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vastderp · 4 months

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OH GOD THIS EPISODE’S MURDERER IS A HOMESTUCK AND THE POOR HOSTS HAVE HAVE NO GODDAMN CLUE WHAT ANY OF IT MEANS

run jimmie and james run far away

you are asking questions only the void of insanity itself can answer, and it will answer

#audio post #small town murder #homestuck #i was not expecting this

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the-case-book-of-fanfiction · 11 months

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my rewatch of broadchurch has reminded me of how much i love the idea of hopper taking on steve as an intern and showing him the ropes of policework. so, uh, here's a little thing i might make into an actual fic one of these days:

it's not steve's first choice of job. but it was offered to both him and robin, it pays well, it gets his dad off his back. or maybe worse. ("finally getting your life together, are you? finally got yourself an actual career.")

at first, it's simple, easy. reports, paperwork, sometimes some leg work. hopper oversees steve and robin's training personally. he says it's because they show potential; while that may be true, steve also suspects that hop's been told to keep an eye on the two of them by the shady government agents who have been lingering around hawkins—most of them pretending to be regular people, but the townspeople know better. everyone knows everyone in a small town like hawkins, and after the hellscape the town became, people have their own theories about what happened. most of them are pretty close, almost all of them including a government conspiracy.

for the few months, that's all they do. chase after the people who get too close to the truth, hush them up before the papers can snap up the story. they can't stop them all, but for the most part, people outside of hawkins write it off as lunacy. steve and hopper are thankful for that.

two years. two years of pure silence from any related to the upside down; no demodogs, no labs, no doctors, no psychic children. just eleven—jane, now—with the hopper-byers, and she hasn't used her powers for anything other than making max's life easier. the party's gone back to playing d&d together regularly, even though their parents tease them they're too old to be playing it in mike's basement.

and then, a couple months after the anniversary of will's disappearance, the world starts to crack again.

not really, not literally, not like it did when vecna split hawkins into four chunks of hell. but it's close, because steve can feel the world shift and begin to fall, just like it did then. it's worse this time, though, because he didn't really notice last time. he was too wrapped up in himself, in high school, in tommy and carol, in nancy. but this time? this time steve is fully aware of just how disastrous the world is.

it's a body. it's a young boy. all of hawkins stills because it's a little too similar.

when he's found, nobody knows who it is. the body's in the quarry, found by a group of young kids playing a little too close to the edge. (the town starts to get uneasy.)

the police retrieve the body. the family's contacted privately. the mother screams and wails that she was right, that she knew, that if they had just listened to her—

they realize, too late, that a missing persons report was filed about the boy two days ago. hopper hates how much the woman reminds him of joyce.

the autopsy is performed, and it confirms that the boy is really this woman's son. hopper insists on being present for the autopsy, just a little too worried it would be another fake.

for a while, steve is convinced it has to be related to what happened in the early 80s. hopper is, too, until that autopsy. after that, he tells steve it's a perfectly normal murder case.

it takes a while before steve believes him. only after that does he start to think that a regular murder case is even worse.

"i hate these small town murders," hopper says to him one day. "too many secrets about too many people get uncovered. things we never should know."

"but we're the police, shouldn't we know these things? if people are threatening and blackmailing and committing petty crimes, shouldn't we know?" steve asks, confused as to why hopper seems to be okay with these things—small compared to a murder, but big to a small town—happening all the time under their noses.

because that's what has been happening. backs are turning quickly. the town is becoming violent, accusing anyone and everyone who is slightly suspicious as the boy's killer.

"in a regular small town, it wouldn't be as big of a deal," hopper says. "even then, some things are just better left unsaid. but here? there's too many secrets we need to keep. secrets unrelated to this case. secrets that could get the soviets interested again."

and the idea of that makes steve shudder, his body remembering pain he had never really gotten rid of, always feeling it when it's too cold or raining.

robin shares similar ideas to hopper. "all these accusations," she says one night, when it's just them in the office because hop sent everybody else home and he's in the next room making coffee, "doesn't it scare you? like imagine if somebody turns on...i don't know, jonathan or...or nancy? i mean nancy owns guns and people know about it—"

"the boy wasn't shot, robs."

"—and jonathan, i mean, everybody who went to school with us heard about you breaking the camera and why you did it. they might..."

steve shakes his head. "i wish i hadn't, robs. especially now."

"i know that, that's not what i'm saying. my point is, we've all got dirt, every single one of us. eddie's been accused of murder before, who's to say they won't do it again? even if it doesn't make sense, neither do the people they target now. anyone who's done any wrong is in the risk of it being made public. and if that happened to us? if people find out about el, about vecna, about will? what happens then?"

she's worked herself up into a panic, steve can tell. but this time, he doesn't really know what to say. he doesn't know what will happen. the government agents who watched them for months before they disappeared all at once never made verbal threats, but the threat of their presence was enough to silence everyone.

the only thing he can think to say is "eddie's on tour with the guys right now, he's safe from all of this."

"until they get back, then everyone will become the next jason carver," robin says, and steve begs her not to bring him back up.

secrets get dug up as the case drags on, only getting further and further away from closure. affairs, bullying, threats, drugs, alcohol, robbery. whatever small, dirty secret the town could possibly have, it does have, and it gets dug up and aired out like dirty laundry.

steve watches the town pretend to be shocked at every new revelation. it doesn't hurt very much until he watches the entire town pretend that they—and he—didn't know his dad was cheating on his mom and has been for years; that still doesn't hurt as much as the pitying looks they give him when he shows up to ask questions or to take their statements; and that still doesn't compare to the looks everyone gives his mom.

he watches his mom lose her love of life. it was fine, or they could pretend it was fine, before everybody knew (officially) about his dad's infidelity. they could pretend it wasn't happening. they pretended it was some big business meeting or a dinner with a client or whatever it was, except what it actually was.

that's what hurts steve most about policework. watching people go under for things that have nothing to do with him. watching people lose family and livelihoods over mistakes made years ago. watching the life drain from a community, replaced by suspicion and anger and hatred.

because if he stops and thinks about it, steve doesn't really mind it otherwise. he likes the thrill, the facts fitting together, the possibility that they might actually be right.

and when they are right, even after countless wrong leads, steve feels the relief deep in his bones. he feels it in the town, too, feels people start to breathe again and start to go back to normal and live their lives again.

he knows it's not normal again, not really. how can it be? but he watches the case go to trial, he watches it go right, he watches the killer go to jail. he watches the family finally breathe again, hears the mother thank him and robin and hopper, sees them try to go back to their lives and do they best they can.

it's not normal, but it's better. it's better than it was, because the accusations are gone now, what's been dug up has either been forgotten or left alone or maybe it has changed lives, but people are moving on. sweeping it under the rug like it never even happened.

there are some divorces in the following weeks—the couples whose infidelity was discovered. the police chase a few domestic abuse reports. steve handles a few of them, because he's learned to handle the punches now. there'a crackdown on illicit substances. steve and robin are glad eddie's quit all of that now, that he had given it up years ago.

the world stops ending. steve knows it'll end again someday, more often if he ever ends up in a big city. but for now, it's over and he can go back to his boring old police routine.

steve likes "boring" these days. boring is a safety net, something to fall back into when things get exciting.

the other thing steve likes about policework—it is exciting. sometimes. sometimes, it makes him feel alive again.

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parttimepunner · 1 year

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One of my favorite podcasts is Small Town Murder. They seem to notice themes like how exotic birds have been involved in an unusually high amount of their stories. Or that if someone is a junior or names their kid a junior that also spells trouble. Anyone else here listen to that podcast?

#Small Town Murder #pets #podcast #comedy #true crime

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womenusingwords · 7 months

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Homecoming in Murder

The details… Title : Homecoming in Murder Author : Edale Lane Publisher ‏ : ‎ Past and Prologue Press Publication date ‏ : ‎ July 6, 2023 Available formats : Ebook, Paperback Language ‏ : ‎ English File size ‏ : ‎ 1091 KB Print length ‏ : ‎ 202 pages Page numbers source ISBN ‏ : ‎ B0C9SG1X48 Genre : Mystery Romance Themes : small town murder, family feuds and traumas, Southern…

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#crime #Edale Lane #family #family feuds and traumas #mystery #Past and Prologue Press #small town murder #Southern politics #suspense #women loving women

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frivolous-pastel · 11 months

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James and Jimmie were talking with impressed noises about a murderer with an IQ of 132 all "140 is genius" and I'm listening here like

I was tested at 138 before I was eight years old

I promise y'all IQ means nothing, I'm a dumbass 85% of the time

#small town murder #stm #James pietragallo #jimmie whisman #5% of the time I make wonderful decisions #and 10% of the time I give amazing advice I never follow myself

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towlb-if · 2 years

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You've been here before.

It's been seventeen years since you found that body in the woods.

You thought you had put that all behind you.

You thought wrong.

Here you are again with the same four kids, now grown, staring down at yet another mangled corpse on the ground.

Description

The Ones We Left Behind is an interactive fiction (IF) about a series of murders in a small town. As a child you found yourself drawn to the forest, spending time there as often as you could, even finding a body could not deter you... Hell, even finding four. Set in the Canadian Prairies where the lines between natural and paranormal are blurred, The Ones We Left Behind is a soft horror; not about the thrilling chase, the blood pumping in your ears so loudly you cannot even hear yourself scream, not the frozen hands clawing through your chest; but rather the gentle decay, the smell of rot and sunshine forever intertwined.

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Companions (All RO)

Verónica Andrés (she/her) - Verónica has always been sardonic. Even as a child, her grave demeanor was the most striking thing about her... Perhaps it’s fitting then what she does now. Unable to sate her morbid curiosity, Verónica spends her free time scouring the forest for more bodies and maintaining the ever-growing makeshift graveyard. More Info

Chuck Cooper (he/him) - Chuck hasn’t changed, still those same sad grey eyes, furrowed brow, and stocky stature, hell, he hasn’t even moved out of his late father’s trailer. Fearful of never coming out again, Chuck avoids going into the heart of the forest, but he still sticks to the outskirts, refusing to truly leave it behind. More Info

Ethel Jones (she/her?) - A far cry from the timid kid you once knew, Ethel is now a successful author of thrillers. with a full face of makeup and long dark hair, she’s almost unrecognizable! By all accounts it seems as though she’s completely put the past behind her. But if that’s the case, why do her protagonists feel so familiar, and why is she back? More Info

“Moose” Aubergé (he/they) - There was no doubt Moose was going to go far and leave this musty old town behind, and he did. Back to spite their former peers at the upcoming high school reunion, Moose still carries himself with the same offbeat confident swagger. Seemingly unbothered by their traumatic past, you would assume they’ve all but forgotten it. But he hasn’t. More Info

#interactive fiction #towlb #the ones we left behind #small town murder

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hibiscusbabyboy · 2 months

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vastderp · 2 months

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A SECOND HOMESTUCK HAS HIT THE MURDER PODCAST.

i wonder if they found them through the “kismesis” murder story, lol

#small town murder #homestuck #jimmie getting all indignant on behalf of cats sent me

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jones7thavenue · 4 months

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Thirty-one minutes from today being February 1, and I'm already going into true crime zen, via Wondery+, which I need to pay for in less than twelve hours.

Anyway, I'm going to do an all-nighter of reading, right after the latest dose of Small Town Murder. +, fuck no, I won't spoil any of this, because, shit's too gruesome, even for elderly or younger audience members.

Please, listen. At your own risk. Discretion is adamantly advised.

#small town murder #true crime #richmond vermont #jonesy listens

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one-time-i-dreamt · 11 months

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I was walking through a small town and the supermarket looked weird. Instead of registers, there was a big machines with people in pods and movies on screens above their heads.

Turns out the manager was a ghost searching people’s memories at night looking for his killer.

#dream #text #July 23rd 2023 #murder tw #violence tw #death tw #ghost #small town #town #supermarket #shopping #movie #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

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frivolous-pastel · 1 year

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On the one hand, James and Jimmie spent 3/4 of the 4/20 livestream kink shaming someone

On the other hand, the person they were kink shaming legit murdered his wife in part because she did not want to participate in his more extreme kinks, like that was genuinely one of his motives

#small town Murder #420 stm livestream #stm #when someone actually deserves to be kink shamed #that episode was a trip on its own without any help

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