#hnas

[mystycalypso]

🌀✨Mesmerizer!✨🌀

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[megasparks2]

this shot of them was rlly cute so i drew it 😭😭

[spring-vibes-only]

Delroy!!!

And nicky I guess.... 😒😒😒😒 UGH

[return-to-ravenbrooks]

Despite the initial unsureness, no one could resist the adorable face of Imbir

Besides, little guy seems to know his way around town better than we do!

[daradiostarzz]

Ough that series is ass...

In the words of my oomf

[mintyaquagreen1675]

Calling All Hello Neighbor fans. Come over to the Guest's channel. There are some very crazy Season two spoilers you will like!

[ozkar-krapo]

V/A

"The Memorial Elvis Project"

(CD. Odd Size rcds. 1992 / rec. 1988-91)

[rumbleonthemill]

I was a stupid fuck for thinking too deep into any scene

[mambo-by-a-mile]

Oh, look! It's Mun's existence day!

[mystycalypso]

Return to Ravenbrooks: Biography

Entry 1

Name: Trinity Bales

Date of birth: 1996

Gender: F

Current Address: [REDACTED]

Height: 5'8

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Purple

Key Features: Messy bun, Blue mascara, light pink lip gloss

Role: Leader

Abilities: Agility, Intelligence, Craftiness, Quick Thinker, Good Liar, Charisma

Occupation: Student

Status: Fair

Biography:

The old Peterson house had long since been torn down ever since Mr. Peterson had been arrested. Left to rot without an occupant, it was condemned and eventually, bulldozed. Good riddance, I'd said at the time, but it looked like someone was finally doing something with the property. There weren't many new people coming anymore, given how the story of a serial kidnapper spread like wildfire. Not even the bars of a cell could keep those rumors from permeating. But, after many long years, there was finally a new neighbor, and, clearly, they were bold, too. Or more likely, they didn't know the full extent of what happened in that old house, and part of me was thankful, but I knew they'd face some less-than-favorable attention for doing so, to say the least.

I didn't have to wait very long to see who was moving in. A newer-looking red car rolled up on the curb as the construction team worked, and out stepped a man with short brunette hair, fuzzy on top with an undercut, dressed in a warm pink polo and teal-striped shorts. It made me double-take.

I'd heard from Nicky what he looked like. I'd even seen his pictures. But- this couldn't be him. No, It was a coincidence. There was no way he'd even be wearing the same outfit anyway.

I caught myself staring as the man turned his head to look at our house.

Surely not. Never in a million years it could be him. Not after what happened. He'd been gone so long that he was already presumed dead, with no body found.

...

I peeked through the window again.

He was talking with the construction crew.

He was holding the blueprints, too.

... An architect?

...

I moved away from the window, grabbing his shoulder to shake him awake. He groaned tiredly but slowly pulled the old leather bag off his head.

"... Nicky? You need to come look at this"

"...what? What is it?" He yawned

I chewed my lip for a moment. "Well. We have a new neighbor..."

[megasparks2]

enzo doodle!!

[privet-sosed]

here's some Peterson concept arts from the cartoon

blankly staring into the future (I guess)

[return-to-ravenbrooks]

Return to Ravenbrooks:

Biography

Entry 6

Name: Aaron Peterson

Date of Birth: 1996

Gender: M

Current Address: 910 Friendly Court

Height: 6'5

Hair color: Light Brown

Eye color: Brown

Key features: clean-shaven, fluffy hair

Role: Informant

Abilities: Lock picking, engineering, sneaking, careful

Occupation: ???

Status: Undetermined

Biography:

One two three, one two three, one two thr-.

Creeaaak

The ninth plank creaks slightly under my step. I lifted the notebook again, marking the spot on the room grid with an X.

Relatively I can't say it wasn't well-built, I only have five other Xs for this room, all rather quiet. I should be happy for that part, but it only makes keeping things right harder. If it was quiet under my step how would it sound under someone smaller? Quieter? Someone trying to sneak up on me?

A soft sigh escapes my lips. I can’t let this stuff get so intense already. If I'm right no one in town even knows I'm here. I worked so hard to fake it. A fake name, a fake architect with a fake background to feed the papers. A fake rich older man wanted a house built in Ravenbrooks and seeing the price of this property decided to invest. I had to be careful. It had to be perfect. I'd likely only have a week, two at most, before they realized I was here.

To think I spent months building up an alibi to grant me so little time.

The silver doorknob glints as I grab it, first overhand, then under. Turned left then right. It clicks softly in both directions. The noise is soothing, comfortingly audible. Next the lock, back then forth then back then forth. Three times. Always three times. It clicks as well, louder with a metallic tang. I stop and listen as the noise echoes back to my ears after every turn. Every door is equipped with a slightly different lock, custom-made.

It's not safe. It will never be safe, but it's better. It'll suit my needs until they find ou-

Tick

Tick

Tick

...

Click

No- no no no already?! Why are they here already? How?! I can feel the sweat building up on my palms. Need to act quickly. Get rid of it.

They're like scout ants, if I can get them to believe whatever loon will live here just hasn't packed or anything maybe they'll report back nothing. It'll probably cut down my time to days at most but it will be something. Please just leave me some time.

I grab a hammer off the desk, shifting my grip. A builder left it. I create the excuse in my head. I thought you were them, coming to retrieve it. Or, I thought you were a burglar. If it gets violent.

My breath stops. Footsteps. Soft for the most part, with a few heavier sets. Multiple people. Of course. I close my eyes, counting them carefully.

Seven.

God dammit.

This wasn't going to end peacefully. I knew it. I'm doomed. They'll either kill me or make some excuse to have me removed from town. Could I claim invader for seven people? Could I take seven people?

"Watch your step" a woman whispered. They're in the next room. It's now or never Aaron. Are you going to let it all be for nothing?

"Be quiet." A male voice hushed with annoyance.

Click

Click

Click

Click

He's picking the lock. I shift the hammer in my grasp again, purposeful this time. Ready.

When the door finally opens I'm ready to crack the metal against his skull.

But I can't.

The six behind him notice me before he does. Someone yells, and another grabs and yanks him back. I can’t even see his eyes through the thick lenses of his goggles. No. My goggles.

The hammer has fallen to the floor now, I hadn't even realized I'd let go of it. Just the loud thud of it hitting the floor.

It frees my brain from it's distraction. Seven. I grab my gloves, and yank. The fear in their eyes makes this all easier. "What are you doing inside my home?" I say it calmly, but the malice is omnipresent. Good. I want them scared, to run screaming.

The woman who grabbed his arm spoke up first, stammering nonsense before managing, "Well- well they uh-" she turned and looked at taller women beside her. I took a step closer.

"Th-this isn't what it looks like!" A ginger behind her squeaked. Another step.

The others exchanged glances and angry whispers. I didn't care. I could barely hear them at this point over my own growing anger.

"AH! Well- about that..." the taller woman whimpered. "U-uh- Nick?"

I pause midstep. The goggled man finally pulls them off his eyes. They're not the green I'd remembered so well. Instead that dead looking brown. He looks embarrassed more than scared. "Uh- well-" he begins. I stop listening again.

"Nicky?"

He stops too and his awkward smile slowly fades. I stare wide-eyed. How can someone look so alike and yet so different to the child they were years ago?

"Aaron." He responds. Something about his voice is...wrong. I can’t place it. But it doesn't matter. Before I even realize it I'm smiling like an idiot. He looks down at the floor. I take another step.

That's the last thing I remember before hitting the ground, before everything went black.

[daradiostarzz]

Oh... Alex this is not the shocking horror thing you think it is...

[mintyaquagreen1675]

Holy Smokes, I've just found out that Mr. Peterson was a police officer!

[kushami-hime]

CW: Allergy sneezes, hiding while sneezing, HOLDBACKS, SO MANY HOLDBACKS/BUILDUPS, sneezy D/eku, closeted snzfucker! T/odoroki, hands-free stifles, pinched nose stifles, muffled sneezes into T/odo's chest, messy stifles, spray, allergy attack, background footsteps and/or voices, accidental quirk activation, SOME EXPLOSIONS courtesy of B/akugou, angry B/akugou whos yelling a lot, loud noises in general tbh, you've been warned, sneezing fits, two noseblows, T/odoroki gets sneezed on a LOT, sniffling, hand over mouth/hand over mouth sneezes.  

When pro heroes S/hoto and D/eku find themselves hiding from a huge group of villains in their hideout, they'll have to lay low until B/akugou and reinforcements arrive. However, that's easier said than done when the leader of this villainous gang has a quirk related to pollen heavy plants...and our favorite green hero is at the mercy of his allergies. Will T/odoroki be able to keep his cool while fighting a totally different foe in secret?

HEADS UP THIS SHIT GETS LOUD WHEN B/AKUGOU SHOWS UP! It might SPOOK YA

For those of you that like holdbacks and buildups, and D/eku in distress, this is for you lol. Took two days to edit D/eku’s parts alone, holy fuck.

I’m gonna try to finish the V Day wav w/ B/akugou as soon as I can but I do have work tomorrow so I just need some time, it may be a little late so keep that in mind @-@ Anyway, hope you guys enjoy! 

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