completely.

You were immersed in darkness.

And you were alone.

[genderkoolaid]

About a mile away from the RNC on Tuesday evening — past byzantine barricades and checkpoints and tall black cages blocking off sidewalks; past gaggles of armed cops sent from Florida and Indiana and Michigan to guard these assembled Red Hats; past a freeway that has long demarcated Milwaukee, the country’s most segregated city, into Black and white neighborhoods — there was a much more somber scene.

David Porter, an unhoused man living in a tent encampment, walked onto West Vilet Street and fell to his knees in prayer. Next to him, the street was stained with the blood of his friend, an unhoused Black military veteran named Samuel Sharpe, who hours earlier had been shot and killed by police officers from Columbus, Ohio. “He didn’t bother nobody,” Porter said of Sharpe. “He was just a homeless guy trying to get by like everyone else.”

“Why are cops from Ohio way out here?” Porter said. “Had that been Milwaukee PD, that man would be alive right now. I know that because they know him. They would have used non-lethal force.”

[thegoldenlittlerose]

A Discussion between vampires

Okay first of all I have to say this:

Porter appearing in the middle of the night at his house asking for relationship advice is the most unhinged sibling energy these two have. I've said it before and I'll say it again: they are two sides of the same coin. Early Vincent was a distorted reflection of Porter he used to survive his life as a vampire and Porter now has to learn what more can he be other than the walls he's had on for so long.

Vincent surprised tone at explaining he has to apologize and offering the advice that maybe he ought to Treasure an honest talk about expectations is just perfect, you feel they don't get along yet here they are, offering and listening to the relationship advice.

It also shows that, even if he's an asshole Vincent and Sam are the only other two people Porter knows that will listen even if they don't like him, they will offer a hand even if they don't form part of the clan. Vincent said it himself: He cares about William and he's hurt and that's exactly what made him take the decision to leave.

It's not about William it's about trust and the way they operate with the ultimate decision being that they need space.

Pd: Okay now question; Am I the only one suspicious about the short length of the videos recently? I know I'm probably paranoid but hey, you can't blame me after Avior's last video

[femsolid]

L'état de fascisme de la télé française c'est quand même quelque chose. L'obsession des musulmans, du voile, de la délinquance et de l'immigration, la bashing contre la gauche, l'invitation constante de fascistes sur les plateaux, et surtout le vocabulaire!

En 2012 sur internet il y avait la faschosphere qui nous traitait d'islamogauchiste, qui faisait des faux tracts Melenchon "vive les arabes" et le représentait avec une barbe d'islamiste dans des memes. Bon. Ok. Que des nazillons fassent ça, c'est attendu.

10 ans plus tard, c'est des grands journalistes connus qui, à la télé, utilisent exactement ces termes. Le mot "islamogauchiste", un terme neo-nazi, est utilisé sans gêne, sans crainte, sans contradiction, comme si c'était normal par, je le répète, des grosses têtes de la télé, animatrice, journaliste etc.

Pujadas qui dit que le RN n'est pas un parti d'extrême droite sur France 2 et ça passe crème. Un parti créé par des SS et dont des militants ont, cette semaine encore, sacagé la maison de Melenchon et notamment taggé des "vive marine PD", des croix gammées et des "on ta trouver, nique les arabe" sur ses murs. On notera que les "français de souche" ne savent pas aligner une phrase sans faire 15 fautes. Et quand les journalistes politiques décident de dire que la France Insoumise l'a bien cherché au lieu de condamner ces actes, ça fait peur.

Et la normalisation de ce parti neo-nazi, à la lumière de la diabolisation de la gauche lambda traitée d'antisemite pour un oui et pour un non, de danger pour la démocratie etc, c'est le retour du "plutôt Hitler que le Front Populaire."

De même, quand on dit à des députés de la France Insoumise que leur électorat c'est les arabes, les islamistes, les musulmans, c'est du racisme totalement décomplexé, tellement decomplexé que personne ne relève ! Zemmour invité partout tout le temps, Naulleau qui écrit un livre pour dire que Mélenchon est un antisémite malade mental et homosexuel refoulé, et Onfray qui ajoute que c'est un homosexuel "passif" mais... mais on en est là quoi... c'est ça les intellectuels français?

T'as pas besoin de porter Mélenchon ou la France Insoumise ou même la gauche dans ton cœur pour te dire que les médias français sont devenus une machine à propagande fasciste. Si bien que quand une personne de gauche les contredit, les journalistes sont choqués car ils ont pas l'habitude et que du coup pour eux la cause est entendue : tout le monde pense qu'il y a trop d'arabes en France. Léa Salamé qui demande à Mélenchon que faire contre les quartiers "islamisés" et lui qui répond qu'il ne pense pas qu'il y a des quartiers islamisés, elle en a les yeux qui lui sortent de la tête. Elle y va jamais dans ces quartiers et pourtant pour elle c'est un fait qu'il y a des quartiers entiers d'islamistes en France quoi. Hallucinant.

Bref. Je dis ça parce que j'ai pas de télé depuis plusieurs années et j'ai fait un rattrapage YouTube ce mois ci et j'en reviens pas de l'état des lieux. Et dans ce contexte de propagande intense je trouve que le score de la gauche aux dernières législatives et le score de Mélenchon aux présidentielles est tout simplement un miracle.

[wouldadepressedpersonmakethis]

Initial Ideas:

* Anne Porter was raised more by her grandparents than her actual parents. Actually is pretty close to her grandfather?? Mary Crawley meets Rory Gilmore vibes. Excelled at an Ivy League college and made both her grandparents proud after their sons turned out to be ~failures~. Engaged to Bill Skars maybe?? Doesn’t love him but wants to do the “right” thing for the family and the family reputation. Has a lot of Porter family pride. Was pitted against her brother Edmund by her grandparents a lot when they were kids and they have a strained relationship now but she loves her younger siblings and is very protective of them. Doesn’t agree with Sarah’s relationship and thinks she can do much better but would never betray her secret. SAM CLAFLIN is in love her with and keeps trying to ask her out but she doesn’t want to have anything to do with him.

*BILL SKARSGARD - his dad’s super generosity stemmed to his children and ngl both ended up spoiled because of it. He made a lot of bad choices and his dad was driven to cut him off. He found out pretty quickly that he couldn’t hack it in the real world so he’s back working for his dad. Currently engaged to PD but is only in it for her money. FLORENCE PUGH is his ex but she won’t give him the time of day but he still secretly loves her

* BILLIE LOURD never really got on well with her dad’s second wife and her step siblings. Lived mostly with her mom who moved back in with Kara after the divorce. SAM CLAFLIN is basically like her brother atp

[away-ward]

Pursuit

Summary: Will was supposed to pick Emory up from the library for their first date, but a storm killed the power before he got there. And now everyone is missing. And maybe that was his plan all along.

Set in December after the Homecoming dance; Canon-Divergent.

Disclaimer: general OOC-ness as my writing style is different from PD's.

Emory

I shifted, the old plastic chair creaking with the movement. The noises of the library – hushed whispered, footsteps muffled by industrial carpet, book carts with squeaky wheels – fell silent about thirty minutes ago as it got closer to closing time. Those sounds provided comfort - background noise for me to complete my homework. Today, I was too distracting. My eyes drifted to the clock on the wall more often as the night wore on.

Uncontrollably, my eyes darted up again. Still fifteen minutes before Will would be here.

I clicked my pen repeatedly and licked my lips, forcing my eyes to return to the open book. I read the first two lines of text for the eight billionth time, but still -

Would this be our first legitimate date?

I swallowed, my throat feeling like sandpaper and my heart a hammer in my chest. The absurdity of it ran down my spine. It was silly to think that, knowing everything that had happened between us already.

The sweet, honey tones of the head librarian, Mrs. Porter, floated over from the front desk as she waved goodbye to another family. She saw me sitting at my usual round table in the corner, and she smiled and raised her right hand to pat her heart, a sympathetic gesture. My mom used to take me to Mrs. Porter’s Reading Hour when I was a little kid. When my parents died, Mrs. Porter let me sit on the children's beanbags even though I was technically too old. And when Martin was alive –

My breath hitched, stuck in my lungs.

Martin was dead - taken by a storm in the first week of November. There was an emergency call from an anonymous tipper saying a girl about to jump at the cliffs on the other side of the Cove. Everyone thought it was a prank, but just in case, they sent officers out anyway. Martin never came back. His friends and fellow officers were sad when they broke the news. It said it was too windy, they said, and he couldn’t see the edge of the cliff.

They thought I cried because I was sad. Poor little Emory Scott, an orphan in the truest sense. The town honored him the same way they did any public servant, quickly and quietly. There was an announcement in the paper, a small wake, and a donation fund that the townspeople contributed to. People brought flowers and looks of pity. Grand-Mere liked the flowers. They filled our home for a week after, and for once, things looked brighter.

The Ashby’s made an appearance as representatives of the town. The mayor and his wife stayed precisely long enough to say something nice and leave a card. Arion had nothing to say, but Winter seemed genuinely sorry. The Graysons' showed up too, surprisingly. I couldn’t look at Will, even as he stared me down. Not after homecoming or what happened the next day. It hurt too much, and now that Martin was gone, most of my excuses gone with him, I didn’t know what to do with Will.

Not that I had the time to deal with him. At sixteen, I wasn’t old enough to take guardianship of my grandmother, and without Martin’s salary, there was no way I could afford it, even with my college fund and the donations. I was overwrought at thought of losing her, missing a week of school to look through the law books, talk to lawyers - to anyone who would listen - trying to keep them from separating us.

Will found me, as he somehow always managed to. I was dragging my tired body back home from the bus stop when he forced me into his truck and down the road to Sticks where he wouldn’t let me leave until I finished the plate of fries he ordered.

He joked that we had to stop meeting like this, and images of the day in the movie theater overwhelmed me. I choked on my soda. When I tried to glare, he laughed.

Thunder echoed outside the library. I frowned, wondering if this was going to ruin his plans.

Storms. I should hate them, given all they’d taken from me, but I don’t. Outside, the streetlights flickered with the shadows of trees whipping in the slow wind. Over the next few hours, it would grow into a howling squall.

I checked my phone to confirm I hadn’t missed any messages from Will. Whatever he had planned, it wouldn’t be outdoors. Maybe that’s for the best, I thought. Somewhere inside, where it’s dark, and we’re alone. Sounds good, actually. Tonight could be the night he finally stops holding out on me.

A large draft of wind followed by a boom of thunder drew my attention back to the window. Above, the lights flickered before losing power. Then the streetlights blinked out, casting the street in darkness.

While I’m not afraid of storms, I’m not stupid either. Using my cellphone flash, I quickly gathered my stuff into my bag and walked to the reception desk, where I last saw Mrs. Porter. The space was empty, and as I looked around, I realized I didn’t see anyone else around either. My arm hair raised as I listened for something other than the wind. Mrs. Porter knew I was here, and she wouldn’t just leave a patron. Something is keeping her away.

Slowly, I made my way around the microscopic library. There are only two public spaces and a hallway. The front doors open to the reception desk. Going left leads to the Young People’s section, and right to the Adult section. The hallway that branches off the front goes to the bathrooms and to the break room in the back.

Despite the size, there’s an abundance of places to hide. Or to hide someone.

As soon as the thought came, I scoffed. “That is stupid,” I said, solely to hear it out loud.

But is it? It’s not like I don’t know a murderer. It’s not like this town is short of bizarre happenings.

It’s not like I haven’t wondered if Martin’s death was really an accident.

It’s not like I wasn’t planning fucking the man I thought may have done it.

I bit my bottom lip. “Will?” I called out, taking a chance. This is right up his alley. The kind of stupid prank only he’d think of. Nearly identical to what he did at the school.

I smirked, loosening up a bit. “Look, we’ve been here before, you already know I’m not scared,” I lied. Well, partially. There was still a part of me that doubted it was him. “I’m impressed you even got the storm. Is it a paid actor?”

No answer. I wondered if Mrs. Porter was a hostage, and if she could hear me talking to nobody.

Flirting. I was potentially flirting with a murderer while sweet Mrs. Porter was bleeding out somewhere. That would be bad.

Another strong gust forced the front doors to slam open. I gasped, dropping my bag to get to them quicker. I was surprised the power of the wind didn’t break the glass. Even as I tried to use all my strength to push them closed, I was losing that fight inch by inch.

Until someone appeared behind me, taking both doors and managing to muscle them together, giving me a chance to flip the lock in place. Finally able to catch my breath, my face and hair, and entire front soaked with rain, I turned to see who it was because it certainly wasn’t old Mrs. Porter.

The white mask glowed bright in the shadows. Whatever fear I was feeling was immediately expelled in a strong exhale.

He stood close, practically on top of me, all around me. Neither of us said a word as we watched each other. But I wanted –

Mimicking what I did before, I slipped the mask back, revealing his piercing green eyes.

Yeah. That’s what I wanted. To watch him watching me. Nobody looked at me the way he did, even now.

I could have kissed him in the lab at school, but I didn’t. I had my reasons. Now, though, I didn’t want to hold back. He’s been making me work for it, and the role reversal has nearly killed me.

I stood on my toes to reach him, leaving millimeters between our lips so that I could feel the air leaving him. And that’s where I stopped, just a breath away.

“Was this the plan?”

He swallowed. I couldn’t keep the hint of a smile at his suffering off my lips.

“Feels familiar,” I continued. “Was the lock-in just the teaser for the main event?”

His eyes danced, and I knew I was right.

“Do I get to hide this time?”

“You want me to hunt you?”

I pulled the mask back down, lowering myself to the ground. “Close your eyes, count to sixty. And then come and find me. If you can.”

I trust that he’s playing fair as I step away, noting the spots of water that trail after me, which was how I found him at school. I go to the carpeted area in the adult section, trying to map out the space from memory.

The stacks weren’t in rows like most libraries. They were more like a maze, with some rows dead-ended and others turning into the next row, which could only be discovered if you kept going. The shelves created illusions. I didn’t know how Mrs. Porter managed to keep it organized or why she let it go on that way. I chalked it up to just another Thunder Bay peculiarity.

After what felt like forever, I heard movement in the row over. I rolled my lips together to keep the giggle from getting out. I knew he’d come into the stacks. Being the rich boy he was, I doubt he spent as much time in them as me.

Darting around in the dark, I kept just out of his grasp. At some point, I think he was letting me get away so the game went on. When I think I’ve finally got him turned around and confused, I exited the rows of books. My legs shook as I crossed to the Young People's section. They have a loft area there, where the beanbags are. It should take him a while to think of that.

Halfway there, my foot slipped in the water from the rain. It just happened to be when the wind got quiet, and the small squeak from my shoe against the tile was so much louder in the silence. I waited with baited breath to see what he would do.

The noise seemed to reorient him, and suddenly, he shot off through the stacks faster than before. Thinking swiftly, I snatched the container of pens from the counter and threw it toward the bathroom hall before darting the other way.

The stairs to the loft were around the corner, and I climbed the small steps in threes, checking over my shoulder, until I could crawl into the loft area. Gently, I moved into the pile of beanbags, piling them over me so that every bit of me was covered.

Surrounded by darkness, all I had was my hearing to determine if he was coming. I waited, trying to hear him over my heartbeat.

And when he did find me, then what?

My breath came out slow. It'd been two months since homecoming. Two months wasn’t that long of a time. It still felt like forever for me. Everything had changed, just not Will.

But, then, hadn’t he changed? The night Will took me out to dinner, he asked how things were going since Martin died. I looked at him, remembering the day in the hall when he asked me about the bruises.

I thought of Damon Torrance and what he knew.

Then, of the two of them that night in the wrestling room.

A cold sweat broke along my neck as I straightened, pushing away the food he bought for me.

I remembered what Damon said as we walked to his car from the cemetery. He offered to “take care” of Martin for me. I never took him up on that; I never intended to.

Would he have made the same offer to Will?

Will’s green eyes watched me closely, waiting. He never seemed perceptive before, but there was no other word for the way his gaze pinned me in place.

I drew in a deep breath, suddenly feeling sick.

Will’s fondness for the Cove, for Cold Point, for mysteries, and his story of Reverie Cross all came flooding back. Suddenly, what happened with Martin was all too familiar.

But Will wouldn’t…

Would he?

I told him to take me home, and with a smile, he did.

He didn’t disappear. He was there the morning, parking his truck in my driveway. There was no stopping him from coming in the front door with a take-away breakfast for me and a cup holder with enough coffee for everyone, including the nurse attending to my grandmother. He also brought hot water in case Grand-Mere preferred tea.

He sat in her room and talked to her while I finished getting ready. I could still hear her charmed laugh from something he said. I hadn’t heard that sound in so long I nearly cried.

I divulged him about what was going on with Grand-Mere on the way to school. I didn’t want to go, but he reminded me I’d lose my scholarship if I didn’t keep my grades up. I sat in the passenger seat, hugging my back full of applications and petitions, and whispered my fears out the window, refusing to let a single tear drop. It felt good to admit it - to share the burden with someone.

A week later, a lawyer arrived with a check. A private benefactor was offering to pay for my grandmother’s care for the rest of her life in Thunder Bay, including a round-the-clock nurse if I needed it. Between that, and letters of character from my school and the town mayor, the judge agreed to let us stay in our home as long as we agree to a quarterly child service inspection until I turned eighteen.

I’d never felt so free as the day I left the courthouse.

The evidence pointed to Will’s involvement, but I never asked. Asking would make it real. Making it real would make me indebted to him. He wasn’t offering any information either. For two months, he didn’t push me. The most he’d done was sneak into my room through the window, even though he could use the front door now.

Some nights, he would just lay with me. Sometimes he waited until I reached for him, pulling him closer. As much as I pushed for more, he held back, always leaving me wanting more and frustrated at his resistance. Hours felt like they could stretch for all eternity when I was with him, but his patience never wore out.

I didn’t know what he wanted from me until he formally asked me out. He made sure I knew it was a date in the full sense of the word. He’d pick me up at an arranged time, we’d go to a pre-determined destination, and then after that, he’d take me home. There might even be a kiss on the porch at the end of the date “if I’m lucky.”

I gave him my middle finger, which he thought was hilarious.

I barely had the mind to agree to the date, I was so shocked. There was no denying I was better. I’d rejoined the swim team and band. I mostly hung out with Elle at school, but occasionally, we met up for coffee on the weekend. My projects around town were on track, and I got approved to start a new one on the bell tower the following week.

I might even have a boyfriend. Or something. Will doesn’t seem like the boyfriend type, though he’s still here, isn’t he? I can’t argue that it’s all for a chance to get into my pants anymore; I gave that to him two months ago and have more than offered several times since. What did I have to do to get him to take the bait? Strip off my clothes and dance around my room?

Something seized my ankle, dragging me from my spot as I screamed and fought to crawl away. Flipping over, I scrambled to get to my knees, but he came down on me before I got any leverage. I could feel his heart through my back as we breathed at different paces.

I laughed to myself.

Despite his superior size, I still struggled. I’d never stop fighting; I’d been too easy on him recently.

I bucked, trying to throw him off, but I just pushed into him more. His hand came around my throat, and he pulled me up, arching my back. His knees were on either side of my legs, my back against his chest. We panted with energy and anticipation. His hand drifted down, ghosting over my heavy chest, down to my waist, fingers dancing along the hem of my shirt. They brushed against the heated skin of my stomach. My breath shuddered.

Maybe my heart should be guilty over what I was doing. Haunted by Martin’s ghost, disturbed that Will was the one I wanted. It was sick, the things I wanted from him, to do to him. The fact that I just didn’t care.

Will’s not good for me.

But if it’s all true, then I wasn’t good for him either.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered against my ear. I could tell he’d already removed his mask by the way his lips brushed against the sensitive skin there. “Maybe you’ll win next time. After I have my reward.”

--

Last one left in my drafts, based on the idea that a game of hide-and-seek in the library is Will's ideal first date, though I wasn't able to find where PD said that.

Anyway. I struggled with it for a while because as I was writing, I couldn't figure out away to make it different than what had happened in the school during lock-in. And then also how to make it a first date? I could have gone completely AU, but ultimately decided on canon-divergence.

This will probably be the last one I write for a while.

As always, thank you for your time, any comments you leave, or liking. I appreciate everything you do.

-KO

[je-suis-ronflex]

Vous vous souvenez de cette collègue que j'ai fait virer "sans faire exprès" ? (Cf x) il se trouve qu'elle est revenue au lycée pour faire je ne sais quoi et déjà elle passe le portail et dit à des collègues qu'elle voulait voir la "poucave" et le "sale pd" qui l'avait fait virer (donc moi lol) et je l'ai croisé dans l'établissement sauf que la meuf elle baisse les yeux en mode intimidée mdr miskina ça fait la maligne mais ça baisse les yeux puis en partant elle a dit à des collègues qu'elle avait vu le "petit pd" ptdr y a pas à être rageuse comme ça moi je voulais me faire taper et faire un accident du travail

Une amie me disait de porter plainte et d'un côté j'ai la flemme mais de l'autre je suis une petite bitch donc j'ai presque envie mdr

[justanoasisimagines]

List of Fandoms/Characters I write for...

House of the Dragon ❀Criston Cole ❀Aemond Targaryen ❀Aegon II Targaryen ❀Harwin Strong ❀Cregan Stark ❀Gwayne Hightower ❀Cregan Stark

Game of Thrones ❀Sandor Clegane ❀Tormund Giantsbane ❀Podrick Payne ❀Jon Snow ❀Robb Stark ❀Theon Grejoy ❀Jorah Mormont ❀Samwell Tarly ❀Gendry Waters ❀Tyrion Lannister ❀Jaime Lannister ❀Oberyn Martell ❀Ramsay Bolton ❀Viserys Targaryen ❀Khal Drago ❀Daario Naharis ❀Dickon Tarly ❀Koner ❀Ser Davos Seaworth

The Walking Dead ❀Rick Grimes ❀Shane Walsh ❀Merle Dixon ❀Daryl Dixon ❀Glenn Rhee ❀Jerry ❀Negan ❀Milton Mamet ❀Ceasar Martinez ❀Siddiq ❀Abraham Ford ❀Eugene Porter ❀Noah ❀Theodore "T-Dog" Douglas ❀Beta ❀Alden ❀Simon ❀Benjamin ❀Phillip "The Governor' Blake ❀Dante ❀Dwight

Fear the Walking Dead ❀Troy Otto ❀Jake Otto ❀John Dorie ❀Nick Clark ❀Morgan Jones

Mayans MC ❀Ezekiel Reyes ❀Angel Reyes ❀Neron "Creeper" Vargas ❀Johnny "Coco" Cruz ❀Nestor Oceteva ❀Hank Loza ❀Gilberto "Gilly" Lopez ❀Bishop Losa ❀Che "Taza" Romero ❀Miguel Galindo

Sons of Anarchy ❀Jax Teller ❀Harry "Opie" Winston ❀Juan "Juice" Ortiz ❀Alexander "Tig" Tragger ❀David Hale ❀Chibs Telford ❀Bobby Muson ❀Happy Lowman ❀Herman Kozik

Marvel ❀Steve Rogers ❀Bucky Barnes ❀Sam Wilson ❀Joaquin Torres ❀Baron Helmut Zemo ❀Tony Stark ❀Bruce Banner ❀Clint Barton ❀Thor ❀Loki ❀Pietro Maximoff ❀James "Rhodey" Rhodes ❀John Walker ❀Eddie Brock ❀Erik Killmonger ❀Charlies Xavier ❀Druig ❀Ikaris ❀Hank Mccoy ❀Frank Castle ❀Billy Russo ❀Danny Rand ❀Matthew Murdock ❀Kraven the Hunter ❀Dane Whitman ❀Wade Wilson ❀Pior "Colussus" Rasputin ❀Johnny Storm

DC ❀Adrian Chase ❀Clark Kent ❀Arthur Curry ❀Hank Hall ❀Leonard Snart ❀The Joker (Heath Ledger) ❀Victor Zsasz (Gotham) ❀Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham) ❀Edward Nygma (Gotham) ❀Butch Gilzean ❀Harvey Bullock ❀Christopher "Peacemaker" Smith ❀Jerome Valeska ❀Mick Rory ❀George "Digger"Harkness ❀Ciso Ramon ❀Ray Palmer ❀Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) ❀Chato Santanna ❀Rick Flag ❀Alfred Pennyworth

The Batman 2022 (Matt Reeves) ❀Oswald Cobb ❀Salvatore Maroni

Stranger things ❀Eddie Munson ❀Steve Harrington ❀Jim Hopper ❀Jonathan Buyers ❀Dr Alexie

Vikings ❀Ivar the boneless ❀Rollo ❀Ragnar Lothbrok ❀Ubbe ❀Sigurd ❀Hvitserk ❀Bjorn Ironside ❀Halfdan the black ❀Harald Finehair ❀Aethelred ❀Aethelstan ❀Alfred

Bridgerton ❀Prince Fredrich ❀Anthony Bridgerton ❀Benedict Bridgerton ❀Colin Bridgerton

The Witcher ❀Jaskier ❀Eskel ❀Geralt of Rivia ❀Lambert

Top Gun ❀Robert "Bob" Floyd ❀Jake "Hangman" Seresin ❀Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw ❀Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Shadow Hunters ❀Raphael Santiago ❀Simon Lewis ❀Jace Herondale ❀Alec Lightwood

Fast and Furious ❀Deckard Shaw ❀Han Lue ❀Jakob Toretto ❀Dante Reyes ❀Aimes ❀Owen Shaw

Zoo ❀Mitch Morgan ❀Jackon Oz

Twilight ❀Carlise Cullen ❀Charlie Swan ❀Sam Uley ❀Garrett ❀Emmett Cullen

Ewan Mitchell Characters ❀Tom Bennett ❀Micheal Gavey ❀Billy Washington

Joseph Quinn Characters ❀Tom Grant ❀Billy Knight ❀Eric (A quiet Place) ❀Emperor Greta

Henry Cavil Characters ❀Napleon Solo ❀Captain Syverson ❀Charles Brandon ❀Walter Marshall ❀Gus March Phillips ❀Sherlock Holmes

Chris Evans Characters ❀Ari Levinson ❀Hugh Ransom Drysdale ❀Loyd Hansen ❀Andy Barber

Primeval ❀Connor Temple

Law and Order - SVU ❀Rafael Barba ❀Sonny Carisi

Criminal Minds ❀Spencer Reid ❀Derek Morgan ❀Luke Alverez ❀Aaron Hotchner

9-1-1 ❀Evan "Buck" Buckley ❀Eddie Diaz ❀Albert Han ❀Howard "Chimney" Han

Station 19 ❀Dean Miller ❀Jack Gibson

Chicago PD ❀Kevin Atwater

Chicago Fire ❀Kelly Severide ❀Matt Casey ❀Brian "Otis" Zvoneck

Call of Duty ❀Simon "Ghost" Riley ❀Captain John Price ❀Alex Keller ❀John "Soap" McTavish ❀Koing ❀Phillip Graves ❀Nikolai ❀Kyle "Gaz Garrick ❀Alejandro Vargas ❀Rudolfo "Rudy" Parra ❀Vladimir Makarov ❀Frank Woods ❀Alex Mason ❀Lucas Riggs ❀Wade Jackson

Grimm ❀Nick Burkhadt ❀Monroe ❀Captain Sean Renard

Beauty and the Beast ❀The Beast ❀Gaston

Shameless ❀Lip Gallagher ❀Kevin Ball

Black Sails ❀Long John Silver ❀Charles Vane ❀Jack Rackham ❀Captain James flint

The Night Agent ❀Peter Sutherland

Harry Potter; ❀Remus Lupin ❀Sirius Black ❀James Potter ❀Oliver Wood ❀Percy Weasley ❀Charlie Weasley ❀Fred Weasley ❀George Weasley ❀Bill Weasley ❀Viktor Krum ❀Neville Longbottom ❀Cedric Diggory ❀Severus Snape ❀Cormac Mclaggen

Fantastic Beasts and where to find them ❀Thesus Scamander ❀Newt Scamander

Vampire Diaries ❀Damon Salvatore ❀Stefan Salvatore ❀Enzo St John

The Originals ❀Niklaus Mikealson ❀Elijah Mikealson ❀Kol Mikealson

Maze Runner ❀Gally

Greys Anatomy ❀George O'Malley

The Mummy ❀Rick O'Connell ❀Ardeth Bay

Once Upon a time ❀Killian Jones ❀David Nolan ❀August Wayne Booth ❀Neal "Bealfire" Cassidy ❀Rumplestiltskin ❀Sheriff Graham Humbert ❀Jefferson

The Musketeers (BBC) ❀Porthos ❀Aramis ❀Athos ❀D'Artagnan

The Last Of Us ❀ Tommy Miller ❀Joel Miller

Fargo ❀Gator Tillman

Sebastian Stan Characters ❀Nick Fowler ❀Lee Bodecker ❀Mickey

Lewis Pullman Characters ❀Rhett Abbott

American Gods ❀Mad Sweeney

Scream ❀Dewey Riley ❀Billy Loomis ❀Stu Matcher

Shadow and Bone ❀Matthias Helvar ❀Kaz Brekker ❀Jesper Fahey ❀Nikolai Lantsov

Reacher ❀Jack Reacher

Bullet Train ❀Tangerine

Percy Jackson ❀Poseidon ❀Hepheastus ❀Aries ❀Hades

The Last Kingdom ❀Osferth ❀Finnan ❀Sihtric ❀Ulthred

Dexter ❀Dexter Morgan

The Hunger Games ❀Haymitch Abernathy ❀Finnick Odair

AEW ❀Maxwell Jacob Friendman ❀Wardlow ❀Eddie Kingston ❀Orange Cassidy ❀Chuck Taylor ❀Trent Berretta ❀Cash Wheeler ❀Luchasarus ❀Hook ❀Kenny Omega ❀Daniel Garcia ❀Will Osprey

WWE ❀Damien Priest ❀Grayson Waller ❀Sheamus ❀Otis

[gr4v3r0bb3rr]

HEY IM GERARD IM A GAY TRANS MAN THIS IS MY BLOG IT USED TO BE CALLED "CATBOYGEE" I'VE REBRANDED BECAUSE I LIKE MY REPO SCENE-ESQE NAME I USE

Current Hyperfixations

Hannibal, The Walking Dead, Supernatural, Death Stranding, Chicago Med/PD

Favorite Characters

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel Novak

Gabriel/The Trickster

Sam Porter Bridges

Will Graham & Hannibal Lector

JAY HALSTEAD MY BELOVED

[hitchell-mope]

Hypothetical titles for season 24 of 88.

Concord. Season premiere. Part one. Andy accompanies Abigail back to her hometown in Massachusetts to confront her husband and his grandmother. First appearance of Adam DiMarco as Jansen Mordaunt and Sharon Horgan as Annabelle Mordaunt.

Just do it. Season premiere. Part two. Findlay runs afoul of Annabelle when she and Sidney go to Concord to aid Andy which results in a case of sadistic hypnotism leading to them finding out who Annabelle really is

Sisters and brothers. While the team tries to figure out what to do about Anne Boleyn, Alabaster gets an unwelcome surprise when he finds out that Devon and Lucia have a son together. First guest appearance of Ed Oxenbould as Charlie Christensen.

Hootenanny. It’s David’s birthday. And in an effort to make it perfect for him. Clyde and Tina accidentally transport half the party to the actual old west.

Wive it wealthily in Padua. In this flashback episode told through shadow puppetry and marionettes. Abigail Mordaunt’s hellish life is revealed

The family plot. After a particularly pathetic prank. Findlay locks Skipper and Zoey in the families mausoleum where they get an earful from an unexpected source. Guest starring Keke Palmer as the ghost of the young Winifred Mulligan.

Disco inferno. Boleyn ups the ante by setting fire to a roller disco in Concord just when Abigail is about to serve Jansen with divorce papers.

Don’t panic. Andy and Jacob work on calming Abigail down before divorce proceedings begin. Elsewhere. Captain Birch liaises a sting operation on Mordaunt Manor.

Divorced beheaded died. Part one. Boleyn and Jansen play mind games with Concord PD during their interrogation forcing Findlay to step in and organise a transfer to New York State.

Divorced beheaded survived. Part two. Back in the precinct. Birch and the rest of the team get ready for the inmates arrival. But Boleyn has other plans. Final appearance of Sharon Horgan as Anne Boleyn, Adam DiMarco as Jansen Mordaunt and Lucy Hale as Abigail Mordaunt.

A goodbye to strong Australian arms. Findlay’s relief at Jonah breaking up with Jack Hughes is short lived when he tells her that he’s decided to date Butterball.

The area. Midseason finale. Part one. An email meant for Findlay leads her and Drummond to Area 51 a week before Christmas. Guest starring Jake Abel as Director Michael Leonowens and Peter Capaldi as Alien X,

The perimeter. Midseason premiere. Part two. With X’s deception exposed, Director Leonowens calls upon his parents and the rest of Findlay’s team for assistance. Guest starring Brenda Strong and Jon Cryer as Melissa and Josiah Leonowens and Jodie Whitaker as the reformed Alien X

The dinner. At Drummond and Barnaby’s insistence, Findlay holds a dinner party to welcome Butterball as Jonah’s new boyfriend.

Replacement captain. Captain Birch and Jacob go on a much needed vacation with Odessa, Lucia, Alabaster and Charlie, leaving the rest of the team to contend with a potentially unstable substitute captain who has issues with how the precinct is run. Guest starring Jayma Mays as substitute Captain Cornelia Linley.

Cue cards. The team tries to make best of it when Linley introduces a step by step guide to dealing with crime. Something they have been dealing with for over twenty years. So Findlay is sure of one thing and one thing only. Linley had got to go.

Kids today. Skipper and Oswald turn to Drummond and Odessa for help Theo develops an interest in girls. Which is something they are in no way prepared for.

Mothers ruin. Part one. In her capacity as head of the Fifth Avenue council, Findlay needs to choose the next heads of the Magistrate. And one woman is determined not to have her children chosen. Guest starring Calista Flockhart as Penelope Proctor and Matthew Daddario and Alexandra Daddario as her children Porter and Portia Proctor.

Head councillors choice. Part two. The final choice for the heads of the Magistrate comes down to either the Proctor siblings or Warren Christensen and his wife Ida. Guest starring Chris Wood and Melissa Benoist.

Manufactured amnesia. King Ruben and Queen Chantelle approach Findlay with a surprising proposal to stitch the royal fsmily back together. Guest starring Dev Patel as Ruben Burton , Naomi Scott as Chantelle Burton, Chris Pratt as Emerson Davenport, Auli’i Cravalho as Aimee Davenport and Rhianne Barreto as Rani Burton.

The taking of grand central 456. Findlay has her work cut out for her when she has to contend with trousers and a possible terrorist threat to grand central station.

Moving on up. Feeling that she isn’t cut out for the Fifth Avenue Council, Zoey nominates Ethan to replace her. Something which Findlay and Sidney wholeheartedly endorse and Jacob and Deucalion wholeheartedly oppose.

A tale of two genies. Season finale. Part one. A tungsten alloy sarcophagus is fished out from the Hudson River. And the contents means tough times ahead for Drummond and Odessa.

The time travellers boyfriend. Season finale. Part two. With 48 hours to go until Odessa’s disappearance, the team works desperately to find a solution to a problem that cannot be easily solved.

[morbidcreature]

While I am not an artist, I do have little guys.

(General tw for like. Murder and implications of trauma? Also implications of dv and cheating)

PD is originally a fandom oc, but throughout iterations is usually a hitman. It is rather unhappy with it's job, but was forced into it due to circumstances. It heavily struggles to accept who it actually is, due to some bad Repression and trauma

Naoko is a fandom oc for the same fandom, and very close to PD. She is rather brigth, both as in happy and as in smart. She has some trauma she's trying to work through but is generally a very considerate young woman. She also is the one who actually came up with PDs name, because it used to flinch for it's deadname being used.

They are in love

Samara is not a fandom oc, but was developed for what's basically a dnd horror campaign. She is a very sweet woman, forced into some horrific situations that ended her as someone's miserable wife trying to get back what she lost. Her husband is little help in that. She means well, even though she tends to give bad advice when asked. She doesn't talk to many people, besides her husband and his staff. She is 24

Yuu is not a fandom oc either. She is Samaras childhood best friend, though both of them know that Label is rather faulty. He works as a stage actor, being incredibly herself every single moment of every day. Despite being rather loud of who he is at work, she is relatively private around her love life though, not unrelated to his and Samara's situation. She is 25.

Those two are also so in love.

And the last two:

Porter is not a fandom oc but also started as one. He is 22, and an investigative journalist, though he takes the investigative part a bit too seriously, regularly getting himself hurt and forcing Alex to Patch him up. He is rather charming, but struggles with relationships of any kind, typically avoiding being close to people. He behaves very differently in private then he does at work, usually being much more closed off and while very friendly maybe a bit less so.

Alex is not a fandom oc, but once long ago was one. He is a rather angry 20 year old, but sligthly off for his age. He severely struggles to connect to people, only having one close friend, related to not trusting other's very well, due to some very traumatic childhood Events. He is very much someone who acts very grown, not unrelated to being very short and a wheelchair user. He is easy to anger, and doesn't cool off well. However, one of the few things he seems to be happy about is having started to transition recently (which his best friend whose trans helped him with)

Those two are in love, but neither of them is going to admit it unless forced.

people will care about your characters if you actually show said characters btw

[darkseraphscorner]

Kings Row. Paragon Police Department.

Jasmine Briar, cat girl/Devouring earth hybrid was standing before the chief of police, wondering what he could want with her as he coughed and leaned on his desk. 

"Detective Briar, it has been two years since the passing of your partner.... We think it is about time we assigned you a new one." He said, pulling out a file.

She chewed her lip, the death of her old Partner Purrfect Detective had been hard, who knew someone with hyper regeneration could suffer a heart defect? She missed her deeply, PD had been her maid of honour.... Hell, she wouldn't be the cop she was now without her.... But she had to move on, if that meant a new partner, then so be it.

The door of the chiefs office opened and in stepped a towering woman in Praetorian Police armour, apparently Vanguard had finished reverse engineered it for public use. As Jasmine started at the new comer, she realised she was a clockwork. "Er,,, Sir?" She asked nervously.

The chief nodded. "This is Sigmar Seven, she originally worked for Longbow, but after her awakening she wanted to work in law enforcement. She will be your new partner Briar, teach her the ropes."

Jasmine got out if her chair and offers her hand to Sigmar, the Clockwork staring at it before gingerly taking it. "Hand shake." She said in a flat tone, shaking Jasmin's hand.

King's Row 

Jasmine decided to break Sigmar in with a simple patrol, it was beat cop work.... But she was unsure if Sigmar's level of experience, she did not the clockwork had holstered long barrel revolvers at her side.

"Okay, soo... How long have you been awakened?" Jas asked curiously.

Sigmar turned her head left to right, scanning. "I have been active and in service for over five years, but my awakening only came about November last year, after passing the Turing test, I was given the freedom to choose my own job." She said in that same flat tone.

Jasmine nodded, then paused as she heard a scream, looking across the rose, she saw a Skull trying to snatching a purse. "Time to ac-" Jasmine started, reaching out with her powers to summon plants to restrain the thug, but Sigmar was faster, quick drawing a pistol and firing it, the Skull dropping and screaming in pain.

Jasmine ran over to the goon as the woman he was trying to rob ran. "What the hell Sigmar? Who said to use lethal force on a purse snatcher?" She drops to her knees and checks the Skull.

Sigmar walked up, her pistols still trained on the goon. "I did not use lethal force, I use rubber rounds, no skin penetration."

As Jasmine checked the skull, she saw that indeed there was no bullet wound. "You could of still warned m-" she was cut off as Sigmar fired into the Skull again. "What the fuck?"

Sigmar leant down. "The perp was reaching for thus." She picks up a knife. "I prevented you from being stabbed."

Jasmine just stares, before removing the skull mask from the goin and attaching a zig porter to him. "We need to talk about communication...." She muttered.

Later. Steel Canyon. Stogers residence.

Jasmine opened the door to her home and sighed, letting out a long breath, her body rippled as she reverted to her plant hybrid form, gaining a few feet as her skin grew a green moss like fur, she only reverted to this form at home, less strange glances at her.

Walking into the lounge, she saw her husband reading the paper, Captain Erstaz, Reves Stoger, and collapsed into his lap.

"Long day kitten?" He asked, rubbing her ear.

She told him about her new partner and the troubles she was having with her.

Reves tilted her head. "Wel, normally I say what do you expect from a Praetorian construct, but sounds like she was made in the good old USA, maybe she is a bit of an old west gun slinger?"

Jas was about to criticize him on his casual racism, but stopped herself, Reves was from a different time, the time of the Red Scare, his patriotism streak was a mile wide.... Sure it clashed with the world view of twenty twenty, but it was also part of what made her fall in love with him, that old time charm.

She nuzzled him. "Just... Frustrating, Sigmar said she passed the Turing test, but she comes off very robotic, uncaring."

Reve stroked her hair. "Well could be worse, could be a Commie."

She sighed and lightly bapped his nose. "Anyway, where are the kids?"

He smiled. "In the sun lamp room, apparently they have a trick to show you kitten."

Curiously, she got up from his lap and padded to the sun lamp room, bring part plant, she and her kids used it to get some much needed UV rays, opening the door, she squinted in the bright light and looked down at her twins, smiling as they where playing with a potted plant. "Hey Ruby, Jade, dad says you have a trick to show me?"

The five year old girls look at her, their plant like nature slightly more obvious than their mothers as Jade gave a gap toothed smile. "Momma look." She help up the potted plant, screwing up her face as the flower inside exploded into bloom. Ruby then demonstrated the same trick, Jasmine kneeling down and hugging them. 

"You two are growing so quick... But he careful, making some plants grow fast can be bad for them, okay?"

The two girls nodded, their tails lashing behind them in excitement.

Jasmine stands and dusts off her hands. "Now for dinner, who wants Mac and Cheese?"

The two girls cheer before running out of the room to get cleaned up, Jasmine smiling as she followed.

(Purrfect Detective belonged to Ran-San who sadly passed away.)

(Reves Stogers belongs to Fox, thanks for letting me use him.)