#like... they tried to kill the cop guy while i was yet to figure out do i even care about him?

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[pyroclastic727]

The Marvels is being scathed by critics, and that's a good thing.

I finally saw The Marvels today. I'm a bit late to the party, so all I saw about the movie was the teaser at the end of Ms Marvel, and way too many critical reviews of it.

Now, obviously on Tumblr you find the good reviews, like, the cats outnumbering the white men and how Kamala Khan is, like, basically all of us. But in person, I've had someone tell me that it's bad because Rotten Tomatoes rates it 43%, which-- besides wondering why anyone would listen to Rotten Tomatoes, I'd have to wonder why the website would give it such a low rating. The easy answer is that the Tomatoes review committee is populated by white men, who, upon having no one to relate to, react badly to the movie. But I think there's more to it.

The Marvels is a revolution. Through its character-driven writing and brazen exploration of morality, it rewrites the superhero formula completely, by questioning what exactly it means to be a superhero.

The Marvels was directed by Nia DaCosta, an award-winning Harlem native and creative visionary whose approach to this film was to define these characters as humans, not as superheroes. Her approach to heroism directly addresses that the idea that a hero is not always right. A hero, DaCosta claims, is "someone who's trying their best with the information and tools they have at the time. They'll always get it wrong." Carol Danvers's arc directly addresses this, as the resolution of her subplot involves her re-igniting the sun that she snuffed out. Her heroic act is to undo the damage that she wrought.

When compared to old Marvel, this message just doesn't come through. In WandaVision, Wanda's grief is for a family that was killed by the Avengers. Yet, she is painted as a villain, even as she searches for a happy home, even as she at one point joins the Avengers. The Avengers cannot undo what they did, and don't really try. They defeat the big bad, sacrifice their lives, but nothing brings back Wanda's family. Nothing undoes that war. No one searches for Wanda after the event, to try to help her with her grief, except for Monica, and she's working against orders. Their heroics are militant, but while they excel at destruction, they leave the people they hurt in the dust.

This antiheroic plot of old Marvel is precisely what appealed to so many American audiences. Their protagonists are: a rich corporation, a super-soldier, a privileged teenager, a scientist who makes weapons, an ex-convict, a man born into godlike power, and I'm sure there are others but I don't actually care that much... (these would be iron man, captain america, peter parker spiderman, hulk, antman, thor, and etc). All these archetypes appeal to American ideals that the wealthy would sympathize with. They claim that there are people who are inherently bad and seek the power that they have, in the way that a poor person might want a job that a wealthy person wants their child to secure. They claim that it is their business to save those which cannot save themselves, and use this to get involved in wars that are not theirs, and beat up badguys whose backstory they have no way of knowing-- and they punch before they stop and listen.

They are cops in every sense of the word. The responsibility of the vigilante is to defend against evil, but part of that responsibility is to figure out who exactly is evil and who is in need of help.

The Marvels creates a team that tries to distinguish evil from good, and delves into the grey area between them. The final battle between Carol Danvers and Dar-benn has the superhero pinning the grey-haired antagonist to the ground as she begs for, then demands, that Carol fix what she damaged. Monica urges her to listen. Through this, The Marvels argues that a hero does not always beat up the bad guy and fight against unrelenting evil, but that a hero can be wrong, and that a hero can reconsider. It's kindness in the way that is revolutionary, where it's much easier to choose cruelty.

The fact that the movie is getting torn apart by critics, then, is not just because it is a "girls movie" or it doesn't have a strong white man for the white male viewer to sympathize with. The Marvels cannot appeal to Marvel fans because it rewrites the genre itself. It takes a film series whose purpose was to depict the struggles of cops, of the wealthy, of people with too much power who are trying to learn how to responsibly wield it, but don't. And it gives that power to people who have watched superheroes try and fail, who are slowly learning to be better heroes than the ones before them.

The next generation is a critique of the last, a group trying not to make the mistakes of the chosen ones that came before them, and as such, the movie exists to critique the movies that came before it. Therefore, a viewer of Marvel who would positively review it, due to sympathizing with the previous heroes and enjoying the power fantasy, would dislike it out of its existence being critical and contradictory to the films they like themselves.

The Marvels is not for Marvel fans-- at least, not those who saw the Avengers as purely heroes. Instead, the film reaches out to people who would have been against the old Avengers, who want a story that dismantles the unquestioned idealism of superheroes and writes about people trying to protect their communities and the people they care about.

So, let the critics complain. The MCU is shedding its roots as a pro-cop and pro-colonialism power fantasy, and evolving into an exploration of what it means to be a true hero.

[gothic-aesthetic-gal]

Old Scars (Part 9)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Link below for the other chapters:Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence, mentions of minor characters (not J) being misogynist/threatening SA, reference to past traumatic injury. Some slightly blurred lines in this one re:touching without consent and threat of violence. Beyond this i'm not sure, i'll update these when I write more.

Part 9 -

Unbeknownst to me, back at the half burned out apartment, the cops had made a run for it. They had tried to track us for a block or two, before deciding that getting to a hospital was a much more pressing concern. The older one had pretty severe burns to his arm and hand, and the tall lean one had burns to the lower half of his face and neck which would need some serious medical attention.

A couple of hours after their departure, a looming dark figure stood in the epicentre of the wreckage. The so-called 'batman' surveyed the scene, a stern look on his masked face as he pieced together some of the chaos which had unfolded. He had found the discarded purple dress and assumed the worst of the woman who was still missing.

His heart had sunk a little, thinking that the joker had left yet another body in his wake but then something had given him reason to pause. There were two toothbrushes in the bathroom, two plates in the sink, and a set of handcuffs attached to the radiator. He needed to look deeper, it seemed as though she might not have been killed after all.

As he paced around the room, he paused by the fireplace which had obvious signs of recent use. On the mantle there was a vase which was conspicuously absent of dust compared to everything around it and peering inside there was something stuffed into the bottom. Tipping it out he unscrewed the lined paper note. It read:

((Your first and last name))

STILL ALIVE

It was dated three days previous.

He felt a little surge of hope somewhere deep in his soul and carefully pocketed the scrap of paper. He could test it for fingerprints - maybe it would bring up some kind of record, some kind of lead. Meanwhile he and Alfred could keep searching for any tip-offs or recent sightings of either of them. If she had stayed alive this long, there was hope for her, even as the clock was ticking down each agonising second. He would just have to keep searching. He would find them.

Meanwhile, I was in the back of a car. The joker had flagged down a delivery driver and carjacked him at gunpoint. The poor guy looked terrified, and I hurriedly grabbed his delivery bag out of the trunk and threw it over to him with some of the mob money slipped inside. J was not happy about this.

"Get in the car already," he growled, grabbing my wrist and pushing me into the open back door. He slammed the trunk and my door before getting into the driver's seat.

"Let me ride shotgun," I protested.

His gaze met my own via the centre mirror.

"Why?"

"Come on, you know you can keep a better eye on me that way, and you've only got one usable arm right now - how are you gonna steer and drive stick?"

He growled in a way that signalled he knew I was right but didn't want to admit it and I quickly hopped into the front instead.

I'd barely got the passenger door shut before he started pulling away. He was heavy on the gas as we accelerated down the dark back-streets, with me doing my best to change up and down while he focused on steering. By the time we crossed into downtown, we were like a well-oiled machine, wordlessly synchronised. I watched the towering skyscrapers, like fingers clawing at the sky, and the crawling city traffic with a sense of infinite small-ness. I couldn't understand how anyone managed not to feel like a tiny, insignificant ant in this metropolis hellscape and I started to wonder if that was a feeling I'd just have to learn to carry for the rest of my life - a life that was unlikely to be long-lived if I couldn't get free of this deadly dance...

With a sigh, I flicked on the radio and switched through the first couple of channels' adverts until the sound of Frank Sinatra's crooning bled through the static on a 'golden oldies' station. I fiddled with the knobs until it cleared and came through smooth. To my astonishment, after a moment of driving in silence just listening to the music, J began to sing. Well, as close to singing as he was able in his rumbling, scratchy voice.

"She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight," he began, looking at me with a curious kind of smile.

I frowned in confusion at this latest development.

"She loves the theatre, but never comes late,

She'll never bother with the people she hates," he continued as I stared at him in fascination while he put on this strange little show for me.

"That's why the lady is a tramp!" His voice rang out, a little clearer than when he had started. It actually sounded much better - Almost good. I couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Ah see, it's not all bad, doll," he grinned.

I wasn't entirely sure what he meant and his moods were so changeable that it was hard to ever truly relax in his strange company.

"Are you calling me a tramp?" I asked playfully as he gave way to Sinatra's vocals for the rest of the verses.

"Yes, but it's a good thing, see, he likes that she's a little off-kilter," he said enthusiastically.

"So it's actually other people who have branded her a tramp?" I mused aloud.

"Exactly! Because she doesn't follow their silly little rules!" He said with a kind of child-like excitement which lit up his features.

A sly smile found its way onto my face.

"In that case, I guess I'm okay with it."

We were travelling further away from the beating heart of the city again now, along some great artery. The buildings were thinning out and getting older the further we went. Signs of decay and decline replaced the glistening glass and chrome of the financial centre, and the nicer working class neighbourhoods bled into the rougher ones. I watched as we rolled past burned out and boarded up properties with graffiti scrawled across every surface. We had crossed into the world of broken glass and potholes, of kids without a safe home to go to running in little gangs down roads lined with the skeletons of burnt out cars.

"A tale of two cities," I said dryly.

J said nothing, as the insufferable adverts started up, prompting me to turn off the radio in frustration.

"I have to make a phonecall," he announced with sudden seriousness, pulling the car over. I hurriedly dropped down to first and put on the parking break as he moved to get out of the car. He hesitated for a moment, turning back toward me. Unsure as to what he was about to do, I froze up for a moment.

"You could have taken your coat back, you look like a drowned rat," I sighed.

"You have my phone," he said matter-of- factly, leaning across so that he was able to slip his good hand into his coat, which I was still wearing. There was that little voice in me again, from some inner deep, dark cave in my soul, telling me I wanted him. I tried to pretend it didn't exist as he withdrew. The sound of the rain briefly entered the car as he stepped out into the downpour and closed the door behind him. I picked up the cardboard box from the footwell and took another couple of swigs of neat whisky. Everything was becoming too strange to be stone-cold sober.

Was this technically drink driving? I considered it for a moment, but decided that it didn't count as I wasn't the one steering or controlling the speed of the vehicle. Compared to assaulting multiple police officers, the theft of one of their firearms, arson, carjacking, and helping a wanted criminal escape law enforcement... DUI was the least of my problems. By the time he got back in the car a couple of minutes later, he was soaked through.

"I could have, but maybe I like seeing it on you," he said with a smirk.

"In that case you can definitely have it back," I retorted complete with a eye roll.

He turned to me, using his hand to comb his hair back, with a mischevious look plastered across his his face. He leaned in closer.

"You, uh, don't have to pretend you don't like it, doll. I know you do," he teased.

I felt the warm blood in my cheeks as I blushed, and turned away to look out of the window. The raindrops on the glass were illuminated by the street lights and glistened like little diamonds in the dark.

With surprising tenderness, he placed his hand under my jaw to turn my head back towards him. His cold fingers softly caressed my burning hot cheek.

A kind of rumbling sigh escapsed him.

"You are beautiful."

The car pulled up a steep hill alongside a tall chain link fence and we passed through some kind of gatehouse or check point. The old booth where guards would have sat was now just an emtpy shell with smashed in windows. Once we crossed this threshold, I realised we were inside the grounds to some kind of institution, a school, or a maybe some old government offices, judging by the numerous buildings scattered around the complex.

My whole body tensed up, unsure what he might be about to do next. Unsure what I would do if he did make any kind of move on me. I felt disappointed and relieved in equal measure when he instead turned the ignition and we returned to driving.

It wasn't until we were travelling along the tree lined avenue up to the central entrance of a building with wings outstretched on either side, that I realised where we were. The old Kirkbride layout of the abandoned Parkview mental hospital loomed up over the skyline ahead like some kind of enormous bat. The repetetive windows along its symmetrical layout inspired the same feelings of despair and insignificance in me that the skyscrapers in the city centre did. I thought about how terrified countless others had been driving up to this very spot, many of them never to leave again. So many of their stories ended in an unmarked plot somewhere on the grounds.

Gotham was not a new city, and like most other metropolitan centres, it needed places to house those deemed not fit to be out in polite society - the mentally ill, sick, disabled, women who were too headstrong, anyone who stepped out of the thin lines drawn at the time. The solution, the men in power decided, was to build an enormous hospital complex on what was then the fringes of the city - separate, distant from it. It was designed to be self-contained. Many of the doctors and nurses could live on site alongside the patients in their own little village, and there would be a farm for work, and an enormous boiler house to power the place. The inmates were regularly expected to do unpaid work in the kitchens, the farm, and so on to run the place. It was a closed system. Hotel california: You could check out any time you liked, but you could never leave.

As we pulled up by the grand steps at the entrance, I shivered. It felt as though all that suffering had bled into the walls, seeping like a poison into the groundwater. Overcrowding, abuse and neglect, spread just like the various infectious diseases that tore through the wards. Whatever good intentions they might have been set up with, through the years the asylums spiralled into little more than glorified plague pits to throw society's rejects down into.

With de-institutionalisation, the great bloated beasts fell one by one. All aside from Parkview, and a handful of smaller, more modern private facilities, and of course, the ever-infamous Arkham - that would remain to house those deemed criminally insane, the last man standing. My legs were shaking as we climbed the old stone steps to the administration tower, deeply apprehensive about walking into a place with such a devastating history.

"Why here?" I asked, feeling as though I was physically unable to go any further.

I was fixed to the last step, muscles taught and twitching as I turned to look back towards the blinking lights of the city down the hill.

"Until I know who is compomised, I can't go back to the usual places, even my men don't know about this one," he muttered.

"But, why here?" I said, clutching onto my carboard box with white kuckles, still not getting it.

He turned around frowning at me from the shadowy entrance hall.

"This place is..." I trailed off.

"Haunted?" he said sounding unconvinced.

"Well, that's what people say. I don't really believe in ghosts but - there was so much suffering and death here. It's like I can feel it."

He stepped back out into the moonlight.

"You can... feel it?" He asked, sounding perplexed.

"And you don't?" I questioned, equally disbelieving.

We stared at each other for a moment before he broke first and put his good arm around my shoulder.

"Ah come on, you, uh, aren't gonna let some silly little urban legend scare you. You'll be fine," he urged, strong arming me through the door.

My eyes strained to adjust in the darkness, and I was desperate not to look too long at anything, for fear of seeing something that would set me into a panic. I knew J could tell just how afraid I was. Compared to other times I'd managed to fight back my fear, or bury it, here I felt completely taken over by it. I wondered what his thoughts about that were. He let his arm slide down off of my back and instead roughly grasped my hand in his. With a yank he pulled me further into the darkness.

"C'mere, just follow," he said, commanding in tone - but not barking orders like I'd seen him do to his men.

I let him lead me up the central staircase and left, down a long hallway with a run of open doors. They had once been single rooms, cells really, many with the old metal bedframes still inside. The doors all had a small observation window in them and there was something so eery about the seemingly endless hallway full of them hanging open.

"This central section was the last part to shut down," J said as we finally hit the end of the hall and entered a stairwell. The opening between the floors was caged all round, I guessed to stop anyone jumping. It made the space claustrophobic as we clambered up to the next floor. I could see one of the other hallways we passed the entrance for was in a worse state - with a bowed floor and the start of a collapse at the far end. I wondered how long it would take for all four levels of each wing to collapse through to the ground. One day the building would be less of a corpse and more of a skeleton; walls without a roof, completely open to the sky.

"So, parts of it look untouched, aside from the usual vandalism," he continued casually as we came to a stop at a remarkably clean room. The ones on this floor were a little larger, as they had clearly housed four beds, the frames of which were haphazardly shoved into one corner, lying in a tangled mess. On the opposite side of the room, there was a stack of old palettes, like the kind you'd use a forklift to shift. On top of the stack was a double mattress, and a dust sheet tucked over the top. J tugged away the plastic sheeting to reveal the bed, complete with duvet and pillows, and a garish patchwork quilt screwed up on top.

"Give me a hand," he motioned.

Since he didn't have use of both of his, I shook and then straightened out the sheets for him. I failed to hide my surprise at the fact that the bed seemed very clean.

"What, did you expect me to sleep on some piss-stained mattress that a squatter left behind, to use mouldy blankets left over from the hospital?" He scoffed.

"No... I don't know. None of this makes sense to me..." I sighed.

He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the mattress.

"What if I need the bathroom?"

"Two doors down to the left," he said jovially.

"Is it a bucket?"

"No. The city left the water connected to the central building and after a lot of finger pointing as to whose responsibility it was to fix it, no one did," he grinned flopping down onto the bed.

"Sure sounds like Gotham to me," I mumbled in dry amusment.

"There's no hot water of course. No heating," he added.

"Of course," I echoed bitterly, pulling the coat tighter around me and gritting my teeth against the cold.

He put his good arm behind his head so that his elbow pointed skyward.

"So, where am I supposed to sleep?" I asked.

"Don't play coy princess, you're smarter than that," he said, looking me up and down.

My lips pulled into a thin line as I resisted the urge to argue back. He was trying to get a rise out of me when he called me that and I knew it. Instead, slowly, I inched closer and sat on the extreme end of the bed. I took the whiskey bottle out of my cardboard box for another swig, the initial burning sensation giving way to a pleasant warmth in my cold chest. I set the bottle down again carefully.

Patience not being one of his virtues, if he had any at all, he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me down onto the mattress beside him. Instinctually, I began to struggle.

"Hey. Hey," he said relinquishing his grip on me, "I'm just stopping you from catching hypothermia. God you're so stubborn," he muttered, throwing the covers over both of us with me still bundled up in the heavy coat. It was immediately warmer, which stopped me from getting up and moving away but I hated that he was right.

"Do you always sleep with your shoes on?" He asked, breaking the oppressive silence that had fallen over us.

"What?" I breathed, screwing my face up into a frown of confusion.

"This is the second time."

I finally realised what he was getting at.

"Oh, no. At the apartment I wanted to be ready to run if I had to. Here, you didn't give me a chance to take them off!" I grumbled, awkwardly unlacing the boots beneath the covers and kicking them out into the cold.

I was positioned as far away from his side as I could manage without falling out, and turned to face him, deciding it was better to be able to see him than not. His rain soaked hair was pulling into individual waves and curls as it began to dry out a little. My head was cold and acheing from my own damp hair.

He made a little show of placing the handgun i'd stolen from the police down by his side of the bed - making it obvious I couldn't get to it without clambering over him. I stuffed both frozen hands into my into my pant pockets for warmth, and I realised the screw driver and his knife were nestled there. I subtly slipped them under the mattress on my side; he didn't need to know I had either of those. He rolled his eyes at my defensive behaviour and leisurely rolled over to face the wall.

The light of the almost full moon cast strange, stretched out shadows through the tall windows and the room was awash with weak silver light. Everything looked translucent and ghostly. I would try to stay awake as long as I could, not able to trust my companion.

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[of-many-aus]

The Deal

Summary: jj is approached with a challenge that he couldn’t refuse, even if he tried

Warnings: underage drinking, stealing, mentions of killing and violence

A/N: i don’t really know what to think of this series so far- i hope you like it though :)

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JJ Maybank could do anything. That was just common knowledge. The boy could pickpocket without a second thought. Surf the biggest wave in the middle of a hurricane. Run from the cops for hours without breaking a sweat. The list goes on.

But the one thing that JJ Maybank couldn’t do- something that was also common knowledge to the whole island- was back out of a challenge.

If someone so much as uttered that they thought JJ couldn’t- or better yet, wouldn’t- do something, the boy would set himself on a war zone that only ended with him completing the task. Which is why it was best to never even think the words ‘I dare you’ within a five mile radius of the boy.

He supposed that was how he found himself in his current predicament, about to do what could perhaps be considered the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. And that list was as long as the island.

Of course, JJ would like to say that he had been minding his own business when it happened, but nobody would believe that- not even if they were meeting him for the first time and had only known him for a few seconds.

He had been chatting to some snooty touron that wore a watch that was almost the size of his head and sparkled brightly in the light of the bonfire. Said watch was what JJ was currently trying to discreetly swipe off of the boy's wrist.

“-and then I told her that of course, it was no problem that I paid the ten thousand dollar fine.” He spoke boisterously, clearly trying to attract the attention of others nearby as he flexed his fathers vast fortune.

It took everything the blond boy had not to wrinkle his nose at the realization that people like the kooks lived off the obx as well, that some people weren’t any better off the island.

The tourons words were slurred and he was stumbling while trying to stand in place, watch wearing hand holding onto a red solo cup that had a bit of liquid left sloshing around in it.

JJ figured that the dude was so drunk that he no doubt could have just asked for the watch and he would have given it to him, but stealing it was much more fun.

“Maybank!”

The boy froze for half a second, thoughts of how he was caught slamming into his mind, but he roughly pushed them away. Instead, he finished slipping the watch into his back pocket and put on a neutral face, turning around to face the three advancing figures, the one in the front of the group being the one that had called his name.

“Fellas!” JJ greeted with mock happiness, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Beat it,” Rafe snapped at the touron who’s eyebrows had furrowed at being interrupted, but the drunk guy stumbled away nonetheless, muttering under his breath as he went.

So this wasn’t about the watch, they would have called him out in front of the touron if it was.

Topper was leading the pack with Kelce and Rafe right on his heels, which was slightly strange, considering the fact that Rafe was always the one taking charge.

Right now though, it was clear why Topper was in the front. He had a look that could kill on his face and JJ was on the receiving end of it. Whatever the boy did must have been bad. Too bad he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was.

“You,” Topper seethed, surging forward and seizing the boy by the collar, shaking him for good measure, “You need to keep your little friend away from her.”

Now JJ was confused, “Who?” He asked dumbly.

“Routledge.” The blond angrily turned him around to face the direction of where John B was happily chatting to Sarah Cameron by the fire, “You need to keep him the hell away from Sarah.”

Realization dawned on Maybank before the confusion kicked back in, “I don’t have anything to do with that.”

Topper smiled suddenly, a chilling smile that even made JJ uneasy, and he released his hold on the boy, making a show of smoothing out his shirt for him.

“Of course not, but you could always steer his attention away.” Topper spoke smoothly, “There’s some ways to do that, like, oh, I don’t know… dating his sister.”

JJ’s heart dropped into the pit of his stomach, “What?”

Kelce shrugged nonchalantly, “Everyone knows he hates the idea of his little sister dating, so what better way to distract him than his own best friend taking her out?”

His face turned up in disgust at the thought that these boys assumed they could just tell him to take you out. As if they had any say over your life, “Why the hell would I do that?”

“Oh, we’re intending to pay you, of course.” Topper was now speaking as if it was just a normal conversation, “For every date that you take her out on, we’re willing to pay two hundred dollars.”

That was more than he made in two weeks when he worked at that fancy country club.

“And don’t worry,” Rafe jumped in with a menacing smile, “We’re not expecting you to do this forever. Just until the midsummers dance, that way it distracts John B long enough for Topper to get back with Sarah.”

Two hundred dollars.

“And what if I say no?” JJ challenged with a raised eyebrow, trying to keep his composure.

Topper shrugged, “We could always have someone else go out with her. Someone who would do it for far less of a price. Come on, Maybank. What’re you, scared?”

Uh oh. That was a challenge. Something that he couldn’t back out of, even if he tried. It was a pointless battle against himself, and he knew it.

JJ’s stomach churned with worry and disgust. Of course, he knew how awful their offer was- being paid to take you out. But what if he didn’t? What if someone else was taking you out, someone with far worse intentions.

You and JJ might not always get along, but he couldn’t do that to you. That wouldn’t be right. Not to mention John B would kill him. Well, he would anyway if he took you out.

There was a hard look in his eyes when he spoke next, a sort of serious determination that was exceedingly rare to see from the boy.

“Fine.” Was all he said, doing everything in his power not to cringe.

“Wonderful. It’s a deal.” Topper smiled widely, turning on his heel, “Pleasure doing business with you, Maybank!” He called over his shoulder as he and the others strutted away.

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You must have first started hating JJ Maybank in the third grade, because that’s when all the firsts happened. First tests, first friendships, first crushes, first hatred’s.

He was in the fourth grade along with your older brother at the time, and you couldn’t stand him- not a single thing about him.

It was probably due to the fact that at the mere age of nine, he had been chasing after your brother in your yard when you had been innocently walking across it, probably to go fishing off the dock. He hadn’t seen you in the way and body slammed right into you when his head was turned, sending you tumbling to the ground with a face full of grass and dirt.

JJ had been frozen in place, horrified as you started crying, but before he could even open his mouth to try and apologize, you had started screaming at him. Telling him that he was a dumb boy who had too big of shoes if he was tripping into you while running.

Immediately, he turned furious, snapping back at you about how you should have been watching where you were going instead of being in ‘la la land’.

The two of you proceeded to launch into shouts of the best insults that your young minds could muster, and were mere seconds away from lunging at each other when Big John had wandered out at the commotion and physically had to hold each of you back.

But even with your restraints, it did nothing to stop the venomous looks you sent at one other. Glares that declared from that moment forward to be rivals. To hate each other with every bone in your body. Even now, at the ages of fifteen and sixteen, neither of you had stopped.

“Bambi,”

Speak of the devil.

You and a couple friends were hanging out at a kegger that your brother and his own friends started a couple of hours ago, nursing some red solo cups near a bonfire when you heard JJ Maybank call out to you with that stupid nickname he gave you a couple years back.

A scowl appeared on your face as your friends silenced around you and you turned around to glare at him, “What do you want, JJ?” The annoyance was clear as day in your tone.

He spread his arms out with a large grin, “What? I can’t stop by to say a friendly little ‘hi’ to you?”

“No.” You deadpanned with an eye roll, “So beat it, Maybank.”

“Relax, Bambi, relax,” The blond held his hands up in mock surrender, “I come in peace.”

“Since when?” You shot back, taking a long sip from your cup.

“Since now.” He smiled at you. He never smiled at you, “I just wanted to talk-“

“Not interested.” You cut him off and turned back towards your friends, “Come on, guys,” You muttered, “I need another drink.”

Your friends hurriedly trailed after you as you stormed away, always getting worked up whenever JJ was around.

The boy was left behind, watching your retreating figure.

This was going to be harder than he thought.

[snffbeebee]

Poisoned Apples Chapter 1

A/N - Well here it is Ya'll the first chapter!! Now @ezilyamuzed and I have made a schedule for a new chapter to come out every Sunday...That crazy girl has already written probably the next 2, maybe even 3 chapters, so get ready!!

Warnings - Language and Violence ..... just for now, but in the upcoming chapters PLEASE read the warnings!!!

Word Count - 3,375.

“Yo, we got another one,” you heard a voice state on the other side of your office wall as you were ready to pack up for the night. 

“Great,” you sighed as you took off your jacket. Guess it’s another late friday. You walked out to the EMT who was filling out his clipboard as the nurse was getting your new client registered. 

“What do we have?” you asked as you walked out. 

“Crazy son of a bitch,” he replied. “Fucking insane. Just your type.”

You looked down at the blood that he had on his shirt and pants while he spoke. No cuts on him, so must have been the new client. There was a struggle indeed. Great, one of those nights. 

“Does he need medical first?”

“This isn’t his blood,” he replied. He went on to tell a story of how there were multiple bodies found at the scene brutally murdered and him in the midst of it all; silent. It gave you an eerie chill as he described how the cops had to subdue him with tasers so the EMTs could sedate him for transfer. 

“And why is he here then?” you gave him a harsh reply. “He should live the rest of his life in jail.”

“That’s the thing,” he sighed. “Cops ran his prints. He’s supposedly dead. They figured this would be best for him while they figure out how a dead guy is alive. Keep him sedated and in a nice padded room.”

“This is not a babysitting service,” you rolled your eyes. “This is a hospital for the mentally ill.”

“And killing 4 people with your bare hands isn’t?” He gave you a look that made you want to punch him. Smartass. 

“Still sedated?” 

“Hell yes.”

“Put him in room 13,” you said with a huff. 

You walked back into your office as the nurse crept to the doorway.

“Dr. Y/L/N?”

“Yes?”

“My 3rd shift relief isn’t here yet and I have to get my son…”

“Go home Anne. It’s okay. Security is still here and everyone is asleep. We should be fine until she gets here.”

“But with the new intake…”

“He’s sedated. He will be fine. I’ll do the paperwork,” you gave an assuring smile. “Go tuck in your little one and have a good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Don’t stay all night,”She gave you a knowing look. Sometimes she was more of a mom than a coworker, but you loved her for it. She knew you would stay until relief came, and even more likely not go home until well after that. This place was practically your home. 

She left with a goodbye as she gathered her things. The EMT was walking back with the guy 4-point cuffed to the stretcher, soaked in blood. He was a mess for sure. You followed him to room 13 and got him in safely, putting on your nitrile gloves first to check for anything in his pockets that could be harmful. 

The EMT didn’t even hesitate to book it out of there after dropping him off. With a ‘good luck’ he was out quickly. Just you and the mystery man. You look at his still face, he looked handsome under all that grime. You reached into his pockets looking for anything and found a car key for some old chevy and a couple of wadded up dollars. You bagged them, ready to just leave him be until more help came but you felt bad leaving him like that. All the blood, more than likely waking up with that still on him was going to do more harm than good if he wasn’t already completely psychotic.  

After retrieving a bucket of water and some cloths, you worked to wipe him down a bit. Starting with his arm you washed off the blood and dirt, moving him down to his hands, careful of the cuffs. You moved over to the next one when a mark caight your eye. You tried to turn his arm over so you could see, but the cuff was making it difficult. You looked at his peaceful face once more and made the decision to take off the cuff to see. It was an odd red mark that looked like a seven with two lines near it. After making a mental note, you moved to his face. The water revealed freckles along his nose and a little scar on his chin. He was very handsome underneath it all as you continued to try and get the blood out of his hair.

 You had gotten distracted in your task that you almost didn’t catch the piercing green eyes snap open to you, stabbing you in your soul. You didn’t even have a chance to breathe in before his hand was around your throat. As he squeezed you felt the sheer panic inside of you overtake your body as he gave you a look that could only be described as murderous as his eyes hit yours like little diggers. He began to blink rapidly, like he was awaking from a dream.

“Where am I?” his grip grew softer for you to choke out ‘St.Stan’s hospital’.

He looked you up and down before he dropped his hand. He undid his cuffs as you bent over trying to catch your breath threw the choking. 

“Why am I here?”

“EMT brought you,” you replied, backing away from him slowly as you rubbed your neck. “You murdered 4 people when they found you.”

“I what?” he furrowed his glare to you.

“That’s what they said,” you replied in defense, not wanting to make him angry. 

“Cops around?”

“Not now, but I’m sure they were.”

“Time to go then,” he replied as he got up from his spot. 

“You can’t just leave,” you blurted out. 

“Who’s going to stop me?” He gave you a hard glare. You didn’t respond, but stood emotionless, hoping that your words didn’t put you into more harm. “That’s what I thought.”

He opened the door and peered out, he shut the door rather quickly and quietly for someone attempting to escape.

“Shit,” he breathed out. 

“What?”

“5-0,” he replied before looking back at you. “You.”

“Me what?”

“You need to go out there and get them away from here.”

“How am I supposed to-“

“Figure it out,” he snapped at you. 

You nodded as you walked out, throwing your gloves away in the garbage can outside the room. As you walked down the hall you wondered what would happen if you did just give him over. He killed four people. Could the police take him down?

“Officer Tony,” you smiled as you got to the reception desk.

“Doctor,” Officer Tony replied firmly. He was a frequent visitor for cases, more often to shamelessly flirt for a while while you turned him down each and every time. Typically he would call you by your real name and then attempt to ask you out. He didn’t this time. He was oddly still and serious.Unlike him. “I’m doing a follow up on a guy they brought in.”

“The resurrected dead guy?” 

“That’s the one.”

“He’s still sedated,” you responded after noticing Tony was all alone which was something else unusual. Where was his partner Jake? 

“So we need 24/7 watch on time while they do their investigation and eventually they will move him to a more secure facility. We need you to check his mental competency for trial, so we won’t get any of that bullshit insanity pleas.”

“Is there even proof he did it?” you found yourself asking. 

“He was found in the middle of it.”

“What if it was self defense?” 

“Unlikely,” he scuffed at you. “Bastard is going to fry.”

“I thought it was innocent until proven guilty ?” you snarked back. He didn’t really flinch at that, but stared you down like he was the boss. Very annoying. 

“Anyways,” he changed the subject, obviously annoyed by you as well. “We need all your reports of course when you start with him.”

“That’s fine,” you replied. “If he signs a release of information.”

“Excuse me?”

“He is a patient in my care now,” you harped back. “Legally I don’t have to tell you shit about him.”

“You’re going to make this hard on me?”

“I’m just doing my job the right way, Officer,” you posed with a fake smile. “At least one of us should.”

“I’ll be back with a warrant,” he replied with a scowl before leaving. You waited a moment before going back to the mysterious man. If he really was a danger, you couldn’t just let him go back out and hurt people. You had no idea what you were doing, but your gut told you there was something more to all of this. 

“Good job,” he stated as you returned. “Pissing off the local boys is always a favorite behavior of mine.”

“Why shouldn’t I call security right now?” you blurted out. “You’ve already attacked and threatened me. Why shouldn’t I even call that cop back in? Give me a reason.”

“Because you and a lot of people here will die if you do,” he responded coldly. 

“Is that another threat?” 

“Prediction,” he stated as he shook his head. “Now I need your help to get me out of here.”

“No.”

“No?” he looked back to you with a smirk. “Oh I wasn’t asking sweetheart.”

He grabbed at your arm and pulled you to follow him. You struggled against him but then felt something pointing into your back. It felt sharp as you tensed up. 

“How did you get a knife?” you asked.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he said as you felt the pressure pushing into you again. “Now I want you to walk like everything is normal, get your stuff, and we are leaving in your vehicle. One wrong move and you will regret it.” 

You did as you were told, walking as calmly as you could back to your office. You grabbed your bag and phone. He took them from you, slipped the phone into his pocket, and pulled out your ID from your wallet in your purse. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he read aloud. “ I now know your name, birthday, and address. If you do something stupid, don’t think I won’t come find you.”

“How do you expect to get pass security?” 

He looked down at himself and noticed the blood soaked clothes. 

“Where’s your property room?” 

“We don’t have-“

“Bullshit,” he spat. “All these places have one to lock up the loonies things. Where is it?” 

“Next to security,” you stated. 

“Well, isn’t that fun?” he smirked. 

He pushed you along the hallway, you attempting to give directions as you approached security. There was one of the three guards on duty in there and he was busy watching videos on his phone. You pointed to the property room and he grabbed the keys from your clip on your waist, putting them in your hands. After unlocking it, you found yourself alone in a dark room with this psychopath until he found the light switch. 

“Jackpot,” he stated as he grabbed jeans and a shirt. He tore off his clothing that he had on, leaving him in just his boxers for you to see as he got himself dressed. You had turned your head away for a moment, but he made made the comment about you being a stuck up prude that caused you to look back. 

“The other guards are doing rounds,” you stated. 

“We better hurry then,” he replied as he grabbed his jacket and tucked it in his arm. “And remember-“

“Yeah yeah,” you scoffed. “Don't try anything.” 

As you walked out the guard, Bob, with his phone playing some comedy skit noticed you.

“Late night Dr. Y/N?” he smiled.

“Yes,” you smiled back as you signed yourself out of the clipboard. 

“And who is this?” he looked over to the mystery man.”

“My intern,” you blurted out and then calmly smiled. “He doesn’t have his badge or keys yet.”

“Well sign out,” Bob said looking at the man with a suspicious look.

You watched as he signed himself out. Name Jonathan Cash. An alias? More than likely. You said your goodbye and went directly outside of the building after he buzzed the two of you out. You knew that if he did his job it would only be within 5 minutes or so that he noticed that Jonathan Cash never signed in. 

“Which car is yours?” you felt the sharp pressure on your back again. 

“The ‘70 camaro,” you replied. 

“Really?” he sounded surprised. “I would have thought a prius or minivan.”

As you approached the car he directed you to get in the driver's seat and drive normally. You did as directed as he started to go through everything he could within your car. 

“Old water bottles, hairbrush, packs of gum,” he said as he started to toss around things. “Change of clothes.”

He stopped when he saw the underpants and picked them up with a smirk and a wink to you, but put them back away. 

“Where am I going?” 

“You’re place,” he responded. “Need to lay low and refocus.” 

“Well Jonathan, if that is your name,” you stated as you looked behind you in the mirror . “I think we’re  being followed.”

He turned his head back and watched a newer Ford Queen Victoria staying far enough back to not be too close, but still close enough to not lose you. 

“How far is this place of yours?” he asked.

“Two more blocks,” you replied. 

“You have salt?” 

“What?” you gave him a funny look. 

“Salt, iron, any type of weapons there?”

“You’re insane,” you continued to furry your brows

to him.

“Probably,” he stated as he adjusted himself back into the seat and started looking through your stuff again. “But just as a quick rundown precaution, demons are after me. They are dicks that are hard to kill without the right weapons, but you can make them hurt a lot. Listen to me and I’ll keep you alive.”

“Demons?” you snarked as you turned into your street. “Are you on something?”

“Sober,” he replied nonchalantly. “Well mostly now.”

You pulled into the driveway of your townhouse. It was simple enough for just you since all your family were all pretty much gone or states away. He looked behind him again and saw the car parked along the side of the road a few houses down with its lights off.

“Inside,” he stated firmly. 

You got out of the car and went inside. He directed you to sit on the couch while he checked around. While he was out of your sight, you stealthily retrieved the glock you had in your desk drawer. When he came back you aimed it right for him.

“Whoa,” he held up his hands. “Don’t shoot me! I’m not the enemy here.”

“Bullshit,” you blurted. “Now get down on the floor.”

“You don’t want to pull that trigger,” he showed you the mark on his arm. “You do that and things will only get worse for you.”

“Toss my phone on the couch and get down,” you commanded again. “I won’t ask twice.”

“Okay, okay,” he replied as he retrieved the phone and tossed it, getting down to the floor with his hands still up. Before he was fully down on the floor all of the sudden your front door was kicked in, Tony the cop now entering with a friend behind. His eyes weren’t his eyes. They were black as night. They charged in towards you, the mystery guy jumping up in return to attack. As Tony attacked your capturer the other one pulled out a long silver, almost dagger like weapon. He was coming right at you. You put two slugs into him and he continued like nothing happened. You emptied the clip

into him but he managed to keep moving, now right in front of you reaching for you. You attempted

to flea, but he grabbed you from behind, pinning your arms down with his as you flayed your legs to escape. He was strong. Too strong. You finally stopped fighting when you felt the cold steel along your throat. 

“Give it up Winchester or she dies,” your aggressor stated. 

You caught a glimpse of the fight between the cop and your patient. It was brutal and bloody as your patient stabbed Tony in the chest with a similar looking blade. He got up with a murderous look. You weren’t sure who to be more scared of in the moment, but your gut told you that this Winchester guy was going to win. 

“Let her go,” he warned. “I won’t ask twice.”

“Crowley wants you. You can come peacefully or her blood can be on your hands,” he pushed the blade closer to your neck, cutting it just enough that you felt blood drip. 

In a swift motion Winchester threw the blade and it went right past your head into the skull of your aggressor. His blade cut a little deeper as he fell down and you stumbled forward as his grip fell. 

You grabbed at your neck and looked at your hand that now had blood on it. Winchester got down on his knees and examined you, asking if you were alright.

“No!” you yelled as you pushed him away and got up. “What the hell were those guys?” 

“Demons,” he replied. “I told you.”

“Demons aren’t real!” you screamed as you went and grabbed a towel from your kitchen to hold against the wound on your neck. 

“They are,” he snapped back in annoyance. “You saw their eyes and the fact that you emptied the chamber in that guy and he didn’t drop dead.”

“This is so fucked up,” you breathed out, not knowing what to think. 

“Welcome to my life,” he laughed. “And more will be coming. We got to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“Fine, you explain the dead cop and the guy you shot 15 times to the authorities,” he snapped back. “That is if more demons don’t get here first.”

You took a deep breath as you looked around. Fucker was right. How could you even possibly explain this and the gun had your fingerprints all over it. Not only that, but whatever happened to those guys, demonic possession or not, there was no way you could defend yourself alone. This was one of those no win situations that you had to make a decision about quickly. 

He was already picking up the weapons and rummaging through their pockets, taking out any cash he found. You picked up the gun that was on the floor next to him. He looked over at you with a cocked up brow. 

“Where do we even go?” you asked. 

“Anywhere,” he replied with solemnness to his voice, almost as if he felt bad about the situation that you were now in. “Grab a bunch of clothes and anything you care about. I’m going to grab what I can from your kitchen to get us by for now, but tomorrow, we need you to empty out any accounts you have because you will never be able to go back to this life again.” 

You nodded that you understood as you moved to go upstairs to your bedroom. Once there, the tears rolled out as you grabbed as much of your stuff you could fit into your suitcase and book bag. after changing into non bloody comfy clothes. The only real personal thing that you took with you was a photobook, to at least remember the life you once had. 

“Ready?” he stated as you descended down the stairs. 

You nodded as you looked back at your home that was now a crime scene. Another tear rolled out as you walked a little slower to the door. 

“It’s just stuff,” he said as he opened up the door for you. 

You glared at him hard as you walked past him, hissing ‘fuck you’ as you walked out and towards the car. 

“Well this is going to be fun,” he snakred as he shut the door not only to your house, but your life.

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[wonderinglostsoul]

Criminal Mind Fanfic

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, violence, assault, mention of rape and suicide. I tried not to get too graphic with the decription

Note: This is a slow burn so I hope you can bare with me. I am trying to make it as short as possible. ( I actually wrote this note when I am writing the first chapter and now I have 8 chapters on my draft sooooooooo)

I know that it is a long read but I tried to make each chapter as interesting as possible by adding some case. And as a reward here is a smiling Thomas Gibson

You can view other chapters on Wattpad

Master list:

Chapter 1

You arrived at the BAU one hour earlier. No one was there yet so you roam around the office to make yourself busy, trying not to touch anything. You don’t want to evade any privacy or think that you were snooping even before you get the job.

As you roam around you study each of the desk. There is a desk with a lot of books and science fiction stuff. The desk was tidy but not organize. You know that this is a guy in his late 20s. He was hired by the FBI not because of his strength but his intelligence.

The next table was easier to identify because of a family picture on the table. It was the blonde woman who is an FBI and her husband? You figure that he is a cop. You were about to go to the next table when one of the office at the top of the stairs open.

“Can I help you?” A man says with a soft voice. He is fit, tall and handsome. You can see a hint of tiredness in his eyes. Or was it sadness? All you know is that he havent left his office since yesterday. You got a glimpse of the name tag on the door. It says Aaron.

“Mr. Aaron Hotchner, Hi I am [Y/N/L].” You hurriedly went upstair and held out your hand. “Nice to meet you sir”

He shakes your hand and spoke “You too. But you were early, our meeting was not supposed to be in an hour. Please come in” He opened the door.

When you enter the room you see some paper works. He go to one end of the table and he asked you to sit on another.

He read your file. You know that half of it are true but the other half? Its only your previous boss knows.

“This is a good recommendation that you’ve got. However, your experience with the bureau is… short. I am not sure if it can be sufficient with what we need right now.” He said while he continue reading your resume. You can see the hesitation on his face.

“I do understand that you wanted to hire someone who has experience. But I know that I can be of help with you here, sir. I can be of help so you dont have to pull all this all nighter and spend the rest of your time with your son.” You told him. He looked at you intently. You knew that he was not convinced but both of you also know that this interview is just a formality. Hotchner does not want to hire anyone through nepotism. And this scenario reminds him of how Emily Prentiss started in BAU and he is afraid that the history will repeat it self

He sighed and put the folder down. “ I want to be honest with you,” he said in a low serious voice. “I dont know who you are but everyone on the higher ups wanted me to hire you. But this job. What we do, its important and dangerous and if I cannot trust you or you lacking the experience you might be endangering us all”

“Then try me.” You said, sighing in between smile. “If my experience is not enough for you then put me on the field so I can show you what I can do. I know that I have all these backers but I also studied behavioral science and profiling so I know what I am doing. I pass my exam here in Quantico so I am qualified as any of the agents here. I am top of my class. ” You said with conviction. A knock on the door interrupted your meeting. The door opens and a bubbly blonde open the door. You figure out that she was not the same kind of agent that you are.

“I’m sorry, sir but the Texas PD called and they need our help.” She said.

“Thank you, Garcia. Tell everyone to meet at the conference room.” He said.

“Yes, sir.” She said then closed the door.

“I hope you have your travel bag with you. Follow me please.” He stand up and headed to the door.

We arrived at the conference room and everyone fell silent and looked at us.

“Everyone this is [Y/N]. She will be part of the team “Probationally”.” Hotchner Said emphasizing the probationally.

He starts introducing everyone. Reid, the guy with all the book, Jennifer, the woman with a kid and cop husband, Penelope, the girl who knocks at the Hotchner’s door, Morgan and Rossi.

They were talking about a mass shooting in Texas but they cannot find the shooter.

“An L.D.S.K. “Reid said as a matter of fact.

“What is L.D.S.K?” You asked.

“Long distance serial killer” Reid answers.

“A sniper?” You asked. Hotchner click the remote and shows the victims photo.

“Most likely yes. It seems that the victims were being assassinated. The shooter is from a high a place and shot in the victims in the head and the trajectory of the bullet is in downward position” Hotchner explained. Great! You thought. The last thing you need is a case related to your past

“We need to go to texas. wheels up in 30.” Hotchner added and then he headed out of the conference room.

Everyone started to stand up and followed hotchner. You stayed because you thought of something but Morgan interrupted your thought.

“Hey newbie, you coming?” He said,

“Yes, yes.” You said absentmindedly.

You arrived at the jet. Good thing that your previous boss told you to ready a travel bag because this assignment requires a lot of traveling. Derek and Reid are already seated beside each other, in-front of them is JJ. So you seated at the long couch beside them. Rossi and hotchner was seated at the other side of the plane. The screen opens and Garcia was at the monitor. Rossi and hotchner both stand up and join your area. Rossi seated beside you and hotchner seated on the armrest beside Rossi.

They started to discuss about the victimology. 2 of the victims are male both from a different age group and industry.

“I remember one of our L.D.S.K unsub. The nurse. He would use his car to hide himself and shoot his victim.” Morgan suggested

“Yes but he was not aiming for the head. He was only aiming for the stomach. And he was shooting as many victims as he could so he can save them. But this new unsub kills all the victim.” Reid said.

“Of course you remember it correctly. This is were you got your gun right, out of hotch pity because you saves his life.” Morgan teasing.

“I was able to pass my exam after that so I earned it fair and square” Reid answered.

“Alright, how about you [Y/N] do you have your gun. If not, I think Reid’s whistle is around here somewhere. “Morgan teases and started looking around

“She has a perfect score on her qualifying exam. She has the license to use any kind of guns” Hotchner said. You glance at him and you saw that he was looking at you. Everyone fell silent so try to join the quip.

“I can teach you when we comeback” You told Reid with a smile. “ But my tip is to Aim, shoot and follow thru.”

“Thats the same tip from hotch.” You look at hotchner and he was still looking at you intently so you smiled at him. To stop the awkwardness you address garcia,

“Garcia, do you know the height of the victim?”

“Not yet but I will send you the details as soon as I got the ME.” Penelope responded,

“And can you please check the trajectory of the bullet. Can they Identify the angle?” You added

“For what?” JJ asked,

“To find where the shooter was located during the shooting. We can narrow down the buildings and floors to search.” Rossi answered JJ. “That was impressive [Y/N]. You seems to know a lot about balistc.”

“Yeah” You answered.

“Rossi, [Y/N] and Reid, go to the hospital and check the bodies, you can get your answers there. Morgan, JJ go to the lasted crime scene. I will meet at the texas pd.” Hotchner ordered. They all go back to their seat. You read your case file again and analyze the crime scene.

“Newbie, what’s your story” Morgan asked you.

“What do you mean?” You answered peaking from the case file.

“What do you do before you join the BAU?” He asked, everyone was waiting for you to answer. Even Hotchner put down his case file to listen.

Of course you cannot tell them who you really are. It is confidential and they might not understand even if you tell them. So just tell them all the half truth on your resume. You study behavioral science and profiling in quantico. At the same time you do trainings to be a field agent. You have a short stint as an undercover agent and then you asked to be transferred to BAU to pursue your dream job and become a profiler.

“Why is it that your dream job is to become a profiler? It seems rare to find someone with that dream.” JJ asked.

“Because I can read people easily like an open book. For instance, you are married with 2 kids. You grew up in a farm and based on your body built you are athletic. When we are waiting for take off, you ere fidgeting your phone, contemplating whether to call or not but you opted to text. I concur that you had a fight with your husband and you just inform him that you were on the plane and might not be home tonight. I can go on but I dont want to be rude. But I guess you got my point.” You said apologetically.

“Thats amazing,” JJ said still in shock.

“I know, but it seems that I cannot read 100% of who they are and it still puzzles me how they can kill so many people. Do they have remorse or do they enjoy it so much. All I know is that there are alot of things that you can learn with the human behaviour.” You said passionately.

“I hope you’ll get what you needed here. “ JJ said warmly.

“Thanks” you answered,

The plane landed in Texas. When you embarked to the tarmac you see 3 cars waiting for you. You follow Reid and Rossi to the hospital.

At the hospital you confirmed that the unsub did the shooting at a high place. Approximately 18 floors. You asked garcia if there are building like that in a 10 mile radius and she confirm that there are 17 buildings. you were able to narrow it down because of the position of the victim when it falls. He was laying on his back so most likely he was facing the direction of the shooter.

You call Hotch and mentioned this to him. He asked Morgan and JJ to join you so that you can check floors 17 to 19.

You were able to find the bullet casing on the 18th floor and handed them with the ballistic team. Hotch asked you all to go back to the station to round up your findings.

On the way Garcia was able to find the connection on the victims. They were a member of robbers who were responsible on robbing a bank in the early 90’s. The statue of limitation was about to expire soon and they can now used the marked money that they were able to rob during that time. The team figures that one of the member was trying to eliminate the others to have all the share by themselves. There are still 3 members alive.

The team was able to profile the suspect. Male in their late 40s early 50s. Previous member of a gang. Not really an anti social but does not have any committed relationship in the past years.

The team investigated the bank robbery to identify the other suspect. You spent almost the whole day and still does not got anything. Hotch told everyone to go back to the hotel take a rest and start fresh tomorrow.

You were walking at the corridor when Hotch called you. You glance back and said “What’s up?”

“You did great a while ago at the building. You were able to identify the crime scene. It seems to me that you really know a lot with regards to guns and ballistic but it does not show in your resume.”

“It was just a hobby.” You said defensively. “I also read alot of cases before thats why I knew how to examine medical reports. And I guess watching alot of criminal drama also do good.” You told him smiling. Hotchner just nod but still examining you.

“Sure. Rest up and have a good night.” He bid you good night and open his door. You make way to your own room and started to settle in.

The next morning you all reconvene at the station. This time you made the connection. You were separated in 3 teams and went to each suspects house. All of them was out. On the 2 of the suspect you saw letters asking them to meet at the nearby plaza but the other one did not. Now you knew who is the unsub. Hotchner asked everyone to meet there but before you go with Hotchner to the car you realized something.

“Hotchner, wait!” Hotch glance back at you, holding the car door.

“I dont think that the unsub will be at the meeting place. If he used a sniper before, I bet he will also use one here. He will hunt both of them down.”

“You’re right!” He get his phone and dialed Garcia.

“How can I help you today lovely people.” Garcia greeted at the other side of the phone.

“Garcia, can you find a building near the park. around 10mile radius.”

“There are several, ma’am.”

“How about High rise building with atleast 18 floor?” Hotchner asked.

“There are 7 but there is one building with exactly 18 floors and the highest floor is currently renovated. I will send you the address.”

“Thank you!” You and Hotchner both shouted. You go in the car. Reid was waiting for you. While driving you called everyone and mentioned your finding. You will go to the building while the rest will go to the park. Hotchner also asked back up. While on the way you saw a taller building, atleast 20 floors high. You ask Hotchner to stop.

“Stop the car!” You shouted.

“Why did you find anything?” Hotchner asked.

“I am about to. You go to that building that garcia mentioned. I will check something here.” You said in a hurry. You were about to go down. When Hotchner asked you to stop.

“I did not authorized you to do any of this unless you tell me why. Why do you need to go to that building. What is the connection to the case?”

“I cannot tell you just yet. But I can promise you that I can help. just please trust me on this. If I screw up then fire me right here. Just trust me please.” But you know he will not do that so you immediately grab the black bag you stash under the seat and jump out the car. You heard the car go away but you did not look back.

You run in the building and asked the guard that you need to go to the roof. You show your FBI ID badge and they escort you immediately. When you were at the last floor you asked the guard to stay put and dont approach the rooftop until you said so.

When you are at the rooftop, you open your bag. Inside is your sniper. Which you always bring anywhere with you. What was not added in your resume is that you were a trained sniper of the FBI. You are one of the best there is. You assemble the gun and insert some bullets.

You position your gun and look into the scope to locate the building that Garcia mentioned. You scan the top floor and saw the UnSub. He was preparing to shoot. You scan the park and saw the target and you also saw Morgan, JJ and Rossi approaching the 2 targets. When suddenly each of the swat team started falling down. You knew that the unsub was shooting. Before anything else, you point your gun to the unsub. You can see him smiling. And with your instinct you pull the trigger. It hit the unsub in the head. You saw his gun fall on the ground when he lose grip and fell down. Your heart was raising. This is the first time that you use your sniper after that unfortunate event. You were still looking at the scope when you saw Hotchner go to the window trying to find the one who shoot the unsub but you know he will not find you because you are a few miles away that the naked eye cannot see anymore. You look at him at scope for a while. Trying to read his facial expression. You know that he knew you were the one who did this so you know that he was angry at you. But when you look intently at his face, it was not anger, but rather worry that was registering in his face. He was scanning every single building around but to no avail. He frowned then you saw Reid joined him. He talked to Hotchner. Based on his lip movement you read that the others are fine and the officer that was hit was not critical. You smiled and put away your gun.

You retrieve the bullet casing and put it on your pocket. You went down and join the team at the park.

When JJ see you she was surprised.

“I thought you were with Hotch and Reid at the building where the UnSub is?” JJ asked

“Something happened thats why we have to split. How’s everyone? “ you answered her

“Everyone was fine. Some of the SWAT Team got shot as we approached the target but there were graze, I dont think the UnSub has any intention to kill them.” Morgan answered.

“And what will happened to the robbers?” You asked him

“The statue of limitation will not expire until tomorrow so they can still be arrested.” Morgan answered. You smiled.

“Thats great.” You know they have questions. Its not normal that the boss will let someone alone especially during they apprehension of the suspect. And the bag that you carry. You look more suspicious than any unsub there is. But you know that this is your last day. so you do not care anymore.

When you arrived at the station you saw Hotchner. He was shocked for a second to see you and is that a hint of relief? No, you must be imagining. And in a split second his face become serious again. He raised on eyebrow and then look away. You know that you were fired the moment you left that car. So you just approached him holding your badge.

“Sir,” You said in a low voice. When he turn around you stretched your arm, offering him your badge. He just raised his eyebrow again at the sight of the badge then he look at you

“We will talk when we arrive in Quantico.” He said then turn back to whatever he was doing. You retrieve your hand and walk away, joining the rest of the team.

The plain ride was excruciating. Hotchner was quiet and pretending you did not exist. The rest was minding also there own business. So you just lay down on the couch and tried to snooze all the noises. You cannot believe that you were able to screw your dream job.

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Miami Vice S1E18: The Maze

Tubbs is sent undercover to save hostages in an abandoned hotel.

This is absolutely one of those Vice episodes where you are given two versions of the truth and are asked to be discerning enough to realize which one is real. Vice likes doing this a lot with music-- you see something happening on screen that's contradicted by lyrics or musical tone, and you have to figure out if what you're seeing is the lie or whether it's what you're hearing. In The Maze, we are presented with a spoken truth (some people aren't "good enough" to be cops, the world is hard and dangerous, a kid with a gun can't be thought of as a kid ever again) and a witnessed truth (a "bad cop" is suffers no consequences because he's a cop, people you think of as disposable or even frightening are worth protecting, a kid with a gun may be dangerous but that doesn't make him not a child) to striking, devastating effect. There's a distinct sense in this episode that our protagonists are playing proscribed black and white roles in a drama they're not quite ready to see shades of gray in yet-- later in the series their disenchantment with the justice system will come, but in this point in the series, they don't quite see what we, the audience see.

I started this one thinking "it's always weird seeing other cops outside of the main squad," and then one of them immediately died

Womp womp

The two "new" cops, Tim and Dickie, are talking about how they finally made some "real arrests," and how they usually can't get charges to stick because something-something-the-law, and that it's because of guys like them that the area they're in is starting to get "cleaned up"

Immediately Sonny and Rico correct them, very gently explaining the concept of community organizing, and pointing out that whatever "clean up" they've seen happen recently has nothing to do with the cops and everything to do with the people who live here deciding to stand up for themselves and invest in their neighborhoods

This is the thesis of the episode

From here on in it becomes a split between Tim's tough-on-crime view (what's said) and Sonny and Rico's maybe-heavier-policing-isn't-the-answer view (what's shown)

The dancing guy, Pepe, is played by a choreographer known by the real-world name of Shabba-Doo

Sonny pours water on him because Sonny is an asshole

There is a scene in which Switek offers Zito lunch while Zito tries to pick up a woman through the window of the bug van; both of them tell the other they're "pitching" and I. I have questions

Tim, the asshole cop whose partner got shot, suggests that the best way to catch the criminals that killed Dickie is to just go into a building full of squatters guns blazing, random innocents be damned

Sonny glares at him like he is a leopard and Tim is a plate of ground beef

They decide to, instead, send Tubbs undercover in to see if he can clear the squatters out and get them to safety before they go after the Escobars. In order to do this they dress Tubbs up as the world's most beautiful filthy transient. He looks like he should play Jesus in a modern version of Jesus Christ Superstar

It should be mentioned that the ~*scary dangerous building*~ the homeless people and the Escobars are in is a dilapidated hotel owned by a rich white guy who's on the phone about golf when we meet him, and it turns out the only thing really scary about it is that the people inside are living in terrible conditions because they are poor. In case, y'know, other parts of the episode weren't already clear enough on the whole "maybe the system is broken, actually" angle.

After Tubbs is in the hotel for approximately three and a half minutes, Tim charges across the street with his gun because it's "ridiculous" that this is "taking so long"

He completely ruins the operation and causes an immediate gunfight between the police and the Escobars to break out; Tubbs and the rest of the squatters are taken hostage as a result. Tim is not punished for this-- Castillo says that if he "didn't need every man," Tim would be sent home, but that's it.

Let's be very clear, this is a perfect example of why the whole "one bad apple ruins the whole bunch" thing is 100% true about the police

You get one Tim the Asshole on your squad and people fucking die

Actor Joe Morton, who I best know as Henry Deacon from Eureka, but who others may know better as the SkyNet Scientist from Terminator 2, plays hostage negotiator Jack Davis. He has a big ol' stick up his ass, but he's kind of hot anyway?

Sonny smokes like twelve cigarettes in the course of about 3 minutes, and then goes outside because he can't stand to look at Tim any longer. Castillo makes an attempt to comfort him in his extremely Castillo way (he's the one who says the Escobars, who are a bunch of teenagers, "stopped stopped being kids when they started using guns"), which does not seem to calm Sonny down much. He tells him the best thing he can do for Tubbs is "be cool," and then there's a lovely little match on Sonny's face and Rico's face, both looking off to the side, both looking worried.

The graffiti in this episode slays me

666 is COMIN

Why ME

Rico plays with the child hostages, and a teenage girl dances to the music playing inside her head. I genuinely feel like this is one of the saddest episodes of Vice-- we see the squalid conditions these people are forced to live in, they're humanized and made very real feeling, even if they don't have many lines, and you know that even if they all get out alive, nothing good is going to come of it, because they've been living illegally inside an unused building and the police will have to remove them, leaving them all completely homeless. There are multiple shots throughout the episode of the beach-- its crystal blue water, the sun, the pristine sand, palm trees-- through the broken windows of the collapsing hotel. The squatters are bereft in an ostensible paradise, completely disconnected from the glamorous world outside their crumbling walls.

Sonny suggests that they pinpoint the exact location of the hostages; Tim asks why they should bother when it was the hostages who "got them into this."

Yes Tim

Definitely not you, fuckwad

When Davis negotiates to let the small children hostages go, Jaime, one of the Escobars, argues with one of the older boys that "they're just kids," and that they should do as the police said and let them free. Jaime appears to be about fourteen.

Sonny insists he go in to find the hostages; Davis stands behind him shaking his head no at Castillo. Sonny goes in to find the hostages. He climbs over a fence and through a hole in the wall in his loafers and chinos.

When Sonny figures out where the hostages are located, they send in what appears to be the entire national guard of Florida. The Escobars, it should be noted, are five teenagers.

At the end of the episode, approximately twenty adult men with machine guns point their weapons at one teenage boy. He breaks down in tears and falls to the ground, because no matter what Castillo said, he is ultimately a frightened child.

The episode ends on a freeze frame of Sonny and Rico looking at each other, silent, with the darkening blue sky behind them.

[kariachi]

Some ficlet! Team Tennyson on the topic of killing people.

~~

“-fucking biased, I swear it!”

“Hey, Rook’s my friend too, but when you take having the opportunity into account, plus he’s a cop that adds at least ten points-”

“What are you two doing?” Kevin and Ben looked up sharply from their huddle on the couch, flashing matching smiles.

“Nothing.”

“Just arguing.” Gwendolyn raised an eyebrow.

“Uh-huh,” she said, “about what?” Rounding the couch, she plopped down beside her cousin and leaned over him to see a list of names on a sheet of paper between them.

“We’re trying to work out the most to least likely to kill somebody in our social circle,” Ben said with a huffy sigh. “Kevin wants to put Morningstar lower than Rook.”

“Listen,” Kevin cut in, shaking the paper lightly as Gwendolyn heaved a sigh of her own, “as far as anyone can tell neither of them has killed anybody, Mike’s had a lot more opportunity, and Rook’s a cop, it adds up!”

“No, no it doesn’t,” Gwendolyn said, prompting a groan and Ben beamed. “What about the others?”

“Kevin has top slot-”

“Have to be.”

“-with Argit just below him,” Ben said. “Then it’s Manny, Helen, and Pierce, in that order, because apparently Pierce has the patience of a saint.” He rolled his eyes. So did Kevin.

“I just figure, knowing now how you two met, and he didn’t even try to quill you after? Guy was chill.” Slopping back against the cushions, he refocused on the list. “Then there’s you-”

“Excuse me?!”

“-then Ben-”

“Look, I just gave up arguing.”

“-ahead of Elena, then Rook, Mike, Cooper, and Alan in that order. We still haven’t done Julie, Kai, Ester, and Lucy yet.”

“We haven’t done Rook yet,” Ben countered, “we’re not putting him ahead of Morningstar!”

“You’re not doing anybody,” Gwendolyn almost growled, glaring fireballs across the couch, “until you tell me why I’m so high on that list!” Kevin blinked slowly, reaching out a drop a hand on her shoulder.

“G, babe, you were going to expose me, Ben, bystanders, and yourself to dangerous levels of radiation because you had to help a guy you met twenty seconds ago immediately and fuck the risks. You had to go ahead of Ben.” The glare did not diminish.

“And we’re both ahead of fucking Elena because…” Kevin’s eyes narrowed.

“Because Elena only tried to kill one person, for personal reasons, when her brain was fucking up, while Ben offed a clutch because it made his job a bit easier and you’re more likely to kill somebody than him.” Jaw tightening, Gwendolyn fell back in her seat as Ben shrugged with a grimace and gestured helplessly Kevin’s way.

“Well,” she said tersely, “I still agree with Ben- eating people is close enough for Rook to go below Darkstar-”

[rustystars]

wait why didn't you like kinds of kindness

the simple answer is i am just not a yorgos guy.

longer answer is that I think the movie has a very weird & off-putting view of women. like. okay. spoilers ahead obviously.

like okay. minor issues. aesthetically i'm not a fan of the randomness. like, I get that as an overarching theme life IS random & often meaningless, and having bizarre segues or abrupt scene changes can represent that, but very little of it landed for me? the main scene i'm talking about is the black & white dog montage. it was funny, but completely unrelated. it didn't add to the story or signify any meaning, it was just there. we go from story to videos of dogs fucking. the Emma Stone dance scene did a better job at making sense but it was also very out of place. the abrupt cut to & the dancing itself is absurd, which connects to how absurd that moment of her life is; she has just been raped & ousted from the cult, but at the same time she just found her life's goal. it's interesting conceptually but not very interesting to watch. like the movie had some incredibly atmospheric moments, but the music completely took me out of it.

i also didn't think the stories felt connected? part one features a bizarre yet realistic situation. part two & three feature magical realism. there isn't really a bridge or a reason given as to why fantasy elements are added to two of the three parts & not all three. it makes the first part feel very separated from the rest.

in terms of my serious issues, the portrayal of women was like... discomforting. I don't know how to describe it other than that. all three parts of the movie are very much meditations on forms of power, abuse, and the extremes people go to for human connection. both men & women are controlled & control each other, but there's also a clear sense that men have more social power than women, and the movie doesn't really... say anything about that? like there is no greater point or meaning to it.

in part one, Jesse Plemons (i'm gonna be real with you I don't remember any of the character names & I'm not going to google it.) is controlled by Willem Dafoe, but he also has clear power over the women in his life (he forcibly sterilizes Hong Chau, he disrespects Margaret Qualley, & he manipulates Emma Stone). act one is the most cohesive part & his abuse of women makes sense. the professional & personal abuse he receives makes him feel powerless, so he tries to regain agency by hurting & exerting power over a group with less social power than him (women). it's interesting.

in act two Jesse Plemons plays the abusive cop & husband to Emma Stone's possibly fake wife. this part was my least favorite. he is an extreme authority figure & Emma Stone mutilates herself to fit his perfect wife fantasy; she wears clothes that make her uncomfortable, restricts her diet, (possibly) forces a miscarriage, and kills herself. Jesse Plemons is ostensibly "right" in his abuse; once the false self dies, the real and better wife is saved, but there's nothing really SAID about it. a story doesn't need a moral or a clear message for the audience to understand abuse is bad, but the story still seems to stall. again, a woman is abused, and life continues. it can be realistic to life while also feeling pointless. nothing new is discussed & nothing is interesting or subversive about it.

in part three, Emma Stone is part of a cult looking for a magical healer. this one focuses on the role (often religious) belief & personal values play in control, power, and love. the cult encourages their members to remain "pure" by consuming only the leaders' bodily fluids (help.) and Emma Stone is named contaminated after being raped by her husband, despite cleaning out the semen. She is explicitly exposed by Jesse Plemons, who (implicitly) also exposes another woman in the cult. both the people put through the purification ritual are women; so while implicitly men can be contaminated by fucking, only women are shown to be contaminated. her rape is not taken seriously and is still tallied against her. she attempts to rejoin by kidnapping Margaret Qualley and accidentally kills her. this point is complicated (as one of the leaders, she has more power + privilege), but there's also the aspect that Hong Chau's motherhood is celebrated implicitly because her child is a boy, and Emma Stone's is not, because her child is a girl.

yes, there are greater themes to the movie, but in terms of women, nothing new is said. all three parts show women in suffering positions. & even though most of these women have agency (Margaret Qualley in part one, Emma Stone in part two, Hong Chau in part three) it overall seems to portray their suffering as inevitable in all power struggles. as a whole the movie just kept reminding me of other movies/shows/books where this topic (or like, any topic) was portrayed in a more interesting way.

another big part of my discomfort with how women are treated specifically surrounded nudity & sex. I am not anti-nudity in movies and I don't think nudity needs to be "necessary" in order to happen. sex & the body are HUGE components in conversations about power considering they're huge components of real life. at the same time, it wasn't really like. comforting? I'm trying to think of a better word. movies do not need to comfort or coddle the viewer in order to be good/meaningful/interesting, but at the same time, the use of women's bodies was bizarre.

the main thing is the female nudity to male nudity ratio. the context that we see breasts is either during sex (part two) or in terms of a person's overall value (part three). in part three women's breasts are a direct signifier of how they can be used, with the explanation that there is a specific perfect size/appearance. these women's value as a person depend, to the cult, on their breasts. comparatively men aren't shown nude from the waist above often at all, and while we do see Willem Dafoe's dick, it's in a much different context. we see him nude before he fucks someone; he is a leader of the cult and in a position of power, and he controls their sex. Margaret Qualley meanwhile completely devoid of agency while nude. her naked body is compared to a dog's and dragged across the floor, associating the male body with control & the female body with degradation.

i feel like I sound like Freud. anyway. the portrayal of sex is also weird. men fuck (and are in control), and women get fucked (and lose control). the most clear-cut example of this is when Emma Stone is raped by her husband in part three and shamed for it, but it's present throughout all three parts. sex is a means of control, and while men are controlled, none of them are explicitly fucked onscreen in the same way women are. Jesse Plemons and Willem Dafoe's sexual relationship is entirely implicit; Plemons gets fucked, but only off screen. Margaret Qualley and Emma Stone's consensual sex scenes are meanwhile explicit and long. Similarly, while his kisses with Dafoe relate to Dafoe's power over him, they are much less explicit and dominating as when Dafoe and Emma Stone make out in act three. When Jesse Plemons asks to watch the sex tape in part two, even though Margaret Qualley and Mamoudou Athie are reluctant, he is allowed to. When Emma Stone proposes a foursome, she is immediately shut down. he is given sexual agency and she is not. we're told that Hong Chau is sexually in power in part three as a cult leader but again, her power is not shown onscreen.

to sum it up: onscreen, men are only ever sexually in control, and women are only ever sexually submissive, or otherwise not able to express sexuality as adequately. even the car crashes show a pattern of men having more power than women. Jesse Plemons is able to kill a man on purpose, but Emma Stone's killing of Margaret Qualley happens entirely on accident.

this is more of a personal gripe, but it also bothered me how in these conversations about systemic abuses of power, race is not a factor at all. characters leverage their power over others as men, cops, and authority figures, but not necessarily as white men, cops, and authority figures, even though racism and white beauty standards are present in almost every aspect of American life & American movies.

ANYWAY. tldr I think the movie is ultimately less respectful of women than men. and also there was too much dialogue

[findingtheperfectcharacter]

I have no idea what specific questions to actually ask, so I'll just ask generally because I'm actually super curious about your take on pregame Rufioh and Beforus Tavros! Basically, consider this ask an invitation to infodump as much as you want ^_^

HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH!!!!

I realized while writing this it was longer than expected

Okay first I have to say that I highkey think Tavros is already portrayed as sort of stubborn and as being a weee bit of a massive risk taker. Like, he plays death games on the weakest character mode for fun- for sure there’s the expectation that your Dm is actually going to play the game to your skill level, let you quit if you ask and not just straight up decide to cheat at the end. But I still think that presents him as kind of scrappy, able to recognize when he’s outnumbered but also capable of taking a hit when he thinks he stands a chance.

That being said, he would not vibe with W Beforus. He wasn’t Culled, but that mostly means the limits placed on him by Blood Type were never an explicit thing. It meant, “For sure he could go to pilot school, but no one worth their shit would hire a Bronze with a job that serious or dangerous. Hey mate, at least you’re not a Burgundy so most people will trust you with sorting. You can get a paper pushing job easy.”

Luckily, he has a friend with a knack for mechanics who thinks “sure, building a plane would be pretty cool.” And I think he’s just… Highkey a smuggler for a good few years until he meets one EXPLORER, who’s lifestyle traveling the world in search of objects of Beforus’s past and future entices him. Something something low on fuel, something something find an uncharted island, make a deal with the Native nekomimi’s to stay on their half. Something something “complicated arrangements with Eastern Beforus that end with the idea of them avoiding war by agreeing to a trade partnership.” And The Half Island was claimed as a haven for any who claim sanctuary in it.

The political ends of it are messy as hell, but needless to say the Smuggler and Explorer are considered legends on the Island proper. Which means people have expectations for Rufioh and Damara. Damara… Deals with it better than he does. She thinks the Explorer is neat, but she’s not very interested in being the lame copy of a different guy and that sort of gives her room to find out her interests in knitting, creating moodboards and color coordinated girls with magic powers. Though it’s harder to get her to admit due to it not fitting her aesthetic at the time, she also had a quiet fondness for horror.

Rufioh wants to be someone else so bad it’s not even funny- okay look. Here’s the thing about Rufio Hook. If you’ve looked at clips or read anything about his character, you’ll note that he is a hard-ass. Peter is an adult and needs to prove to Rufio that he’s the actual Peter Pan so that he’ll help him save his kids. His outfit actually fits his character, because he is actually supposed to be child cool. Arrogant and Charismatic leader with a soft heart underneath.

Rufioh… Is very much not that. He’s not his ancestor who traveled the world and fought cops and the system and built a community. He’s no leader or revolutionary. But everyone sort of expects him to BE someone and he’s not confident in his ability to exist as his own person in the way Damara is. So he sort of just… Fakes a persona and tries to pretend it’s not killing him inside. Highkey has a breakdown at some point where he admits he doesn’t even like Dragon Ball, it’s just the thing he’s supposed to say he wants to watch during binge show nights with the boys. His inability to be authentic mixes with his desire to people please and never have anyone be mad at him ever in ways that fuck up all of his relationships so bad. Weirdly having a Kismesis who he argued with over pettier shit almost actually helped him in that regard… I have not figured out the why’s yet for that relationship falling apart though so I’m not 100 on it being in the same verse. Thank you for letting me rant

[adultswim2021]

The Venture Bros. #40: “The Family That Slays Together, Stays Together (Pt. 1)” | August 17, 2008 - 11:30PM | S03E12

The best episode of season three, and one of the best Venture episodes period: The Family That Slays Together, Stays Together (Pt. 1)  is a fairly straight-forward episode that is so goddamn well-made. This is the payoff of a comparatively limp season. 

This one picks up directly where the previous episode left off, with Brock having just finished his fight to the death with his own car. Brock won. Moltov Cocktease shows up to confirm what Brock already knew: the OSI is looking to terminate Brock. Why? This isn’t totally clear; in fact I thought I was missing something. It turns out there’s more to the story that we don’t really know yet. What’s important is that Brock is on the run from three assassins. Brock tries to separate himself from the Ventures, but things don’t go as planned. Brock manages to get over on all of the assassins, which is good, because he’s a good guy and the assassins are bad guys.

Meanwhile, The Monarch and co are raiding the Venture compound after the events of The Lepidopterists have left them with probable cause to go after Dr. Venture. There they find Sgt. Hatred, Rusty’s previously Guild-sanctioned arch. He’s despondent over his impending break-up with Princess Tiny Feet, and is planning to just hang out in Venture’s bathroom until he or Brock find him and kill him. Dr. Girlfriend and him have a heart to heart while he sits on the toilet. Also, 21 needs to pee really bad. 

The first assassin is visually inspired by Klaus Kinski, and is said to be inspired by Udo Kier’s character in My Own Private Idaho, which I’ve never seen. His character is seemingly sexually obsessed with his motorcycle and guns and is very excitable. He’s freakishly intimidating. This is maybe the best scene in the episode. The entire fight takes place around the strip club, where Brock is visiting Hunter Gathers yet again. Hunter helps Brock get a passport and a contact list of OSI members who went off the reservation, as well as the keys to his car. The Venture Bros’ special airplane gets shot down in the scuffle, so Doc and the boys wind up crash landing. HeLPER heroically acts at the plane’s landing gear and saves them. It’s legitimately touching! I coulda cried! 

We catch up with Shore Leave and Mile High, who are now a pair of Youth Pastors going by different punny names. They do a Bibleman reference, which, unlike My Own Private Idaho, I HAVE SEEN. Brock squares off with the second assassin, a guy who looks like Robert Shaw from Jaws. This scene involves Brock using a shark carcass by dressing it up to look like him. He quickly sheers off his hair enabling him to use it as a wig for the shark, I guess. There’s a lot of cartoony stuff in this one, but I forgive it, because it’s all awesome. It’s like, the perfect balance between cartoonish nonsense and grounded character stuff. It’s the goddamn reason you make a show like this animated in the first goddamn place!

The third is a guy who, I had to google to figure this out, is based on Marvel Comics' Kraven the Hunter. This fight is maybe the most harrowing, as Brock winds up a nipple down. After fighting for their lives, they are annoyingly arrested by just some normal-ass cops.

Speaking of nipples, eagle-eyed viewers watching the blu-ray will note a Dr. Mrs. The Monarch nip-slip in one scene, which was not in the broadcast version at all (censored or otherwise). We also see Hatred’s D while he weeps on the toilet. Also: this episode originally aired with the TIKI TAKI MOTEL sign pixelated out. Can’t find a straight answer as to why after six minutes of googling, but I found out that the iTunes version, which came out soon after it aired on television, was in tact, and it was a source of confusion as to why it was blurred on TV but helped solve the mystery of what was under those pixels. My guess is it had to do with some kind of legal clearance panic that wound up being unnecessary.

MAIL BAG

What are your Man Show memories. I have a few. Here they are.

Hey, your memories got deleted, dude.

I did not purposely leave my Man Show memories blank! Apparently not only can you not show naked women on this website you can't even talk about them. Oh well. Sorry, but I won't be visiting this blog anymore! The uncanny Orwellianess is simply too much. Let me know if you go to substack.

Damn. Well, I was so addicted to cleavage (I still like it TBH) that I watched way too much of this show, even though the comedy was frustratingly uneven. I maintain that if you took the best 60 minutes of Man Show sketches that it would actually hold up as pretty funny. I remember taping and saving the sketch where they tried to cut in line at one of the Star Wars prequels, and one where Jimmy Kimmel bothers people in the bathroom stall next to his. He does a trivia question and then awards him a plate of brownies, which he passes under the stall. Legitimately very funny.

OTHER MEMORIES:

I always maintained that the show was meant to be more self-deprecating than it often wound up being, and I cite this one moment where Adam and Jimmy are showing a slideshow of people tailgating, and he shows a group of obviously gay guys as though they just took a picture of them covertly. The payoff was Jimmy and Adam gleefully join them. I get that it's still insensitive/problematic; it's still understood that the gay people are a punchline which wasn't really even that cool in the late 90s/early 2000s. But the studio audience all instinctively booed when they first showed the first slide AHH!

The German version of The Man Show aired a sketch called GAY BUSTERS, a parody of the Ghost Busters song. The music video showed the hosts using a protopack to just zap gay guys into nothingness. The sketch ended with the host addressing the camera, appearing to say something uh, angry-seeming. It was pretty scary.

And I like the Juggies! I think they're cute!!

[space-snake]

My spider person oc is Gwaine Stacy. He was full of idealistic naivety and thought he could reform the police from the inside. He slowly gathered evidence on all the cops in his precinct and slipped it to Internal Affairs. But IA is also cops so one day when a suspiciously timed break in happens at Octavious Labs while he and his partner are on patrol nearby, they go check it out…

And Gwaines partner shoots him in the back and leaves.

While bleeding out on the floor, a genetically modified radioactive wolf spider that was in one the destroyed tanks bites him.

He writhes on the floor in agony for hours, but eventually Dr. Otto Octavious walks in and exclaims “what the fuck!?”

Gwaine has enough mental faculties to ask for help and Otto is all like ‘hm, well I guess. Oh shit your bullet wound is healing really fast, the venom must be healing you somehow instead of killing you! Neat. I’m just sit and watch then.’

Somewhere in there Gwaine grits out enough info to convey he was basically trying to single-handedly bring down the police institution by being a police officer and got shot for his troubles. This amuses Otto.

Eventually Gwaine is no longer in pain but he does have fangs, claws, and red eyes. He can make all that go away though.

Gwaine gets cleaned up and realizes he can’t exactly go back to being a cop now that the others are definitely onto him, so they concoct a story where Gwaine says ‘gosh whoever broke into the lab must have still been hiding nearby and shot me. Kinda pissed that my partner ran away and left me. I’m gonna quit about it’. This gets him away from direct danger and makes the cops think they’re in the clear and that Gwaine will stop bothering them.

Since Gwaine is out of a job now, Otto excitedly demands he become his bodyguard/science experiment. Gwaine agrees to the bodyguard thing and very limited experimentation. Otto is clearly a little horny about all of this. Gwaine is a little scared because there’s definitely something Off about Otto (the guy just sat there smiling while the venom painfully went through Gwaines system) but he also thinks Otto is cute so he just sorta goes with it.

Experiments happen, Gwaine becomes Wolf Spider and starts taking down the police, sexual experiments happen, Otto gets blown up so bad he breaks his back, they confess their love for each other, Otto builds himself some new arms to help with that new chronic pain, he goes all supervillain for a hot minute and it’s real angsty but also incredibly hot before Wolf Spider finally takes down Doc Oc and puts him in jail.

Then there’s a couple of years where Wolf Spider is SadTM but still trying to dismantle the police when suddenly Norman Osborn becomes Green Goblin.

You see, while Otto was in jail Norman stole his research and made a new genetically modified radioactive spider and gave himself powers. He thought this was awesome and tried to sell it to the military but nearly all the soldiers they tested the venom on died. He realizes letting the military be Special Like Him would have been a bad idea anyway. Actually he kind of wants to be the Only Special One. Time to kill Wolf Spider! Let’s go break his “arch enemy” out of prison for some help!

Otto loves not being in prison because he has his sentient robot arms back. He does NOT like working for Osborn, especially on his little ‘kill the Wolf Spider’ project.

He eventually manages to discretely contact Gwaine and tell him everything that’s happening. Over the next few weeks they’re trying to figure out what to do while Otto drags his feet on Osborne project as much as possible but then, well

Otto is trans (did I mention that yet?) and Norman is Very Queerphobic so things deteriorate quickly between them, not that there was much there to begin with. Norman managed to hide Ottos arms so Ottos having a tough time without that back support and the convenience of arms that can move without jostling his arms. He no longer has to pretend to drag his feet, he genuinely can’t keep up anymore. This angers Norman and he, uh, tries to attack Otto is a sexual manner if you catch my drift.

But Harry walked in and is fucking horrified by so many things at once. Norman tries to placate Harry but he’s not having it. He tries to get Otto away and in the process Norman accidentally claws Harry instead of Otto. Harry is pretty much cowering and Otto is in too much pain (back pain! Normans attack didn’t go anywhere!) for either of them to do anything, but Wolf Spider appears out of nowhere (a vent) and savagely fights Norman!

You see, one of Wolf Spiders powers is the ability to communicate with spiders and see and hear through them. He and Otto were using this ability to keep in some form of contact. So he saw everything and only just got there.

Wolf Spider is seconds away from killing Norman but Harry says ‘Stop!’ ‘cause the guy may be completely vile but he’s still Harry’s dad. In that moment of hesitation from Wolf Spider though, Norman bites his arm and runs away.

Wolf Spider is in pain because Norman has venom. No not Venom, just regular spider like venom.

Harry tries to call the police but Otto is like ‘fuck that, find my arms, I need to get Wolf Spider back to the secret lab’. So he does that and comes back to Otto holding Wolf Spiders face and calling him darling and stuff and he gives Otto the arms and they go off.

Harry is left in a destroyed lab knowing that his dad is the worst kind of monster there is.

After a bit of a think, he starts packing because he Cannot live in this house anymore (he’s 22 so it’s fine) but then his dad comes home and freaks out about Harry trying to ‘leave him’ and fucking bites him all like, “either you’ll change or you’ll die. Either way, you’ll never leave me”

Anyway the spiders in his room saw the whole thing and they’re still in spy mode so they telepathically report to Gwaine and he tells them to spell out ‘help coming’ for Harry to see.

Harry is terrified but he sees the messages and is relieved and passes out

He wakes up in Ottos secret lab, sees Gwaine without the Wolf Spider mask and blurts out ‘pretty’, prompting Otto to snap the pencil he was writing with in half.

Anyway he recovers in the lab, gets powers, but does not become evil! Instead a threesome happens.

That’s all I got for now

[doorsclosingslowly]

❌ (most challenging wip) 📝 (snippet) 👻 (most intimadating scene) pls and ty!!

my most challenging wip is part 3 of the sun summoner kaz au!! because i have to find a way for those three idiots to destroy the darkling and like. i know that the key is that jesper's mind works completely differently to that of kaz anf the darkling and so he's hard to predict but how exactly?? i am still searching

most intimidating scene. this is one i've almost finished drafting, ch3 of pull me up to your mouth, which is a kaz pov scene of jesper's most private fears that he's tried to pretend he's not feeling at all, he's just a happy friendly guy, to everyone in his life for fifteen years and kaz forces him to actually admit he's unhappy. and it careens from topic to topic and it's about colm and about aditi and about being a tall black guy (formerly) in a relationship with a blonde woman etc etc and i have so many fucking notes

snippet: this one's from Night of the Jackal aka feed the pig to pigs, because I haven't written much lately haha. content note for brutal killing of a cop.

Dirtyhands is as silent as the plague when needs must, and the Slat his home turf. The most familiar part of a city he knows better than the back of his own hands. He knows every eccentricity of every floorboard here, to the chagrin of the owners of various rooms he’s sneaked into and relieved of valuables. He wouldn’t steal much from an honest Dreg—at this point, their trust is more useful than their money—but not everyone has figured out yet that if you mock Dirtyhands, you go poor. He only stole from Rieke once, but given her room’s uses, he studied the silencing of these door hinges especially carefully.

Also, he’s not Jesper.

Jesper’s loud. A normal person waiting for Jesper might expect a boisterous greeting, or an attempted sneaking close so Jesper could breathe a compliment into their ear. This sleazebag is waiting, perhaps, for manic pacing in front of the door or a despairing kick. Sobbing, if he’s even worse than Dirtyhands can imagine. Definitely sobbing.

And the officer’s definitely not expecting Dirtyhands creeping over the shoddy carpet and swinging his cane right at his temple. He’s not expecting the only justice that’s left in the world.

The blow’s well-aimed, but it doesn’t cave in the stadwatch officer’s skull. Yet. It stuns him, though, too much to yell or fight back, and so Dirtyhands rains down another blow—the officer collapses to his knees—and another blow on top of his head. By the third blow, the brainpan is concave. By the fifth, blood and globs of grey matter spray against Dirtyhands’ face, and by the eighth blow, the fifteenth…

“I think he might be dead,” Jesper mumbles, from somewhere behind Dirtyhands.

He’s holding his suitcase up to his chest and clutching a bucket with the other hand. He closed the door again behind him, too: Jesper’s always smarter than Dirtyhands wants to admit out loud. He’s got a big enough head. It’s too much already that he knows he’s beautiful, charming, funny and deadly.

“This is strategy. No-one will recognize his face now. You found everything?” Dirtyhands asks instead.

Jesper nods.

“Help me strip him, then.” The uniform will come in useful, especially given the Dregs sadly lost their dirty stadwatch contact. He won’t be able to stash the clothes in his room, though, because neither Haskell nor the stadwatch can ever find out… maybe among the Opera House’s costumes…

The jacket and shirt are drenched with blood and brain matter, but it’ll wash. The trousers are worse, somehow. It’s not that they’re particularly soiled. The stadwatch officer’s fly is open. His soft prick is pulled out through the slit in his underpants. Jesper looks like he wants to puke.

“Go scrub the floor,” Dirtyhands says.

“Ew.” Jesper screws up his face, but he’s not protesting. Mercifully, he’s not vocally grateful, either. He’s already on his knees, digging in his suitcase for a scrubber and harsh soap, while Dirtyhands removes the rest of the man’s uniform and boots and then gets to work, dealing with the body. The hammer that Jesper found is pathetic, and he’s better off using his cane, but the saw’s a real old carpenter’s tool, sturdy and sharp.

Dirtyhands slams his cane on the creep’s wrists first. When he’s sure the bones are broken, he moves on to his neck and smashes the vertebrae as well, and then he gets to work sawing off the head and both hands.

“You’re cleaning that puddle,” Jesper mutters at him, and then he turns a weird colour and presses his rag back over his nose.

“I’m your boss,” Dirtyhands cheerfully reminds him. A thorough search of the corpse reveals a small tattoo of a heart and the name Marga over his heart, so he cuts that away as well. No identifying attributes must remain.

Jesper’s quickly done scrubbing and filling his bucket up with bloody rags. There’s still a stain: but then, there were seven large bloodstains already on the floor of Rieke’s room. Another faded one won’t matter. “This wasn’t an authorized hit, was it?”

[the-firebird69]

There are other things happening here in punta Gorda and they're not that great

, forming an attack on the first reading and they are being arrested. A huge numbers of people that are gathering and yeah this idiot Trump goes disguise this ben and then another famous Mac Goodman, and her son just tells him these people are out of line they're going to attack tomorrow on the inner ring most of them are going to be trumpsters if we can kill them all today and the guy just sits there smiling and says now I have him annoying and it doesn't do s*** and I need you Dawn and Trump in disguises pissing in the wind and stupid stuff childish and it sounds like why don't they just come over there and finish you mack got leaves I mean piece of s*** so he's a f****** piece of s*** so he says we have nothing else to do and I tell you you play with me and you're going to get killed and I say it everyday and you die every day I don't know about you but I'm fully people with this attitude but what happens to you is when I say happens. Now those with him were astonished and started to cut them off and get them away from him cuz he started quartering and saying stupid s***. Said he's after you all the time he's sending people after you and we need to get away from you. And they started to hit noticing that this s*** has a moron it's going to follow your jackasses it's going to be over for them soon says it seems like they went somewhere probably while they were in The matrix and think they did it need to know where it could be some very secret place so they got to look at that

, other news is going on John remillard is up for charges again last night he left the apartment and it's told to leave he doesn't have a name on the lease and it came back and started ransacking the place couple times during the night he left this morning again and tell Terry she's going to go screw and that he's dead and Terry cheeseman called the police and filed charges and you can hear the police laughing and talking as they were leaving and they're kind of sarcastic but that's how they are and yeah it was not John Riva Lord so Terry she's been had to check and it was so he went down to the police station and asked who it was and then all of a sudden the max came in the McDonald's and told the other ones to get out and they're astonished and Terry cheeseman found the police report and said that he showed up as a cop and he's one of them at the end of it and signed it they arrested him no but they told him to get out because they have to try and rest him but in code. And yet he's an animal and Dan too so they're looking at him and the guys are trying to escape and they said we don't think so we had their guns out and the rest of them and that's how it went no that's how it should go but Terry went down and you filed a report at the station said I don't think that he's going to bring it in and they left it on the table so Terry she's been said I think I'll take it with me and you left with the report that's what he did he didn't go to the sheriff now he tried to so you figured out something this kind of dicking with me. And he went ahead and found someone to submit it to anyone up there and he found them walking around and he goes do you think that I can find a sheriff up here and he says maybe and he's going to hand it to him he said over there so Daniel came out a few minutes later and he handed to him he said I'm trying to hand it in and the guy I'm trying to hand it in on keeps intercepting it so he turns around and he's driving away and it's the a****** just guys says Daniel now they think that it's the McDonald's playing a game and it's not so this s*** head turns around and says I don't know who's behind me but you're going to get it and he sees three sheriff cars and closimg in on him. . Okay they're not doing it so so Terry cheeseman gets it he says it's some kind of attack today it's like gay pride so he's smiling saying okay that stuff and that's what it is so he said I'll have to use the old fashioned lawsuit and he called his clothes in and said he's running this maneuver and I don't really need it to succeed cuz he doesn't let anyone else succeed or we will so you started the invite over this ring attack and they're figuring out their different people and Dan is not loyal to either one of them and it started a fight between all three Trump has been making his own clones and they're different and they're stupid Terry cheesman and you're going after him here in Port Charlotte and punta Gorda and really it needed to happen and cherry cheese was of course winning so Trump is trying to turn it up and he needs threats and he's taking his spazzes out to places like the ship and so forth that's what happened and Terry she's really need a little help seeing it so he's gone to his people and said we need more we also need you to be more attentive and we need you to do some training and set up an sop so you can doing that.

We're going to publish it's really important

Thor Freya

Hahaha I'm going to get you Trump

Daniel

Shut up Daniel I'm going to get you

Trump

No I said it first and so I get dibs you turn this into a nightmare you're such a little baby

Daniel

Olympus we approved to publish

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

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How other great detectives would solve the Chesapeake Ripper murders

A series I do sometimes.  For the purpose of this post, I will be assuming Hannibal does not have protagonist protection.  I will also do my best not to assume that any of these detectives have protagonist armor, either.

Columbo: Columbo is immediately suspicious when Hannibal says that he “transferred his passion for anatomy into the culinary arts.”  When Hannibal talks about his hobby of collecting news clippings about church collapses, Columbo knows for sure that only a serial killer would do that.  He keeps needling at Hannibal, being incessantly polite, asking a series of innocuous questions, mentioning that his wife has been urging him to go to therapy and can Hannibal tell him anything about that process?  Hannibal can tell he’s smarter than he seems, but doesn’t realize just how smart.  He’s also smart enough to finally come to arrest Hannibal with a full squad of burly guys with guns.  Columbo is also very sweet to Abigail and they write letters to each other after the case is over.

Phryne Fisher:  Phryne has an absolutely marvelous time investigating this case.  Hannibal takes her on dates to the opera and fine wine tastings and they have amazing sex.  She also almost has sex with Will Graham, but when he collapses on a chair and beings talking about all the troubles he’s been going through, including encephalitis symptoms, she ends up driving him to the hospital instead.  Between Will’s testimony about how Hannibal has been misleading him about his symptoms and her own secret swiping of keys, she becomes suspicious and investigates the murder house.  When Hannibal catches her, he promises that her death display will be the most beautiful one yet.  She shoots him non-fatally and he gets arrested.  (She may also be arrested for breaking and entering, but Hannibal can’t exactly claim stand-your-ground when he has a basement freezer full of body parts.)  Phryne also possibly sleeps with Alanna.

Sam Spade: I’ll be real here, Sam Spade is probably going to die.  His primary method is deliberately antagonizing people into giving him money, and Hannibal would absolutely put him in his ‘rude people’ recipe cards.  If Spade was clever, he left a dead man’s switch with Effie, and she goes to the police with the evidence folder when Spade’s body is found posed like a statue of a bird.

Sam Vimes: The moment Sam meets Hannibal he mentally classifies him as a vampire, even though he is not technically a vampire.  Hannibal keeps ‘forgetting’ and offering Sam food and drink with alcohol, talking about how harm reduction is much more viable than complete abstinence and generally trying to manipulate him into falling back down the addiction hole.  Sam gets brittle and suspicious in response.  Hannibal drugs him and tries to hypnotize him into believing he saw another character do the murders, but the Inner Watchman in Sam’s head comes to the rescue again and he slams Hannibal over the head with the nearest heavy art object.  Sybil still afterwards insists that Sam go to therapy to deal with his rage.

L: L wastes time going on dates with Hannibal and trying to trick him into implicating himself despite already having plenty of evidence, and Hannibal kills him and puts his head in a candy store.

Poirot: When Poirot attends dinner at one of Hannibal’s parties, he knows as soon as the meat touches his palette that it isn’t really rabbit.  He does his best to hide the fact that he isn’t eating, and whispers to Hastings to do the same.  When he finally has caught Hannibal in enough lies, he accuses him of murder while in a room with him, Will, Alanna, Abigail, Chilton, Able and Jack.  With so many witnesses, Hannibal maintains his cool and says that he’ll call his lawyer and see everyone in court.  When they actually investigate his house and find the human body freezer, Poirot faints.

Philip Marlowe: Every time Marlowe tries to bother Hannibal, the local cops drag him into the station and berate him for hassling a rich person.  He has long conversations with Hannibal when he does get him alone about great literature and the morality of Shakespeare characters.  Hannibal drugs him and tries to convince him he witnessed somebody else commit the murders, but Marlowe is so used to being drugged and seeing ridiculous things that he doesn’t trust any drug trip memories.  He is eventually able to catch Hannibal in the process of cleaning up after a murder, and both shoot each other.  Both survive and Hannibal gets arrested, but Hannibal taunts Marlowe that he will go the rest of his life never meeting anyone who understands him as well as he did.  Marlowe sadly agrees.

Dale Cooper: If Cooper does solve this case, it will take at least a season and a half.  It will be based less on evidence and more on Hannibal having dark energy and his name coming up when Cooper picks it out of a bag of ice cubes with initials carved onto them.  Abigail finally breaks down and confesses everything that’s happened to Cooper, and he tells her she’s not an evil person.  He and Hannibal shoot each other; both survive.  Hannibal goes to jail but continues to influence other people to commit murders from within jail.  Cooper ends up in a coma, and when he wakes up, he reports visions of a feathered stag telling him that he should look for new hair gel.

Kinsey Milhone: Kinsey inherently distrusts smug rich people, and no rich person is smugger than Hannibal.  She spends a lot of time talking to Abigail about their mutual family issues and becomes suspicious of how much her answers seem to have been worded ahead of time by Hannibal.  She tracks him and manages to find him while he’s in the process of cutting someone up.  They attack each other, and it’s pretty much a coin flip as to who survives.  If it’s Kinsey, the resulting story is called C is for Cannibal.

Miss Marple: Miss Marple thinks Hannibal dresses in such a lovely fashion, and he’s so sweet to invite her over for a glass of sherry.  She doesn’t attempt to look around his house or catch him in the act of murder or do anything dangerous, she just compares notes about what’s being said by him, Will and Abigail, and unravels a web of lies to find some definite conclusions.  Jack Crawford and the entire FBI are humiliated that a nosy old lady sitting in her living room figured everything out before they did.