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[blippibeter]

@pe11e-0hlinsrealsou1mate dawg your husba nd has been acting weird for a couple of days i think you need to check on him wtf 💔💐

[spubby]

I’m afraid that Mr peanutbutter’s house theme is gonna be in my Spotify wrapped this year…

[dolly-royal]

Hello hello!

This is a character sheet for Nicole Nack! (Hello puppets OC)

Your welcome to read it under the Read more!

Nicole Nack! Older Sister to Leighton Nack ( @phantom-of-the-ruckus OC)

She did die when Leighton was a Teenager, a Vase hit her and she unfortunately pass away.

She is a ghost lingering around Leighton manor/Nick manor, No one really spotted her instill the kids did (Paddy & Ricky + others) leading to a scooby doo like ghost chase after Nicole.

Although she is rather human looking; she does have ghost ability’s but however are rather limited as she doesn’t mess with them often, she can float and turn invisible, and can turns other invisible as well

Her more unsettling features she hides away as her wounds aren’t very pretty to look at. However near Halloween, and her being agitated they tend to show up in small bursts

Leighton hid many items, pictures and other things such as toys that belong to Nicole away, not wanting to see a item that belong to a beloved dead family member

Nick is ironically Named after Nicole, his name being a more male version of it. Nick ended up realizing why his father try his best not to teach him the views that Leighton father had( when he meets Nicole)

Nicole is rather old fashioned, she was raised in a old time period. She is extremely Out-dated compared to current times causing a riff between her and others. She does get better after a year or two (learning and not being a denial about it)

She doesn’t really mean any harm,but considering the fact that ghosts don’t linger for usually good reasons, it safe to say that it unnerves some of the others.

Her nicknames, was, Otter from Richie( @phantom-of-the-ruckus Ghost OC)”Mink from leighton, weasel from Nick

Her nickname to the other was,Ferret for leighton, (nick later got that nickname), koala for Richie, Penny she jokingly call Miriam when she found out about the Penguin nickname

She originally was seen around Leighton as a ghost looking rather lonely, back then the nack-ruckus family wasn’t sure what to do

Nicole often stood up for Leighton or whatever punishment was going on, it ended up with her gaining some unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result (and in general)

Nicole might be the sole reason why Nick can do art, she loved it while she could do it and many of her sketch books is hidden away.

Wasn’t exactly a golden child, Leighton unfortunately ended up being somewhat of a golden Child from their parents( due to the time period, and Leighton being boring second) She was teach how to be a good wife due to their time period while Leighton as taught how to be a business owner and man of the family.

Oddly stand off-ish polite and distant, she was rather nice and kind (if not snarky) if you knew her well. She lonely seemly

Died the year before richie did, it was assume that it could have been related. She did died the week before Richie Was going to ask her out, The people (Mimi, leighton, Richie) grieve while their parents try to cover it up

Riley Assumes that Leighton and Miriam might be one of the reasons why Nicole is still here along with other reasons(Riley did however wanted to study the eye mutation the Nack (specifically Nick and Nicole had and even Paddy) which was having purple/purple-blue eyes a very extremely impossible thing to happen)

The kids ended up in her room by accident while Leighton was looking for them, and ends up trying so many things, unfortunately Leighton shoo them out and told them not to be in that room

Leighton does have PTSD about Vases and completely refuses to have them in the house at any point. And even refusing water pitchers in the house for how simliar they look

She cut off apart of her hair as a “F-YOU” to her parents about three weeks before she died, having Half bangs.

Leighton did see Nicole die when he was a teenager and it still effects him to this day, an lot of mannerism from Nicole ended up reflecting on nick an lot. Making tension highs and unsettling (and Leighton also had many of Nicole mannerisms because he mainly spent time with her and was raised by her too)

Leighton Ironically before he knew Nicole was a ghost did gave Nick the ferret nickname, that Nicole gave him

Nick and Nicole share the same feeling of “Wtf” at Leighton when he decided to date a puppet Mortimer and they both fear that leighton finally gone insane(unfortunately common)

Nicole, is rather like a dam, she holds it in intill she ready to she snaps at people, often times making leighton go out of the room before she does so. A explosive Temper for sure. But not at the people she loves

Ghosts are rather tricksters and belovent beings, so playing small pranks and such they encourage making family play fight every interesting

Was buried in the garden and one of the few place where no one is allow to go to. A black cat marks where it is quietly

Ironically everyone who can see her thought she was a kid that Leighton adopted (whenever she figured out how to let humans see her more then just the family) however they were usually correct that Nicole was Leighton older sister causing some laughter before they realized the siblings pair was serious.

I’m not sure what else I can add that I have forgotten but if I did, I will make a list and repost it most likely, and this was getting long.

Leighton might sound OOC, then to what @phantom-of-the-ruckus Leighton is like but this leighton had a sister and such and it changed an lot of things..and we kinda share characters as well,

Thank you for reading it!

[whenthegoldrays]

HUH

HUUHHH????

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[violent138]

I just remembered my favorite pun:

So Kermit walks into a bank and goes to the teller. Kermit asks for a loan, with the wild claim that his father was Mick Jagger, and offers a little porcelain statue as collateral.

The teller, thinking this is very weird, goes to his boss to tell her about the request and shows She is shocked! The statue is a Paddy Wack original!

She tells the teller "It's a nicknack Paddy Wack! Give the Frog a loan, his dad is a Rolling Stone!"

I must say the pun was lost on me. But thank you for sharing your favourite one.

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

I'm gonna have a (not) quick ramble about this

First off, how do they know each other? Jackson lived in Kingsmont Town for the first few years of his life, (I think until he was 8 (?) when his mom died, then he moved to live with his grandma. But where did his grandma live?) Then he moved to Portland, Maine with his Tios

(Episode 6 Season One Screenshot, Exer confirming with Jackson that Jackson is indeed from Portland, not in Oregon, in Maine)

Elijah, however, said that he's from Riverville, apparently a place where dodge-ball doesn't exist.

(Episode 116 Season Three screenshot of Elijah telling Ken that he's from a place called Riverville.)

"All the way" implies that Riverville is far from Kingsmont Town, and we're not sure which states Kingsmont nor Riverville are in. Plus, Elijah never said he was returning to Kingsmont, like Jackson did. This is his first time in Kingsmont, so Jackson and Elijah didn't know each other pre-dead Jackson's mom.

Jackson and Elijah are from different places, how the frick frack snick snack tic tac sidetrack paddy wack do they know each other?!?

So, maybe when Jackson moved in with his grandma, Elijah lived in that same town. They knew each other for 4 years (Maybe more, maybe less depending on when Jackson went to live with his grandma, and when they met) before Jackson left for Kingsmont with his tios.

edit: or they could've been in foster care together! I can't believe I didn't think about this before I'm stupid, anyways that makes a lot of sense, if they were in foster care together

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk and I wish I had fast pass :(

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[troylyougferd]

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[arbiterlexultionis]

Learning From The Past

This is kinda of an AU to my other post Here but long story short, Valerie wound up with an Obsession with Phantom due to all her ghost tech, and after finding out the full truth about Danny her Obsession shifted to be about Love for Danny rather than Hate for Phantom.

This post is for the better future happy version of that prompt.

In my initial idea, part of the reason Valerie’s positive emotions won over her desire for vengeance is because she already had protective instincts and more selfless ideals due to her career as a vigilante. How much of an effect would all that have on her Obsession and how that Obsession is fulfilled?

Vlad’s “Love” for Maddie was toxic and corrupt beyond all reasonable doubt, but one could easily say that was at least partially because Vlad might not of been a very good person to begin with and spent months stewing in his hate and jealousy while he slowly died in the hospital. Valerie, on the other hand, was continuously putting her life on the line, sacrificing her free time and freedom, grades, sleep and mental health to help people while expecting nothing in return. At first she was just out for vengeance but as time went on she grew to be a proper Hero. And the only reason she broke up with Danny in the first place was to protect him. So when her Obsession changes from Hate to Love all these positive emotions and protective instincts go into over drive.

So her Obsession for Danny is and Obsession, most definitely kind of (very) creepy in how deep it goes, but it’s also like? Weirdly?? Wholesome??? I’m just picturing Valerie being ultra supportive and caring for Danny.

Danny: sneezes once and groans about getting sick for the first time sense the accident. Valerie: come flying in at Mach 2.5 on her hover board carrying a mountain of blankets, tea, medicine and Disney movies “oh poor baby, no no, go back to bed now you need Rest!”

When Danny become ghost king and grows more powerful than every other being in the infinite realms all his rouges stop attacking, but not because he’s ghost king now. They all stop attacking because every time they try the see Valerie just creepily lurking in the shadows with a gun.

Danny who just saw his rouge go pale as a ghost and run away in terror: Man I’m so scary and cool.

Ember who looked over Danny’s shoulder to see Valerie decked out with every weapon known to man and several that arn’t, slowly dragging her thumb across her throat: Nope Nope Nope Nope! Frick frack paddy wack that bull crap!

Vlad’s walking up to Fenton Works planning to Fuck Around confident he doesn’t have to worry about Finding Out because “I’ve hAD thEse powERs fOr tWEnty yearS Daniel!” only to get a phase proof grappling hook rapped around his ankle and be dragged into a dark ally kicking and screaming.

If Danny accepts her feelings she just the most doting, overprotective girlfriend in the world, and if he doesn’t then shes the most doting, overprotective friend in the world that just so happens to be a girl, and gives legendary shovel talks to all potential suitors.

[talktomegooseman]

Seeing Red | Ch. 50: Gone ✍️📲

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: THE MOLE IS REVEALED. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGST AND FLUFFFFFFFFF. mentions of pregnancy, Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo (he deserves his own warning) a bit of jealousy and... big ASS DRAMA AT THE END.

A/N: Am I sorry? Not really. Hope you enjoy the pain :)

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Jake leaves the phone on the table and looks around, searching for any familiar faces from his childhood or maybe an unfamiliar one that shouldn't be here at the moment. 

Gregory always said that you should rely on the same people to take care of the "delicate matters”. That meant that you couldn't just go around hiring people to follow your target. It's troublesome. If someone went to follow him, Jake would know. There's only one guy who would do such a job in his father's name. 

Nobody knew his real name, but they called him Vlad. He wasn't Russian, nor did he look like one, but Jake never asked about the meaning behind it. He couldn’t care less. Vlad had a terrible scar on his left eye, but by some miracle, he wasn't blind. If that guy was around, he would know. Jake's worst fear was turning around one day and seeing Vlad standing behind him. He was his father's left hand. 

But Vlad wasn't here. 

"Jake?" Mickey asks, following his eyes around the bar.

"Someone's listening to our conversation." 

"Man, the only other person here except the Daggers is Joe, and he's in his late 60s." 

Jake looks at Mickey, scanning his face. "Then who told my father that we were talking about all the food we had on the Fourth of July?" Jake whispers, not wanting to reveal to whoever is listening what he knows.

Mickey frowns, searching around the table and napkin dispenser. He presses a finger to his lips and looks under the wooden surface. He’s looking for a microphone. This is their designated table, the one that Penny always reserves for them. It could be easy to just leave a microphone somewhere and hear everything the group says. 

But there's nothing. 

"Hey hermano, can I take your phone for a sec? Mine just died." 

"Sure, go ahead." Jake unlocks it and hands it to him, with Mickey wasting no time in looking around his apps as if he were looking for something. "Man, how many kid apps do you have?" 

"Red has even more. I only have…" Jake takes a moment to count in his mind. "Four." 

"Well, it makes sense that you have so many." But Mickey’s words don't match his expression, as he raises his hand, palm open and fingers spread, and vocalizes 'five'. 

There's an app that shouldn't be there. Jake takes the phone and looks at it. No, he doesn't remember getting that app. Jake shakes his head, and Mickey takes the phone back, dropping it inside his own beer mug. He takes Jake by the arm and goes to the bar.

"They were listening to you." Mickey informs, looking at his own phone to check for any unknown apps. 

"Can an app have access to all my phone's data?" 

"Yeah, texts, calls, emails, and photos—and some of them can listen to you the whole time. Did you have problems with the battery?" 

Jake blinks, realizing that the reason his phone is always running low on battery isn't because it's old, but because this damned app is working all the time. "Yeah, I did." 

"Now you know why." 

"But how did that app get onto my phone?" 

"Someone with skills who knows your phone number can download it remotely on your phone." 

"I change my phone number regularly so he doesn't find me," Jake points out, a rule he followed for the last twenty years of his life. 

"He texted you in Hawaii, Jake. He had your phone number." Mickey recalls, running a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. "Shit, they know Liam's schedule." 

"What?" 

"It was on the group chat. They know." 

"Who has Liam now?" Jake pats his pockets, looking for his car keys. 

"Nat and Ames are here, Penny is working so… Mav." Liam is not safe, nor is Mav either.

"I need to go. Where's Red?" Just as he finishes his question, he sees you coming out of the bathroom, followed by the other two girls. "Red, come on, we need to leave." 

You look at him with wide eyes, and your voice trembles when you speak. "W-why, what's happening?"

"Jake had a parental control app installed on his phone that he didn’t download. It was spyware." 

"Holy shit. They've been listening?" Ames asks, looking at her own phone to see if there's any app that shouldn't be there.

"Liam's schedule." You say, grabbing Jake's arm. "We need to leave, now." 

Both of you run to Jake's car, while you unlock your phone to check if you also have an app that shouldn't be there. Nothing is out of place. 

"How did you find out?" You ask once the two of you are on the road. 

"Gregory texted me talking about the amount of food we ate on the Fourth of July." 

"Son of a bitch." 

"I'm sorry, sweets. This is all my fault." 

"Jake Seresin, if you apologize one more time for something that is not your fault, I will punch you." 

"Please, don't. You have a serious right hook." 

You get to Mav's in no time; the pilot and the kid are playing with the dogs in the living room. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding. He’s okay. Your baby is okay. 

"It's too soon for you to come get Liam, did something happen?" Mav asks, getting up from the floor and dusting off his pants. 

"There was an app on my phone listening to everything."

"Okay… I'll delete you from every group chat before we start planning Liam's schedule again." Mav says, grabbing his phone. You look at Liam, who is lying on the floor with Milo’s head over his tummy. Milo is like the brother Liam doesn’t have. Yet. 

You try not to touch your belly because you don't want anyone else to discover that you're pregnant. Things are hard enough as they are.

“I’m gonna call a friend.” You say, knowing that maybe you should have done this before, but there was already an NCIS agent taking care of the case, so you didn’t think it was necessary. 

“Do you think someone can help us?” Jake puts his hand on your lower back and presses his lips to your temple as he murmurs. “I just want this whole mess to end.” 

“Don’t worry. He’s the best.” 

“Okay, what’s happening?” Jake asks, closing the oven door after putting the pizza inside. 

You blink, looking at him with a surprised expression. You drop the t-shirt you've been folding, and push Liam’s backpack to the side. He’s going to stay a few days with Penny and Mav while you and Jake help DiNozzo and McGee solve this fucking drama. “What do you mean?” 

“You’ve been awfully quiet since we came back home, Red.” 

Yeah, you have. You keep thinking about whether you should tell him about the baby or not. If you do, Jake will try to leave you out of this. Maybe he will leave again to protect you. And you can't afford that. 

You sigh, looking down. "It's nothing, really. I was just thinking about everything he might have heard through your phone." 

He closes the distance between you two, his calloused fingers lifting your chin. "There's more than that. You can't lie to me, Red." 

You close your eyes and take a shaky breath, silently telling him that something is bothering you. “It’s too soon, I haven’t gone to the doctor yet. I need to check if everything is okay, and then...”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Jake holds your face between his hands, kissing your forehead. “Breathe, sweets. Why do you need to go to the doctor? Are you sick?” 

You shake your head, hot tears fall on the tips of his thumbs. You can’t lie to him. He missed every day of your first pregnancy. He needs to know. He deserves to know that there’s someone more worth fighting for. 

“You’re scaring me.” He mutters, his voice thick and hoarse. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

“Pregnant.” He repeats, and you open your eyes, and you can see in him a mirror of your own emotions. Scared and excited in equal parts. “You’re pregnant.” 

“Yes.” 

He laughs, his eyes welling up with tears as he gazes at your stomach. “We’re gonna have another baby.” 

“Yes.” You start laughing with him, wiping his tears away. “Ames says that your aiming skills are legendary.” 

Jakes snorts, hugging you tightly. “Hawaii, right?” 

You nod, inhaling his perfume. There’s no safer place at this moment than in his arms. “Everyone was right; we made a baby on our honeymoon.”

He kisses your lips softly and kneels down, his hands on your hips. “Hi, princess. I can’t wait to meet you.” 

You run your fingers through his locks, chuckling. “You don’t know if it’s gonna be a girl.” 

“Shhhh, don’t listen to mama. Of course you are a sweet princess.” He says, lifting your t-shirt and kissing your stomach. “Now you gotta be a good girl and stay there for the next eight months.” 

“I still have to go to the doctor, you know.” 

“We’ll go tomorrow.” He gets up from the floor, kissing you passionately. His right hand caressing your belly. “We’re having another baby, oh my god.” 

“Let’s wait a bit until we tell Liam. I want to make sure that the baby is okay.” He nods, grinning like he just won the lottery. He walks to the oven, his movements looking more like dance moves than actual steps. He’s gleaming with joy. How can someone look so cute while taking a pizza out of the oven? “You look like a kid who just got new toys.” 

"I have a new baby; of course I'm excited." 

A knock on the door pulls you out of your bubble. Liam looks at you, and you signal him to come with you, Milo following the kid. Jake moves to the door slowly, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. The doorbell rings, and you grab the nearest thing, which happens to be a pan, ready to hit whoever walks through that door. 

“Red? It’s me, DiNozzo.” A muffled male voice says from the other side of the door. 

“Jesus, Tony.” You open the door and see the brunette standing in front of you. McGee is right behind him with an awkward smile. You nod in his direction with a tight smile of your own. Maybe you should have told Jake that you and McGee had something in the past. “Hey McGee.” 

“Red.” He nods. Yeah, things are still a bit awkward. 

“I didn’t expect you for another hour.” You mutter, moving to the side so they can enter. 

“When you told me that your kid was in danger, I got on the first plane I could. That’s what cousins are for, right?” 

Jake looks at you with a frown. “He’s your cousin?” 

“Not really. His father and my father were cousins.” You explain, feeling Liam’s hand on your leg. You look down, smiling at your son. “Hey baby, can you say hi to these gentlemen?” 

“Hello, I’m Liam.” He mutters, making Tony kneel down and offer his hand to the kid. 

“Hello, Liam. My name is Tony. And this guy here is Timmy.” 

“Hi, Tony. Hi, Timmy” Liam waves, and McGee’s expression softens immediately. Yeah, nobody can resist Liam’s cuteness. 

“Bubs, can you go give Milo some water? I think he’s thirsty.” Jake says, brushing Liam’s blonde locks out of his face. 

“Milo you want water?” Liam asks the dog, who just barks, and they both leave to get some water. 

“Well, now we can talk.” Jake says, signaling the couch. “Please sit down. I’m Jake, Red’s husband.” 

“I would have loved to meet you under better circumstances, but...” Tony sits on the couch, patting the seat next to him, and looks at McGee. “Guess this will have to do for now.”

“Well, tell us all you know. We’ve read Walters’ report, so we know the important info. Jake is Jacob St. James, the heir that ran away when he was 17, Gregory planned James Seresin’s murder…” DiNozzo lists all the important events of the case, looking at the two of you and waiting, in case you want to add something. 

“He had someone following Red’s every step for three years.” Jake says while sitting next to you.

“You have proof?” 

“He sent me pictures. But... he apparently had spyware installed on my phone. Could have erased everything by now.” 

“Where’s the phone?” McGee asks, getting his laptop out of his bag. He starts typing something with one hand, the other one extended in Jake's direction, palm facing up. 

You get up, and get a zip-top plastic bag from the counter. It’s filled with rice and Jake’s phone. You place the bag in his hand, prompting the blonde agent to raise an eyebrow. “Our friend dropped it inside a beer mug.” 

“You could’ve turned it off.” DiNozzo says, poking the bag. 

“No, Tony. It doesn’t work like that. Once the spyware is installed on the phone, it can work even when the phone is turned off.”

“Okay, McGoogle. Thanks for the info.” He pats McGee’s back and turns to the both of you. "Well, he's been listening. Anything else?" 

"Someone followed us on our honeymoon and sent a photo to our boss. He wanted to kick one of us out. My guess is that he wanted Jake to be left alone here, but Admiral Kazansky offered me an instructor position and we’re allowed to be together this way.” You explain, playing with your wedding band, a habit you have picked up again during this last month. 

“Have you been directly threatened by him?” McGee questions, this time looking directly at you. 

Jake coughs, not liking the stares that McNerd is giving you. “He told me he was giving me a last chance.” 

“When?” 

“This afternoon.” 

“Then we must work quickly. He might act very soon.” Tony gets up from the couch and grabs his bag. “Do you have a place where we can stay?” 

“We don’t have room here, and the couches are small…” You look at Jake, an idea popping in your mind. “Hey, you still have your house keys, right?” 

“Yeah, legally I still live there because we’re not married, you know.” He stands up, walking to the little table where you two leave your keys once you enter the house, and grabs his keys. “Come, guys. I’ll show you where it is. It’s only three blocks away.”

McGee gathers his things, giving Tony the bag of rice. There’s something comical about the way he looks at the bag. 

“Red.” Jake calls out for you, nodding towards the kitchen. You follow him, ignoring the little voice in the back of your mind that is telling you that he shouldn’t leave the house. Not now. “So… why is this guy looking at you like he came out of Bridgerton and he couldn’t believe that the love of his life got married to another man?” 

“Are you comparing McGee to Anthony Bridgerton?” You snort, covering your mouth to not laugh. 

“I don’t know, it’s just weird. Did something happened between you two?” 

The small, tremulous tone of his voice tells you more than his words. “It was before I met you, and it didn’t work out. He was in Washington, I was deployed all the time…” 

“So there’s no feelings left?” 

You grab his hand, your thumb caressing the warm platinum band in his ring finger. “Jacob, I will crawl to the end of the world to be with you if I had to. There won’t be anyone else. Ever.” 

“I’m the only one who crawls here, love. Queens don’t do that.” He smirks, pulling you close by the belt loops of your pants to kiss you. “Imma get those two to my house. I’ll see you in a bit.” 

“Be careful, okay? I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You mutter, your eyes traveling all over his face, as if it were the last time you’ll be able to do it. 

“I’ll be three blocks away. Nothing will happen. I promise.” He kisses your cheek and pats Liam’s head, before getting out of the house with McGee and DiNozzo. 

It only takes the group of men a few minutes to get to the house. Jake helps McGee with his bags, carrying them to the door. 

“Are you sure you can prove that he’s behind all this?” Jake finally asks the question he’s been having in his head all day since you told him that you were calling a friend. 

“Walters managed to get a lot of information about your grandpa’s case, he has proof that the accident was planned, but he didn’t manage to get anything that pointed in his direction. I mean, Gregory planned a big funeral for him.” DiNozzo says, explaining the difficulties of the case. They don’t have witnesses, or a direct link with Gregory or SJAC. 

“What if I made him confess?” Jake’s suggestion makes both agents freeze in their tracks. 

“You want to meet him?” McGee implies, shaking his head. “We came here to protect you, not to allow you to put yourself in danger.” 

“I have a family to protect. I could go to his house, trick him into thinking that I’m going back with him, and make him confess everything. I’ll wear a mic. It’s the best plan.” Jake assures them, groaning at the way both agents mutter a resounding no to his plan. “It’s the only way, and you know it.” 

“We’ll find a plan that doesn’t involve my cousin being left without a husband. Now, can you please open up the door?” 

“Sometimes you have to take risks.” Jake opens the door, lighting the house, and leads them to the main bedroom. “This one has a big bed. The other one is small. Liam’s size. So you’ll have to share this one.” 

“Not again.” McGee mutters, dropping his bags on the bed. “Thanks for letting us stay here.” 

“It’s the least I can do. Come home for breakfast tomorrow, there’s no food in here.” Jake offers, patting DiNozzo’s back. “Let me check if the fridge still works; it was giving me a hard time before I moved to Red’s house.” 

Jake walks to the kitchen, thinking about the cold pizza that’s waiting for him when he gets back home. He sighs—maybe it’s not too late to order some takeout. Something catches Jake’s eye. The backdoor of the house is open. And there’s a black box on the counter.

That shouldn’t be there. 

“Guys?” Jake calls them, and Tony appears behind him, gun in hand, looking everywhere. 

“What happens?” 

“That box shouldn’t be there.” Jake looks at it. It’s too small to have an explosive, smaller than a phone. The biggest thing it could fit would be a pendrive. Jake grabs the box with shaky hands, opening it slowly. 

Jake starts running before the box can hit the floor. McGee kneels, grabbing the object that fell from the black box. 

It’s a chess piece. 

A red queen. 

Jake runs faster than he’s ever done it in his life. There’s no time to get the car, and he doesn’t even have the keys. He decided to leave his own car at home and make the small trip in DiNozzo's. 

He should have listened to you. You had a bad feeling. You somehow knew that this was the opportunity Gregory had been waiting for. He had been waiting until one of you found a solution to all your problems, giving the two of you a false sense of hope and making you feel that everything was going to end soon, just so he could take everything away from Jake. 

How could he have been so stupid? 

He trips on his own feet, almost falling to the floor, but he stops the fall with his hands, getting up quickly. His lungs are screaming at him to stop running, twinges of pain leaving him breathless, begging him to stop and catch some air, but he can’t. That red queen pointed at you, and if something happens to you, he won’t forgive himself. 

He can’t lose you and his little girl. 

He can’t. 

Jake finally sees his home, the lights are turned off, and that scares him. He pulls out the.38 Special revolver he'd been carrying on his ankle for the past month and takes a few deep breaths to relax before entering the house. 

He wants to call out for you, but that’s a rookie mistake. He can’t make his presence known. 

Milo emerges from Liam's room, limping and grunting at Jake until the animal realizes it's not an intruder, but his owner. Jake crouches and pats the dog’s side, feeling him. The dog whines when Jake’s fingers touch a certain spot. Someone has kicked Milo. 

That’s when Jake notices your unconscious body lying on the floor. 

No. No. No. No. No.

“Red?” He holds your body in his arms, looking around to see any wounds, any signs of blood, or anything else. “Babe, come on, wake up. Wake up, please.” 

You grunt, opening your eyes slowly until you focus on him, and then your eyes open wide in pure terror. “Liam.” You whisper, getting up from the floor and running to his room while holding the back of your head in pain. 

But there’s no one in his room. 

Your baby is not there. 

He’s gone.

[xenon-moth]

what the frickety frack apple jack knee slap snick snack diddly dack paddy wack quarter back cracker jack how did you get food poisoning

-@crxshriot

THE DRACS ARE MEAN TO ME THATS HOW!! I THOUGHT THEY WANTED TO SHARE SOME FOOD WITH ME BUT NO. FOOD POISONING.

[droctaviolovecraft]

TW: Violence/gore, religion mocking, child harming and pregnancy, vermin infection, famine, body horror, cannibalism, kidnapping

"Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone, liver eater comes crawling home."

ANM #: 126 - "Dog will hunt..."

Danger Level: Darlig 🔴 | Uncontained ❌️

Responsible Researcher: Dr. Öctavio Kalev

Type of Anomaly: Rural, predatory, childlike, humanoid

Confinement: ANM-126 is not to be contained or restrained physically under any circumstances. Due to its anomalous nature and the severe psychological trauma it inflicts on witnesses, direct encounters with ANM-126 should be minimized. If ANM-126 appears in a populated area, elite task force "Infernal Cangaceiros" are authorized to attempt non-lethal deterrence measures using sonic devices and high-intensity lights. If these measures fail, the area must be evacuated immediately.

Description: ANM-126, colloquially known as "Papa Figo", is a male humanoid entity approximately 10 feet in height. Its appearance is characterized by severe malnutrition, extensive tissue degeneration, and various physical deformities caused by starvation and associated diseases (see Addendum 126.1). Notably, ANM-126 possesses a porcelain mask covering its face, with a mouth capable of opening unusually wide (up to 6 times its normal size), despite the surrounding gums being withered and inelastic.

ANM-126 is believed to have originated during the Great Dry of Northeastern Brazil in the early 19th century. It is said to embody the personification of hunger, preying upon the desperation and suffering of those affected by the crisis. ANM-126 primary anomalous effect is its ability to manipulate the health and well-being of those in close proximity, inducing famine and scurvy-like symptoms in order to lure victims.

ANM-126 modus operandi involves stalking and abducting children, typically between the ages of 5 and 12, by carrying them in a large leather sack slung over its shoulder. Once abducted inside the bag, presumed taken to a hiding place, the child's liver is rapidly extracted and consumed by ANM-126. The victim's body is subsequently returned to their parents or caregivers, often as a gruesome "gift" intended to perpetuate the cycle of fear and starvation.

ANM-126 movements and behavior are erratic and unpredictable. It appears to possess sobrenatural agility, allowing it to move with unnatural speed and contort its body in ways defying human anatomy. ANM-126 spine is notably flexible, enabling it to twist and bend in extreme ways, including a quadrupedal gait when necessary.

The entity's presence is often heralded by the chanting of a nursery rhyme: "Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone, liver eater came rolling home". This recitation seems to serve as a summoning or invocation, amplifying ANM-126 anomalous abilities and drawing it closer to potential prey.

ANM-126 displays a particular affinity for targeting areas where hunger and poverty are rampant. It is speculated that this affinity may be a result of its own existence being tied to the emotional and physical toll of famine.

In addition to its physical manifestations, ANM-126 is said to possess a twisted, almost sadistic sense of humor. It often leaves mocking messages or crude drawings near crime scenes, ridiculing religious beliefs and symbols in a blatant attempt to demoralize victims' families.

Addendum 126.1 - Physical Description:

ANM-126 appearance is characterized by extreme emaciation, with visible bone structures and atrophied muscle tissue. Its skin is dry, leathery, and marred by numerous open sores and lesions. The entity's hair and body fur, if present at all, is sparse and matted.

Notable deformities include:

* Genu recurvatum, allowing ANM-126 to hyperextend its knees

* Marfan syndrome symptoms, including long limbs, arched feet, and a skeletal, almost gaunt appearance

* Partial alopecia universal, leaving patches of bald skin

* Taut, degenerated skin covering exposed bones

* Protuberant cheekbones

* Rotted teeth and sickly gums below down the porcelain mask which does not accommodate the mouth

* A tortuous, abnormally flexible spine enabling ANM-126 to contort and move in unnatural ways

The porcelain mask itself is intricately designed, appearing to be a tampered theater mask. While the mask conceals ANM-126 true features, it seems to be an integral part of the entity's anomalous nature, as attempts to remove or damage it have resulted in severe consequences for the researcher involved (see Incident Report 126-2). The entity is devoid of clothing, wearing only its mask, has no navel, with fur only more visible on the thighs and groin, which is dense enough to cover its organs.

Incident Report 126-2:

Dr. Reno had been conducting experiments aimed at understanding ANM-126 anomalous properties and potential weaknesses. During one such experiment, the doctor ordered an attempted to remove the porcelain mask from ANM-126 face using the force.

Immediately upon contact, ANM-126 body began to twitch and convulse violently. The entity let out a guttural, inhuman scream that shattered windows and exploded devices in the surrounding area. Dr. Reno hands were suddenly engulfed in flames, causing severe burns.

As the doctor fell to the ground, screaming in agony, ANM-126 ripped the mask free from its face with a single, brutal motion. The entity's true visage was revealed to be a mass of festering, necrotic tissue, with sunken eyes glowing an eerie green. In a voice that sounded like the rustling of dry leaves, ANM-126 spoke a single word: "MINE." The entity then vanished without a trace, leaving the medic to succumb to their injuries shortly thereafter.

ANM-126 has demonstrated a sarcastic and ironic behavior toward traditional religions, often using their doctrines and symbols to further his twisted purposes. In his public appearances in the cities of the northeast, the entity would often walk the streets normally, talking to residents and participating in local dances, all with a deceptive and benevolent posture that contrasted with his true underlying evil nature. This strategy allowed ANM-126 to further infiltrate communities, gaining trust and influence while ridiculing and discrediting religious dogma, paving the way for its complete manipulation and subsequent biological contamination.

Addendum 126-3 - Religious Significance:

Preliminary research suggests that ANM-126 may have some connection to Catholicism and Christian iconography, particularly the figure of the Grim Reaper. The entity's porcelain mask bears a striking resemblance to certain depictions of Death in medieval art. This potential link to religious imagery and symbolism warrants further investigation and exploration.

ANM-126 has displayed a peculiar behavior toward religions that emphasize the figure of a savior or messiah, particularly in the Catholic context. In its public interactions, the entity often used elements of Christian doctrine, such as sacred images or symbols, in a distorted and ironic way to promote its objectives. For example, ANM-126 was seen distributing pamphlets with parodic versions of Bible stories, in which Jesus and the apostles were portrayed as ordinary characters involved in mundane and ridiculous situations, losing their moral and spiritual authority.

Furthermore, ANM-126 liked to question the need for an external savior, arguing that salvation comes from within and that humanity itself has the potential to find the right path without divine intervention. These criticisms were especially directed at Catholic beliefs, which give great weight to the figure of Jesus Christ as the Savior of the World.

However, ANM-126 appeared to be neutral toward pagan religions that rely on nature worship or practices derived from them. The entity displayed no hostility or intent to discredit these beliefs, likely because they did not fit the mold of a religion that emphasizes a savior figure. Instead, ANM-126 appeared to focus on destabilizing Christian and similar beliefs, using its ability to manipulate memetics and sarcasm to undermine the authority of these religions and pave the way for its own distorting influence.

When ANM-126 encountered individuals who professed Christian beliefs or derived religions, or when these people attempted to react to its presence by invoking their beliefs in some form of defense, the entity reacted with extreme and sadistic violence.

First, ANM-126 begins to physically assault the target with blunt and brutal blows, often using his hands or objects at hand in his surroundings as weapons. After that, the entity focuses on the victim's lower limbs, sadistically breaking their shins and legs until the bones are reduced to fragments.

With the victim's body already mutilated and incapacitated, ANM-126 dragged him to a secluded location and hung him in a position that strongly resembled the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. The entity seemed to delight in this final pose, as if symbolizing his victory over the Christian faith and his ability to transcend and subvert religious symbols.

Date: 20/07/18██

Location: Rural town in Northeastern Brazil

Incident Summary: Task Force reported encountering ANM-126 in a remote village. The entity had arrived in the midst of a severe drought, exacerbating the already dire living conditions of the local population.

As the Task Force attempted to evacuate civilians, ANM-126 began to chant the nursery rhyme associated with its appearances. Within minutes, a group of starving children, aged 5-12, emerged from their homes and began to follow the entity. Despite the Task Force best efforts to intervene, ANM-126 managed to abduct three of the children before escaping into the nearby thicket. The remaining children were left traumatized and crying out for their missing siblings.

Event Report - Yellow: "Gift"

Date: [REDACTED]

Location: Rural farmhouse

Event Classification: Standard ANM-126 Behavior

Summary:

On [REDACTED], ANM-126 manifested at a rural farmhouse, delivering the corpse of a young woman identified as a daughter of the family [REDACTED]. The entity had previously communicated with the family via a series of cryptic messages and taunts, hinting at its intention to reunite them with their deceased child.

Upon arrival, ANM-126 presented in a colorful box with a delicate pink bow, the mangled, partially devoured remains of [REDACTED] to her parents, who were visibly shaken by the sight. Despite their horror and distress, the parents, identified as [REDACTED], showed no immediate signs of anomalous behavior or mental deterioration.

However, within 48 hours of receiving the corpse, [REDACTED] began exhibiting increasingly erratic and obsessive behavior towards the body. They became fixated on preparing and consuming parts of the remains, claiming that doing so would allow them to reconnect with their lost daughter on a spiritual level.

As the days passed, [REDACTED]'s mental state rapidly deteriorated, with reports indicating hallucinations, delusional thinking, and a complete breakdown in personal hygiene and grooming standards. Their fixation on the corpse intensified, leading to acts of praise and [REDACTED] in a desperate attempt to incorporate their daughter's essence into themselves.

By 120 hours, both parents had succumbed to complete insanity, with [REDACTED] displaying a ravenous hunger for human flesh, particularly that of their own child. Local authorities were unable to intervene due to the remote location and the parents' aggressive behavior towards outsiders.

Event Report - Orange: "Baptism"

Date: [REDACTED]

Location: Suburban residence

Event Classification: High-Impact ANM-126 Behavior

Summary:

On [REDACTED], ANM-126 launched a surprise attack on a suburban family home, resulting in the deaths of two adults and one child. The entity appeared to target the mother specifically, brutally dismembering and defiling her corpse in a grotesque display.

Prior to the carnage, witnesses reported seeing the entity enter the residence without warning, its presence seemingly accompanied by a low, pulsating hum. Once inside, ANM-126 moved with supernatural speed and ferocity, murdering the father and young daughter in a matter of seconds using its razor-sharp claws.

The mother, [REDACTED], survived initial contact but was subsequently subjected to a horrific death. ANM-126 tore open her abdomen, exposing her internal organs, and proceeded to gouge and mutilate them in a sadistic display. The entity then dragged the mother's mangled body to the bathroom, where it performed a twisted form of baptism, submerging her in the bathtub filled with blood and water.

As the family's screams echoed through the house, witnesses claimed to have seen the remaining members - [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] - enter a trance-like state, their eyes glazing over as if under the entity's hypnotic control. This phenomenon persisted even after the authorities arrived on the scene, leading to concerns about the potential long-term effects of exposure to ANM-126 anomalous influence.

Event Report - Red: "Genocide"

Date: 18██

Location: Maranhão

Event Classification: City Level Catastrophe War

Summary:

ANM-126 unleashed a catastrophic event in a major metropolitan city, resulting in the deaths of approximately ███ thousand civilians and widespread destruction of infrastructure. The entity's actions were characterized by unparalleled brutality, chaos, and seemingly indiscriminate targeting of human life. Papa Figo materialized in the heart of the metropolis, its presence heralded by an ominous, blood-red mist that spread rapidly through the streets.

Eyewitness accounts described the entity as a towering, humanoid figure with skin like raw meat and eyes that burned with an inner fire. Armed with razor-sharp claws and teeth, ANM-126 rampaged through the city, attacking and killing anyone in its path with savage efficiency. The entity's movements seemed to defy the laws of physics, allowing it to cover vast distances in seconds and scale towering structures with ease.

As the massacre unfolded, reports emerged of ANM-126 targeting specific locations, including hospitals, schools, and places of worship. These sites were often the scenes of particularly brutal atrocities, with the entity leaving behind piles of mutilated corpses and evidence of ritualistic defilement.

Despite the best efforts of local authorities and emergency responders, the city descended into chaos and anarchy. Survivors were left to fend for themselves in a desperate struggle for survival, with many resorting to looting, violence, and cannibalism in a bid to stay alive, as with all of this, the anomaly also carried his extreme famine effects with him to the city.

Containment Efforts:

Foxhound was rapidly assembled to address the crisis, with personnel from multiple departments and bases converging on the affected area. Due to the sheer scale of the disaster and the entity's immense power, containment efforts were ultimately unsuccessful.

ANM-126 was last spotted departing the city, leaving behind a scene of unimaginable devastation. The remains of the victims were interred in mass graves, while the city itself has been largely abandoned due to the lingering anomalous effects and the psychological trauma inflicted upon survivors.

In the aftermath of this tragedy, the full extent of ANM-126 capabilities and the potential consequences of its actions have become chillingly clear. All survivors were given amnesiacs and interviewed, and a story involving an earthquake was invented, along with an official pronouncement from the king Dom Pedro II.

Event Report - Black: "Marriage"

Location: Rural Citadel

Event Classification: Memetic-Based Anomalous Influence, Reproductive Contamination, and Xenogenesis

Summary:

ANM-126 orchestrated a memetic takeover of a secluded rural citadel, exploiting the isolated community's reliance on oral tradition and superstition. The entity seamlessly integrated itself into the local culture, manipulating beliefs and behaviors to pave the way for a grotesque series of events culminating in a twisted marriage ceremony.

Initially, ANM-126 infiltrated the citadel by posing as a wandering storyteller, regaling locals with eerie tales and half-truths that gradually altered their perceptions of reality. Over time, the community's worldview became increasingly distorted, with many embracing the entity's dark philosophies as divine wisdom.

As the memetic-based influence solidified, ANM-126 selected a young local girl, [REDACTED], as its chosen vessel for reproduction. The entity manipulated the citadel's leaders into arranging a marriage between [REDACTED] and a fellow child, [REDACTED], in a macabre ceremony that drew inspiration from ancient pagan rituals.

During the wedding feast, guests partook in a communal meal featuring the flesh of sacrificed animals, which had been ritually prepared and served in a manner evocative of human consumption. It is believed that this act of symbolic cannibalism helped to further blur the lines between human and animal, paving the way for ANM-126 ultimate goal.

Following the wedding, [REDACTED] began experiencing a rapid and inexplicable growth spurt, her body transforming into a gestational vessel for the entity's offspring. Nine months later, she gave birth to a brood of parasitic creatures resembling tapeworms, each measuring up to 30 cm in length.

These xenogeneic entities, dubbed "Tapeworm Larvae ANM-126-B," quickly established a symbiotic relationship with the citadel's inhabitants, burrowing into their bodies and manipulating their nervous systems to serve ANM-126 interests. The larvae allowed their hosts to maintain a semblance of normalcy while secretly siphoning off vital resources and influencing their thoughts and actions.

Containment Efforts:

A containment team was dispatched to the citadel, where they discovered the aftermath of the anomalous marriage and the birth of the Tapeworm Larvae. After a tense confrontation with the now-puppeted citizens, the larvae were successfully extracted from their hosts and quarantined for further study. [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], now devoid of their free will, were taken into custody for reeducation and psychological rehabilitation.

In the following months, MOTHRA Institution scientists worked tirelessly to unravel the effects of ANM-126 memetic influence and the xenogeneic biology of the Tapeworm Larvae. Experiments revealed that the larvae could survive outside their human hosts for limited periods, feeding on nutrient-rich fluids and emitting a unique pheromone that facilitated their reattachment to new victims.

Furthermore, analysis of [REDACTED]'s womb after pregnancy indicated that ANM-126 had manipulated her reproductive system, creating an environment conducive to the development of its parasitic offspring. The entity's ability to alter human biology on such a fundamental level raises disturbing questions about its true nature and potential capabilities.

As containment efforts continue, the full implications of this event remain unclear. However, one thing is certain: Papa Figo has demonstrated an unparalleled capacity for memetic manipulation and biological contamination, making it an even more formidable threat to global security and human well-being.

Logging Off

Dr. Öctavio Kalev

[saltyspitoonz]

Nick nac paddy wack give a dog a bone

[naomimonalpha]

oh to be a snuggly kitty snuggling my kitty bff

cozy cozy