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little-mouse-gardens · 1 year ago

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Yandere outlaw turtles and sheriff reader au

Another rottmnt au that popped up in my head (romantic)

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood, murder, weapons, alcohol unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (do not condone this behavior in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only)

I don’t normally do character x reader writing (mostly because I’m not great at it) I mostly do character x oc stuff.

Gonna say, thanks @lexiechr for inspiring some of my ideas!

So…I rewatched the movie rango….and I’ve been seeing the cowboy turtles au going around and rattlesnake jake, one of the Antagonists in rango, is feeding into my brainrot

Yan outlaw turtles with a newly appointed sheriff reader after they defeat some criminal and are made sheriff.

Basically reader lives out in the old west, on a nice ranch with their cattle surrounded by the wide open spaces alongside their trusted steed and two loyal canine companions.

After catching a well known criminal for the town, albeit by accident, they are appointed as the new Sheriff of the town.

Slowly, reader begins Learning the ropes along the way. From tracking crooks down to learning a variety of methods like archery and even some tricks with herbs to catch and bring back criminals.

As they continue their duties as protector of the town, they start to hear rumors about a band of out laws known as the hamato brothers. Turtle mutants that are deadly criminals with an extensive record of robberies, murders, arsons, tortures etc. you name it.

Reader, in over their head and with no other options, ends up being thrown into conflict when the turtles (separately) end up coming into town to cause chaos. Stealing, scaring and harassing everyone ect. And reader is doing their best to stop them.

When the person who raised reader gets hurt by one of the turtles, reader. Just goes quiet. No more mild panic, just silence.

Slowly turning their head to look directly at the turtles. Everything seems to fall silent as they slowly walk towards them. Boots jingling and pistol, containing the last bullet, clutched tightly in their hand.

Reader just Calmly walks up to them. All the while the turtles are mocking them, basically saying ‘you ain’t got the nerve to shoot’ and reader just stares them down keeps the gun pointed at them with their figure apply the tiniest amount of pressure as a silent warning and says ‘try me’ with zero hesitation.

In that moment, seeing the sheer bravery of this new sheriff, the turtles (separately) fell head over heels for reader. Reader forces these guys to get out of town and a celebration is held In readers honor.

However for weeks after, reader notices odd things. All of the sudden, other crooks they’re supposed to bring back to town comply instantly. no chasing, no gun fights, no cursing. Hell one of the guys even confessed to everything. When reader would press them as to why they were going so easy on them…they just say because there are some more powerful criminals out there who promised not to chop them up if they did.

Whenever reader does see the turtles. They never get the chance to fight, or at least can’t due to doing the right thing if no crimes are being committed. Reader is given dozens of gifts (most defiantly stolen off someone or a lot of people), flirted with and promised a life of love, luxury and adventure if they’ll ride off into the sunset with them. Gifts and letters left on the doorstep of her ranch and some of her ranch chores already miraculously done before they wake.

Reader notices a lot of the people who would talk with them, or are close to her suddenly go missing or come up dead. All with the same calling card, a note written in blood stating ‘for those who try and take whats mine’

To say the least, reader is terrified, but determined as hell to protect their town.

So, reader makes sure to get as much information as possible. Especially after they nearly get kidnapped by the turtles (once again, separately) one evening after patrolling the outskirts of town.

They question everyone they can, from the mayor to the arsonist awaiting trial. And they accumulate a good catalogue of knowledge on the turtles.

They live out near the forested mountain area where the plains fade into pine forests and rocky cliffs inside of an old ranch that they conned a wealthy rancher into giving them. Acres for them to hide stolen goods, cattle and hell even bodies they don’t want found.

Raphael - most notorious from town to town. Victims of his crime sprees are always found beaten to a pulp. Bones broken, face unrecognizable. Primary and expert cattle thief. Herds of cattle missing, wrestles bulls albeit tenderly with zero effort to get them to go where he wants them to. No criminal or person wants piss him off, out fear for their lives.

Leonardo - a true manipulator. A con artist with deadly accuracy. There is no situation he can’t weasel himself out in and out of. However if manipulating the smuggler or bank teller into giving him what he wants, he can always just portal them into a bears den or pit of rattlesnakes if they prefer not to cooperate? Or he’ll just have to start chopping off limbs if- oh? They want to talk now? Well that’s just peachy~

Donatello - a doctor with a level of knowledge and skill that no one wants to mess with. Torture and experimentation can and will be on his list of options when it comes to getting what he wants. An expert in trade and all things related to chemicals, machinery that can be sold and traded in. Plus he knows everything there is to know about banks and how they work, plus he will test if the moonshine they stole or were ‘generously granted’ is worth the price. If it isn’t well….run for the hills

Michelangelo - expert thief. No roads, bakery’s, art museums or galleries are safe from him. Most of his victims get strung up, left for buzzards to pick at with At with taunting messages. Bakeries and the craft store give him things for free, no charge in bundles or hell, even the all the stock if it means they get to go on another day unscathed. Another expert in manipulation, he’ll be sweet until he decides other methods will have to be used, he thinks often times poisoning food is a good method to get someone to do as he says.

Reader keeps this information in the back of their mind at all times. Making sure to exploit their weakness in an effort to make sure nothing happens to anyone in their town. Up until the point the turtles literally threaten to blow the town up into dust unless reader agrees to come live with them and agree to be their spouse in nine month time. Which leaves reader with only two options.

Take the risk. Call their bluff and tell them no or…agree and save the town from destruction and doom

Reader, after careful contemplation and realizing that The turtles aren’t really bluffing, decides to sacrifice themselves for the safety of the townsfolk.

Another thing reader notes is that, even if they manage to disarm the explosives, they are screwed anyways. The turtles know where they live, sleep, and who they care about the most.

Reader knows Kidnapping is not above the turtles and if reader rides out save their loved one, how will they know if it’s a trap and their loved one is dead?

The risk is just to great.

So, much to readers dismay, they are forced to go with them.

Dread in their eyes standing next to their trusty horse carrying their belongings. their two trusty canine companions at their side. Slowly showing the turtles their silver engraved gun and badge before dropping both to the ground as way of saying ‘fine. You win. But don’t you dare hurt these people’

When reader gets back to the turtles ranch, they just go off into the guest room to cry. But still, there’s still an ounce of determination in the sheriff. If they have to act like a doting partner who accepts the turtles for their diabolical crimes then so be it. But they won’t break readers spirit.

If that means letting raph cuddle them and sit with him while he tends to the dozens of cattle they have stolen from other farmers? then reader will sit there and bottle feed a lamb, calf or foal and let him gush over how cute they are.

If that means allowing leo to give them dresses and jewels while settled across his lap while he brags about the jeweler he killed and whispers sweet affectionate words to them? then reader will just settle there quietly. Occasionally complimenting his confidence and strength.

Sitting out back in the shed with donnie while he works on different types of poisons, gadgets and maps for the next wave of crimes that they could commit. Complimenting his genius and the gifts he makes for reader while he absentmindedly pressed kisses to their temple and bragged about his invention

Willing to Riding out with Mikey to let him paint reader and painting with him under the stars with a picnic of food if it means preventing him from running another wagon off the paths.

All the while reader just sit backs and plots. Plots and awaits the right opportunity, maybe a month or two before the wedding to escape.

With the outlaw au turtles, when reader tried to escape at first. It was in the middle of the night, takes their dogs and their horse and just rides off into the hills towards the nearest settlement through the woods. Sending the turtles (separately) into a panic when they realize their beloved fiancé is not in bed.

and Literally from night to the early hours of the morning is all chaos for everyone around until reader is eventually caught and brought back to them. Burning buildings, civilian casualties, ect.

And when reader is brought back, the turtles (separately) decide it bust to make the wedding date sooner rather than later. Keeping their beloved under watchful eyes so they can keep them safe and closebye. Making sure to do everything possible to coax reader to love them back and accept their new life.

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konigsblog · 2 years ago

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AHH i love the yandere task force 14a so much 😭💞

Is it okey if i request yandere task force and könig and alejandro with a darling whose family member is mentally abusive towards their darling and how they will deal with them

YANDEREE TF141 + könig, alejandro with a reader whose family is mentally abusive to them...

WARNINGS: arson, murder, kidnapping, yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, very breif mention of suicide, description of gore, mention of emotion abuse: : i do not condone any yandere behaviour, all of this is fiction.

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ghost who would encourage you to tell him more, demanding. from the name-calling, victim blaming and screaming matches that lasted hours. anger filled his veins, his knuckles turned white as he clenched his first with rage. honestly, you could practically see smoke coming from his ears at one point.

he'd ruffle your hair, smiling at you. "love, please go upstairs." his voice was laced with a fake-smile as you complied with his order.

simon reached for his boots, tugging them on in a rush before taking his jacket along with a pistol. the fact that anyone hurt their darling like this, emotionally ridiculed them and humiliated them made his blood boil.

hard footsteps were pressed against the cold concrete. once he left his car, he walked up the familiar steps, - the same way he did it when kidnapping you.

if you listened closely, you could hear the sobbing of your mum. it was often she cried over you, regretting all her words, and anger that she placed on your shoulders. only for her to guilt trip you into letting her wipe your tears away. now that was replaced by simon, simon who actually cared and made sure that their darling was actually loved and cared for.

he walked to the back of the house, there sat your dad, smoking his lungs away as he took another puff. his back was turned away from the tall, broad man. simon - who was always quiet, just like a ghost - walked up to the man, the muzzle of his gun pressed tightly to his head. his other hand gripped the mans lower face tightly, silencing him. "you fucking cunt." he whispered in his ear as his finger pulled the trigger.

one down, one to go. he entered the back door that was opened previously. he was now in a kitchen, he reached for a knife, a large one. he peaked through the door to see your mum on the couch, she was holding clothes, your clothes, crying into them. probably fake crying.

his footsteps were quiet as he pressed the cold knife into her neck. she gargled and choken on her blood, making a horrific sound before mouth slowly poured out from the gash. here face was cold, but wet.

simon breathed out, his gloved hands coated in the deep red liquid. his job was done. as he exited the building he opened his truck to find gasoline and a lighter. once again, he entered the house pouring the liquid all over the place before lighting it, setting the house ablaze. just like he had once done before.

soap who felt his skin crawl at the details you told him. the idea of being manipulated into certain things and being ridiculed at the slightest of actions you did wrong.

he questioned you, he needed to know everything.

once you'd finished talking, he pulled you in for a hug, before deeply kissing you. his hands were soothing like voice and he felt himself grow angrier as the thoughts lingered in his brain. thoughts that itched, like a allergic reaction that needed to be fixed, and just like that he came with a plan, a fix to this.

his eyes never left you when you slept, watching over your curled up sleeping figure, eyes still puffy from earlier. he played wiith your hair, thinking; how and why would someone do this? his fingers crossed your cheeks, rubbing them.

thinking back to the day he took you, your home. at the time you had been with your family. wouldn't it be helpful to teach them a lesson? to show them how it really feels.

immediately, he grabbed his hoodie, his shoes and a cloth that was drowned in chloroform. the acid that is used to make people pass out for a period of time.

he got in his car and made the dreadful but enticing journey back to your house.

there sat both your parents, up late and watching a movie. he waited, knowing if he went in and tried his plan whilst there was two people in there, he would get caught. so he continued to wait.

your mum stood up to go to the bathroom, your dad reached for both wine glasses and headed the kitchen. he had picked the lock before hiding so all he had to do was get in.

he walked over to the kitchen, his arm wrapped around the mans neck choking him as he placed the cloth on his face. he fell into a deep "sleep" before john headed to the bathroom. the door clicked open and just as fast as she opened it, she was quickly on the floor. both parents were now passed out.

his hands reached for the women, grabbing her and placing her in the boot, before doing the same to the old man.

it was a dreadful drive, he gritted his teach and furrowed his eyebrows. he'd teach them a lesson.

he chained them to a wall, gagging them so they couldn't speak. again, he waited until both were awake before shouting cruel things about how they treated you. name called them and physically hurt them. now they knew what it was like, and that put a broad smile on johnnys face.

price, a man who was aggressive to others, yet a sweetheart to you. you could make this man seem like the best man on earth, something that would shock others to the point were their jaw was touching the floor. "right, get back to work!" he yelled at someone's face, uttering curses while walking off.

the day you opened up to him, he felt himself break down. the same way that you would break down when being yelled at. his anger that was usually only shown to his workers, bubbled in his chest. his fingers gripped at his hair and tapped at the table.

he thought, he thought for a while. making sure to execute this plan to the best he could. murder? too risky, especially for a friday night. kidnapping? too stressful, he was losing enough hair at the idea of his darling suffering in general. he could get them fired? ruin their life until they took it themselves.

right, well, now he had a plan. he grabbed his laptop, starting it up and logging in. he mumbled curses as he hacked through their facebooks and other socials.

he began typing up offensive stuff, something that would get someone fired in a instant and ruin their digital history. he hit send, before logging onto the other social medias and tying up again, it got worse and worse as it went on.

he stalked them, "ill be at work late." he texted you, liar. he was stalking them. waiting for them to walk out of work with tears on their face, those same tears thats stained his darlings face.

and it happened, overtime the couple declined mentally. stealing money and taking drugs, he recorded this before sending in a anonymous confession to the police about the drug use.

soon enough, the two were in jail. for multiple things, some fake and some real. finaly, he had ruined their life the same way they had taunted and teased their kid. finally, he could rest knowing they were gone.

gaz would cry for you, mutter out curses at your parents as if they were here. he hated them because you hated them. anything you hated, he would hate. even if he said he liked it prior.

eventually, the thoughts came over him like a wave. a stream of tears rushed down his cheeks. his darling was hurt, and he had to do something about it.

he lied to you saying he would be going out with his friends. his trutted to his car, the engine starting before be drove off. he gripped the wheel, he could end up crashing thats how angry. and infact, if he saw them driving, he'd purposely crash. even if it costed him his own life.

but that never happened, his footsteps were hard yet quiet. the house was also quiet, silence making him louder. the door creaked after he picked the lock. his eyes roamed the rooms to make sure of no dog that would alert him.

snores came from the room, the master room. he glaned inside it, seeing both your parents asleep. his hands reached for the knife stabbing it in your mother's heart, she choked on her blood and made a disgusting noise of pain. it awoke the male beside her. his eyes filled with terror but all he could think about was you, how much terror you were in. kyle stabbed the man repeatedly as he did the same as the women next to her.

kyles hands shook with anger and thrill. he began to stab them more - although he was aware of their death, he wanted to make it clear that he hated these fuckers.

his shoes were stained with blood, leaving a trail from the bedroom to the door. he entered his car again this time, satisfied with what he'd done.

alejandro, although sometimes he was harsh to you and cold, he still loved you. he had a different way of showing his love.

but one night, a drunken confession came from you. your voice began with talking about your parents, then moving on to shit talking them. his eyes widen and his eyebrows furrowed. for a minute you thought he was angry at you, but he demanded for a name and address. in your intoxicated state you handed them over like it was nothing.

he stood up abruptly, leaving you confused as he dashed for his phone. he left you, alejandro dialed his friend who knew a hitman before telling them everything.

weeks later the news began talking about a murder, you were snapped from your thoughts only to see both your mum and dad on tv. a pang of guilt set through you as you began to cry, "you don't like that?" he asked, voice filled with genuine confusion. "ale- what- i did.. didn't want that?" you lied to him and yourself. unable to admit that you did actually want them gone.

"i can see through your lies. tell me." his accent deepened as he held your face, his eyes burning through yours. "c'mon, repeat after me; "i am glad my parents are dead." you lowerwd your head, "im glad my parents are dead." your voice was shakey, did you really want this?

könig, a love bomber, would pry his ribs open and bleed out if you even uttered that you liked the colour red. so when you told him everything down to the last detail, he was in hysterics.

"mausi, please just let me.." you knew ,you understand what he wanted. könig asked, he never wanted to displease you, even if it was something he really wanted.

you turned away from him, you couldn't admit that, no you couldn't... you just nodded your head before curling into a ball. "thank you, schatz.." he worshipped you, finally glad to have his wishes met.

the drive was silent, the taste in his mouth was bitter. his eyes glistened with tears every so often.

once he reached the house, he looked through the windows. your mum was showering and your dad was busy watching the football while smoking his life away. your mothers singing could be heard from downstairs as he entered the building.

he ran over to the man who was dwarfed by königs massive size. a blade was sliced through his neck as blood poured from it. the man choked a sob out before his body fell limp to the floor. könig grabbed the mans arm, stabbing it repeatedly.

his footsteps were loud, rushing upstairs to the bathroom as he broke it down. the women shrieked in fear as the giant stabbed hee until she was covered in blood. the blood drenched her body and a foul oder came from the dead body.

könig left the home, turning round one more time as he smirked tot himself. his handa were no longer shaking with anger and his eyes didn't glisten at the thought of them two. now they were gone and that was all he wanted to know.

the news flickered through images of your mum and dad, you couldn't help but feel... relieved? the odd feeling made you cry, a sob mufed by your hands. most would have a reaction of terror and shock. but thankfully, you cried tears of joy into königs arms.

graves who manipulated you into letting him carry out his plan. rage burned in skin as he held you close, letting you open up to him. "doll.." he winced as you brought up something close to you.

a day later and he was stomping through your parents house, a gun in his hand and his lips pressed together. he shot bullets in the distracted mans head, his body lowerwd to the floor as blood oozed out every gunshot.

the women rushed in, seeing her husband dead on the floor. he slowly walked up backwards against a wall, uttering names at her. "fucking slut. mental abuse, emotionally degrading your own kid?!" he screamed at him, grabbing her neck as he shots several bullets through her head.

he walked back to the man, who was limp and lifelessly. he continued with the shooting, kicking and cursing at the dead bodies.

mocking their dead bodies the same way they did to you, he took pictures on a polaroid camera. making them do humiliating poses and everything, their dead bodies were being ridiculed and made fun of.

something that made him smile, he kept these pictures, a good chuckle came from dead within him. even through their death they had been embarrassed, and that was all he wanted.

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miloformula123fan · 9 months ago

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I really want to see the arthur leclerc x verstappen! male! reader since we dont have much of him

okay, if you want something driver based instead of this mafia fic, I will be writing it at some point :)

also sorry this took me so long to get out I tossed a few options here and there before deciding on this one :)

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Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

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Also…i know there’s all the shit going around about christian horner, i just want to say that i don’t condone his actions at all, and while I have left him in this fic, I am separating the character from the person.

also warnings: death, general mafia shittiness, homophobia, bad dad jos

arthur leclerc x male!verstappen!reader

“Ermitage will be safe for you, Y/N. It has kept Max safe for years and I trust their teachers. Professor Marko, who will teach english, Professor Horner who will teach history and public speaking, and Professor Dominicelli who is the head teacher all sing their praises of Max, and have helped your admission into the school. The school does not regularly take students mid year, however based on your prior behaviour and safety. I needed to send you here.”

Y/N scoffed at his fathers words. His ‘prior behaviour’ wasn’t all that bad. Max had been sent to this school for an arson attack that had almost resulted in the deaths of 5 people, including 3 of his dad’s own men. He was being sent to this school for running away from his bodyguards, drinking and making out with a boy. But Max was his father’s golden boy, and Y/N was the spare in case a rival gang took out Max. And he was sure that Max despised the 2 of the professors, based on his letters to Y/N. He seemed to adore Professor Horner, so maybe that would be Y/N’s respite.

As the car pulled up in front of the school and crunched on the gravel driveway, Y/N took a minute to admire it.

He smiled as he saw the young children running around near the junior school. He got out of the car, smiling as he felt the warm French sum combined with a small breeze. The car had pulled up on the other side of the driveway, in between 2 other buildings. One looked very traditional, however there had clearly been an extension or five as parts looked very modern with a lot of glass. The other building was gorgeous. The other building was very traditional, looking like one of Jos’ summer houses in Denmark, all white and clearly spacious, however it had a metal spiral staircase on the outside that led to the roof. Jos would’ve killed a builder if that had been left there at their house. It made the building look less professional, and even Y/N wasn’t sure that he liked it.

Y/N watched as 3 men came out from the doors of the building. The 2 in front, both had greying hair and stern expressions, whispering amongst each other, while making disgusted looks towards Y/N. The third looked a little younger and shorter, with grey hair, attempting to look serious and stern as he walked towards the 2 with Y/N’s big brother in tow. Y/N smiled as his brother walked out with the teachers. He looked happy and better and less like he’d just torched a building than the last time he had seen him. Max whispered something in the younger man’s ears and the mask of sterness dropped to smile at the boy.

The group reached the pair of Verstappens, and Max let his guard down a little after shaking hands with their dad to give his baby brother a big bear hug, and provide some intel.

“Who’d he catch you with, huh?”

“Liam. At least it wasn’t bloody Frederik or he’d be here to inform you that I got caught up in the crossfire of a shooting and my funeral is tomorrow.”

“It was simply a matter of time. Anyway, you will like it here. Try and steer clear of Marko, he is incredibly strict and if it was still legal he would hang you from your arms from the roof until your shoulders dislocated. You will barely see Dominicelli, he just rocks up to greet you now, and you will never see him again. Horner is also our housemaster. He’s amazing. He’ll like you. He kinda adopted me after I told him how much of an asshole dear father is.”

“Okay.” Y/N smiled tensely as he pulled himself out of his brother’s hug and turned to greet the 3 strangers.

The first one looked old, as in old enough to retire, and had a stern face, as in someone who would scold you for laughing too hard. Someone after his fathers’ own heart he presumed. He held his hand out, and the man took it, shook it once, and then dropped his hand, as if disgusted to be touching ‘someone like Y/N’. So an old homophobe then. He then turned around and started talking to Jos, and Y/n tried to eavesdrop as he met the other men.

“Lawson has been dealt with, I’m just concerned about…”

The 2nd man, held out his hand and shook Y/n’s twice which was an improvement, at least until he dropped it.

“...he sort of always showed signs but I never thought…”

Then he tried to discreetly wipe his hand on his pants.

“...The Mercedes guys were there, if they had realised who he was…”

Y/N picked it up, and looked down at the ground, slightly awkward, unsure of what to do as the final teacher approached him.

“...Hamilton is pissed, one of his men was caught in the crossfire of trying to get Y/N out…”

Professor Horner immediately engulfed him in a tight hug.

“...see the problem is I can’t explain to anyone why they were shot in a random club on a random thursday to get my son out…”

It was the first time for a long time that Y/N was getting a hug from someone older like her dad’s age. He was so shocked that he missed the next part of Jos and Helmut’s conversation and strained to hear the next part.

“...i can’t tell them my son was in there…so now it looks like i shot up a nightclub for no reason…”

Christian started reassuring him in his ears about how he was safe here and whatnot, but all Y/N was thinking was about how he was preventing him from properly eavesdropping the conversation

“...No, no one important, a lackyman, Aron or something…”

Y/N could feel his heart drop. Paul was dead? He’d known Liam was dead, Jos had used him as an example, but he hasn’t even known that Paul was at the nightclub.

“...it’s done, there’s 2 dead bodies to dispose of, which im gonna do when i get back, but just keep an eye on him please…”

Christian seemed to realise the internal struggle that Y/N was having and started hugging him tighter to make him feel better.

“...He’s gonna get everyone killed and he will only realise when he loses his brother the consequences his actions have…”

‘I KNOW WHAT CONSEQUENCES MY ACTIONS HAVE DAD, YOU KILLED MY KIND OF BOYFRIEND IN FRONT OF ME!’ Y/N wanted to scream at his dad, but that would make him realise that he was eavesdropping and why he was actually here.

Christian felt him tense and tried to sooth him into the hug.

“Alright, that’s enough, Christian, how about we head inside?”

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Arthur could recognise the boy walking in, but he couldn’t see the father which would help if he could work out why his body was in fight and flight mode as the boy had seen him, waved and smiled at him.

A memory flashed, of a meeting him and all his brothers together in a meeting room, as their father ran them through their highest enemies. He could remember the smile of a kid his age. He remembered Lorenzo asking how a 5 year old could be a threat…he doesn’t remember the rest or why this kid is a threat, but he remembers the goofy smile, the smile that was being flashed his way now, and the eyes that held so much happiness that seemed to hold a lot more pain now.

He couldn’t remember why this kid was in the powerpoint, so he supposed it was okay and irrelevant and smiled back, before being hurried on by Lorenzo.

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truly-jcjenson · 8 months ago

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Can confirm.

Agent 4 breaking the hypno-shades

day 27

setting everything ablaze is a really good solution!

#jcjenson reblogs #gimmick blog #i do not condone arson #but #arson <3

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0venatrix · 3 months ago

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I do not condone arson.

#ven

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fountainpenguin · 7 months ago

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Y'know that post that's like "This character did not attend the Geneva Convention and does not know what a war crime is?" I want that but for the Grian/BigB Double Life arc.

This character may exist within a 700 x 700 cube in a world unlike our own where they may or may not have a society that's able to show them healthy social norms (and where their peers are committing theft, arson, murder, hiring hitmen, kidnapping, and burying people alive).

If you want to hold them accountable for cheating, you can! The beauty of Double Life is that you can perceive the Scar-Grian and BigB-Ren relationships as closed and/or monogamous if you want to.

But if you or the in-universe characters you're writing casually excuse things like murder as "part of the game," but criminalize the cheating arc without selling me on the reasons why this character lives in a world where they've decided taking a life is okay but leaving someone you don't love for someone you do isn't, l will put a bowl of pears on your head <3

Author of this post does not condone IRL cheating and in fact portrays both Grian and BigB as cheaters in 'fic. My boys did it all and they'd do it again, but they live in a world where everyone just looks at them and goes on with their day. lol.

#trafficblr #Grian #bigbst4tz2 #secret soulmates #BigB #I want everyone to perceive and write what they want. but I'll look at you funny if Grian/BigB is instantly portrayed as immoral #with no in-universe explanation. Your honor my man exists in a culture unlike our own and he should be rotated in a jar #traffic soulmates #traffic life smp #Double Life #Pixels Imperfect

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astheworldgoesonitswickedway · 13 days ago

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I'm officially here to rant about Fernald. (the hook-handed man) Please don't come for me but I think it's time we stop romanticizing the character and pretending he's something he isn't. Okay, I get it. He's funny. Genuinely funny, not just "they set up a few good jokes funny." I too, love his relationship with Sunny. And yes, like many of our characters he had a traumatic past. Let's get started with Anwhistle Aquatics. Here's the thing. The Medusoid Mycellium getting out could quite literally have started the apocalypse. Sure there was a cure, but who really has horseradish (or a substitute) on hand? Without widespread knowledge of the cure or the cure itself such a fast acting poison could have destroyed a good portion of the world. (I know it sounds dramatic but hey, the poison was created to kill in an hour, so it is that serious) Okay so, I understand why Fernald felt they had to be stopped. But at the very least he killed Gregor Anwhistle. Which killing people was the very thing he was trying to stop? What he did was wrong, but I suppose we can understand why someone would be driven to that if they felt the world was at stake. Again, so not saying it's okay. I am not condoning that. But this shows us he willingly participated in murder, and without Olaf. Which brings me to my greatest point. His actions WITH Olaf. This time around, there was no "do the ends justify the means" to blur the lines. For one, especially in the books but also in the show, Fernald displays not only willingness to participate in Olaf's many schemes, and allow the kids to be abused, he himself is unnecessarily cruel for no reason other than apparently, he enjoys being cruel. I always thought the Miserable Mill was maybe the best example of this but also the Carnivorous Carnival. For two, Fernald was accomplice to who knows how much murder and arson. So Fernald had a rough past, so did Olaf and we don't try to excuse him! So V.F.D. no doubt threw Fernald away after the Anwhistle Aquatics incident, and what that means joining Olaf is okay? No! Who knows what horrible things he did before the Baudelaires arrived on the scene, who knows how many murders Fernald participated in and even committed with his own hands. (or rather hooks you know what I mean) In the Slippery Slope, Olaf ordered Fernald to throw a baby off a cliff and Olaf certainly didn't seem to think he would have any trouble following that order. And hey, to make it personal, how about Monty?! We all love Monty. He was amazing. Unlike many others he cared about the Baudelaires and he would have been a great guardian to them. I think he would have told them everything once they got to Peru. Well you know what? Fernald participated in Monty's murder. Yeah, I get it. Olaf did the deed. Still. And I know what you're thinking, Fernald left Olaf's troupe. Well that was a half baked redemption arc if you ask me. Fernald didn't leave because he suddenly realized he was wrong and developed morals. Fernald left because Olaf would have hurt the one person in the world he actually cared about. And yes, I loved Fiona and Fernald being siblings. It was kind of sweet watching him protect her. But it seems from his point of view, murder and abuse is okay as long as it's someone else's sister. Just not his. Despite his sweet protectiveness, that's also really selfish. And it's the same logic he used for Sunny. His little soft spot for her makes me smile. It's actually adorable. BUT. It is also selfish. Hurting Sunny, a literal infant, was all fun and games until he cared about her. ( okay well in the show he was hesitant from the beginning and in the book I don't think he ever cared about her but still) And let's not forget the way book Fernald harassed Violet. Need any more be said about THAT? Anyway, in conclusion, I understand the fandoms draw to the character and I can appreciate the things about him which make us laugh and smile, and which make us WANT to like him. All I'm saying is we should probably acknowledge those things don't change the fact that like Olaf, he is a murderous villain.

#a series of unfortunate events #lemony snicket #count olaf #v.f.d.#asoue #the reptile room #the carnivorous carnival

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