#[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * queue.

[meatriarch]

OVERVIEW UPDATE.

a few updates / changes i'll attempt to be as thorough as possible going over in this post in light of a mutual decision that was discussed last night. if there's any questions, etc. re: anything noted here, my ims, my inbox & my disc ( meatriarch ) are all open for that ♡

firstly to note just a few kind of small roster changes but,

there's a few new faces added ( and another muse, carla / di2 likely upcoming ) who i will be writing into texas alongside verses for their respective canons.

im changing ana to a request-only muse -- mostly because i enjoy getting to write against her rather than as her! and its not because i dont love her character but, she was primarily added here bc at the time there werent really active ana's floating around and now there are, and personally i'd rather both write against AND see others' interpretations shine (: ♡

likewise, i am removing nancy's request-only status and placing her among my active muses. i'll talk more about nancy in particular further down.

request-onlys from now on : ana, simmi, vincent

hoyt remaining as an npc who only crops up from time to time gg

everyone else is considered active

second & main point of this post & what everything else from here out will center around,

certain muses here ( maria, luda & thomas ) are now mutually exclusive with lamb's portrayal of johnny sawyer ( @johnnysslaughter ). ♡ lamb has also made note that his johnny is exclusive to my portrayal of nancy.

obviously this decision impacts several things ( ie. interactions, verses, etc ) here so i will do my best to lay out what things will look like & work from here on out in light of it ♡ and again, if theres any questions / need for further clarification im all ears ♡

INTERACTIONS.

for luda & thomas.

them i'm not too worried over to be fair, but. because of how much lamb & i have been working with integrating the hewitts into the sawyer family as extended relatives, that entire aspect of them ( of them being related, all my hcs regarding the hewitt-sawyers, the reach that the family as a whole has across texas & with authorities, the hewitt-sawyer family tree, etc. ) is closed from here on out between my portrayals of the hewitts & lamb's johnny, and i will not write either of them against other portrayals of johnny. i am, however, open for portrayals of any other of the sawyers / slaughters to be part of that aspect! c: it would just need talks / plotting between lamb, myself, and whoever else! i will, otherwise, default them to their respective remake canons where necessary.

for maria.

the biggest change i think in all of this, but. my portrayal of maria is now exclusive to lamb's portrayal of johnny and vice versa. so much of my maria is heavily entwined with lamb's johnny, we have built and talked about so much with them, so many au's, so many potential trajectories & dynamics between them over these last sevenish months of us writing together. there's alot of comfort and trust that i have in lamb & in their johnny to tackle alot of the more darker themes that can crop up, especially in our shared dire au's. and there's just so much that we've put into our versions of maria & johnny and their bond, their relationships, etc. that we've both realized and talked over how we just can't really picture ourselves writing them against other versions of marias or johnnys. i can't picture my girl, my maria without thinking about lamb's portrayal and vice versa. and it helps, tremendously, with how close and how good of a friend lamb has become over these months and it makes writing them and talking about them together so effortless. our versions of maria & johnny are my roman empire - they are constantly buzzing around in my head & i adore what we've been piecing together for them ♡ it's not often that one comes across a writing partner you really click with but lamb has been that for me this last half a year. so, i will not be writing my maria against other portrayals of johnny from this point on. i know i've sent in a couple prompts from maria and i gently leave what gets answered / deleted from anyones' drafts & inbox up to those i sent them to! i'm also completely okay with anyone reaching out for any further clarity about this change! i have other muses on my roster that, should there be any interest, i'm more than happy to scoot anyones way in light of this - maria, luda & thomas are the muses i am fully exclusive with lamb for, with certain aspects of my portrayal of nancy as well ♡

for nancy.

speaking of momther - lamb has noted exclusivity for his portrayal of johnny to mine of nancy. i, for my nancy, am considering lamb's johnny as my main and because i'm the only person taking on momther - as far as i know at least - my end is not exclusive to lamb's johnny, but my baseline lore for her, her behavior, etc that i will almost always refer to in a general sense is tied back to lamb's johnny. with other portrayals of johnny? i will adapt nancy to fit better into others' thoughts, personal lores, etc! she will retain her abilities as i've detailed them out on her bio! but i will adjust her more on a case-by-case basis ( and i will differentiate which version of her i'm referring to most likely with portrayal-specific tags whenever i happen to yap about her on the dash, once any plotting with her & other johnnys gets going ). i will note, however, that gun's lore point about her and johnny and the dv mention between them? i am not too comfortable with and that itself will definitely take time for me to touch - i have my own history of physical dv in my childhood and so i will be tip-toeing that plot-point extremely carefully with others ( i may have muses who have dealt with that in their backgrounds however, i know what my limits and comfort is with it - others dont ).

FOR VERSES / AUs.

my main verses across the board on this blog - that all my muses fall under as i interconnect their stories together - are as follows : sunlight, shine, wilted, prequel, retribution / ch.2, modern au, college au, & gilded eternity. these verses, for my portrayals across the board, are all tied back to my muses' dynamics with lamb's johnny. this means i will not write in these verses across the board with other johnny's. instead, for any of my muses ( outside of maria / luda / thomas' exclusivity to lamb ) who i may happen to write against other johnnys, i will make alternate, specific au's for those interactions to fall into. my affiliated au's / my dire au's - which are : oath binded & then cold case, no one saved you / we saved us, choke chained, sunflowers & poppies, etc - are all also both tied to lamb's johnny, and will be the only johnny i will explore long-term captive-type plots with for the muses currently involved directly in those listed dire au's. at this point i'm not opening that up for my other muses with other johnny's until there's been both enough plotting and comfort and trust on my end to tackle the kinds of themes that can come up in those dire au's. but, for of course maria as well as my danny at this time, dire routes are exclusive to lamb's portrayal. from this point out, with the rest of my roster, should i write against other johnnys everything will be noted within its own, separate verses / au's from these main / affiliated / dire au's noted above. otherwise, when i talk about johnny in a "general" sense on my blog? i am specifically referring to lamb's portrayal.

i think? these are the main points i wanted to get across? again if theres any confusion / need for clarification my ims, my inbox, my disc are all open for anyone to shoot them my way and i'll do my best to answer them!

#[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * psa. #i think i hit on the main points but #if i missed anything ill make note of it as well another time. #i hope this makes sense though - im fighting a headache atm #ill queue this up for both the morning and then evening tomorrow <3 #abuse mention /

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TAGS LIST:

[ rel. ] ── * johnny s. / 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳.

[ rel. ] ── * leland m. / 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘳.

[ rel. ] ── * connie t. / 𝘧𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥.

[ rel. ] ── * donnie w. / 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘣𝘪𝘵.

[ ♡ ] ── * maria f.

[ ♡ ] ── * maria f. / 𝘪𝘤.

[ ♡ ] ── * maria f. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.

[ ♡ ] ── * ana f.

[ ♡ ] ── * ana f. / 𝘪𝘤.

[ ♡ ] ── * ana f. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.

[ ♡ ] ── * danny a. o.

[ ♡ ] ── * danny a. o. / 𝘪𝘤.

[ ♡ ] ── * danny a. o. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.

[ ♡ ] ── * birdie.

[ ♡ ] ── * birdie. / 𝘪𝘤.

[ ♡ ] ── * birdie. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.

[ ♡ ] ── * pepper h.

[ ♡ ] ── * pepper h. / 𝘪𝘤.

[ ♡ ] ── * pepper h. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.

[ ♡ ] ── * luda m. h.

[ ♡ ] ── * luda m. h. / 𝘪𝘤.

[ ♡ ] ── * luda m. h. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.

[ ♡ ] ── * thomas b. h.

[ ♡ ] ── * thomas b. h. / 𝘪𝘤.

[ ♡ ] ── * thomas b. h. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.

[ ♡ ] ── * nancy s.

[ ♡ ] ── * nancy s. / 𝘪𝘤.

[ ♡ ] ── * nancy s. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.

[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * pinned.

[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * queue.

[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * shoutout.

[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * sp.

[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * do not reblog / repost.

[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * answered.

[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * the yappening.

[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * dni.

[ 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮. ] ── * saved.

[ ♡ ] ── * study.

[ ♡ ] ── * aes.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * cold case.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * no one saved you.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * choke chained.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * wilted.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * shine.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * sunlight.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * oath binded.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * prequel.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * retribution. / ch. 2.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * in bloom.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * dbd.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * sinyala.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * friday the thirteenth.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * college au.

[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * gilded eternity.

[meatriarch]

maria and her little day / weekend / days-long roadtrips that she takes, going around texas, sometimes even popping over into neighboring states depending on time she has to do so.

how normal it was for to just. pack up her car, say quick see you laters to her mom and ana, to her friends, and then just take off on her own for days at a time. the innocence and gullibility to think that every time you go out there isn't going to be an issue - you're never going to run into some kind of trouble, because you're not that kind of person to get into any. you don't go looking for it, you're kind to those around you even when you don't know them, so what sort of trouble could possibly be thrown at you?

during those trips she more often than not lived and slept out of her car - so she'd find a nice little spot tucked away someplace, park and just camp out for the night wherever she was. be one with nature and everything yknow.

really only dipped into motels and the like if she needed to wash up or she got hurt and needed to rest for a night or something.

( me with my lowkey fear of getting my shit broken into in the middle of the woods while camping is grabbing her by the shoulders and fucking begging her to just stay in motels when she travels for the love of- )

it takes alot of blind trust in the world, in other people, in yourself, to not get mixed up in some bad situation. its always the thought of well it could never happen to me, who would ever think to hurt me? and its why would anyone even dream of hurting someone like her?

how many times, how many trips, how many consecutive days has maria gone out - more than often completely alone, and rather stupidly with nothing packed in terms of defense because she simply does not believe she'd ever need it - into forests alone, into deserts, into the mountains, into hunting territories, any place that holds not just human threats but also simply just, the threats of wild animals or unknown terrain?

and yet she did it constantly, alone, with no means of defense, and with blind faith that anyone she came across would simply never pose a threat to her - because she isn't one to them.

like. these trips were always a means to de-stress for her, to get some air, to have a bit of freedom from the stresses and responsibilities back home, with classes, from family. to be able to go out and take some pretty photos to share with everyone waiting for her to get back home, so they can see all the beautiful scenery she got to experience, see all the wildlife she got to encounter. so she could show them specific photos of things that reminded her of them - because she's always thinking of them, even on these trips that are meant to be her little get-aways.

and then that last roadtrip happens, where she gets taken. and she's forced to realize exactly why people worry when she goes out alone, why people carry guns or hunters' knives with them when they travel. why people like danny are suspicious of new faces in spite not knowing the person - why sometimes its a good thing to have guard up.

#[ ♡ ] ── * maria f. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. #[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * queue. #i can see her constantly being told not to go off alone - esp by danny & ana. but shes gotten so used to it? and not having problems? #shes been traveling alone like that since she learned to drive at about what 15? 16 maybe? give or take. and was just. #lucky to have NOT run into trouble. and it made her oblivious. and too trusting. of herself and of others. blind faith in the goodness of #strangers and it royally came to bite her in the ass. and post-house escape? sticks with her for the rest of her life. lesson learned.

[meatriarch]

im still on my fuckshit but when i think of cc maria ( by extension also nosy maria but specifically noting the isolation aspect of cc );

can you imagine one day skimming the paper. its been a few weeks since all the commotion knowing your friends' had attempted to come find you but then were chased off. never actually heard or saw any of them, but you know they were around.

but you've been moved from the cells to a mattress upstairs. you're given more freedom, more wiggle room, you're allowed to do things - little hobby-type activities - you're given better foods, you're looked after by the older woman at the other house. the man who took you, who terrifies you still to some degree, slowly doesn't feel like such a stranger anymore, you're right to still be cautious around him but as the days, the weeks, pass by, there's simply a different air about him, and in the shack. lighter, in a sense.

you find yourself growing used to the new daily - the new routine. of waking to the sound of him getting ready for the day, of being left alone in there for hours sometimes, others trailing after him like a duckling, around the older womans' property, helping with an array of tasks. and you worry about upsetting her at first, unsure if doing so will earn a knife to the throat. you listen, you do as you're told, you find some kind of way to co-exist - all the while still, in the back of your mind, there's still a ray of hope,

that maybe, maybe, since the rest of them got away - that they're merely licking their wounds, that they'll get word out and even with all the silence since they had been on the property, there's that shred of hope that maybe? someone will waltz in, guns blazing so to speak, and you'll get out of this hell finally.

that is, until that day - that you're skimming through the paper, and you recognize yourself in a little column - and you realize you're staring at your own fucking obituary.

and in that moment everything seems solidified.

you're never getting away.

there's no point in it.

there's no one out there who are still trying to find you, get you back, bring you home, back to your mothers' arms, back to being an older sister, back to the circle of friends you loved so dearly.

you're dead.

not just to the world, but to those you loved - those who claimed to have loved you, too.

what else do you have at that point? where else do you go, even if you still tried to leave? who wouldn't look at you sideways for the blood that's already stained your hands? for the flesh caught between teeth?

who else is there, except the one murmuring encouragement and praise in your ear?

the only constant you've had in all these weeks? whose words rang true - clearly - that no one cared? that they abandoned you? left you there, didn't even care to make sure you were alive or not? only thought of themselves and got the fuck outta there without confirming if you were even still alive.

#[ ♡ ] ── * maria f. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. #[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * queue. #[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * cold case. #[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * no one saved you. #for cc maria its just. theres literally no one else. the only constant has been johnny. hes the one who was there with her when the #broadcasts sounded off her searches being called off. the only one who ensured she ate - was clothed - was looked after when she fell ill. #who she could talk to. who in spite of all her escape attempts & all her attempts at trying to kill him kept her around - taught her how to #do things properly - protected her from others that'd be brought down below shack. honestly. her isolation in cc - only having any sort of #connection being with johnny for *months* before he trusted her enough to let her join him for longer periods - like its. complicated. #SO fucking complicated. youre seen as dead to literally everyone else in existence - *except for him*. he who sees you. who hears you. #who talks to you. looks after you. its hard not to find yourself becoming attached/devoted. to the only person who knows you still exist #like i mentioned for nosy its. theres lee there too now so its. a little different. it doesnt hit right away - the almost blind devotion. #but it still happens - over time - with the both of them. the last two people who for a time at least know you were even still living. #and its by the time ch2 rolls in for either cc/nosy its just. its so confusing to her. why they all bother returning then? #for cc its just. you all buried me in an empty box twenty years ago...you all moved on then. you accepted that. so why are you here now. #why are you re-opening wounds that shouldve been long buried - with that empty casket. why suddenly care now? #in nosy she suppresses it w. her bitterness but cc i feel it comes out more like... grief & hurt. all over again. because if you came back #20 yrs after the fact? then why DIDNT you return back then? why *now* and not then? at any point in the last two decades?

[meatriarch]

thinking about maria & ana's thoughts on ramon flores ( their father ) + the broadcasts, him finally showing face around again only when one of his daughters' have literally gone missing.

how pre-house, maria was always open to the idea of him returning to their lives, in some manner. for visits, to keep that promise - literally anything, pre-house she would have been so much more forgiving, in spite of the hurt he caused, in spite of how many times she had kept up hope to a younger ana and herself that he was going to keep that promise, that he was going to call, that he would show up to their birthdays, to holidays. and even when she had to bite down on lip to stop herself from crying every single time he never showed, never called, she had still turned to ana with a smile and tried to paint him in positive light.

ana, on the other end, saw through the smiles, saw through the optimism, and she hated how hurt maria was. and she hated how hurt their mama was. she remembers hearing them both, on opposite ends of the house, crying in their rooms. she remembers watching maria sit on the couch beside the landline, eagerly waiting time and time again for a call they all knew wasn't going to come through. how every time it didnt, maria would look to her, smiling, and make up reason for him forgetting they existed. and ana knows she always meant well, and she doesnt blame her for it - but it upsets her, still, how hopeful maria was that he'd ever keep that promise.

after maria goes missing, gets taken, ana is frankly stunned when ramon appears on their doorstep. and she's angry. she realizes their mom is the one who made sure he found out what was going on, that she insisted on him coming to try and help. ana does not trust him, and she lets him know so in no uncertain terms how unwanted he is to be there - but frankly, they need the extra eyes and ears and hands to look for her sister, and that's all he better be there to do.

its very tense with them under the same roof again, and when ana and carmen ( mama flores ) are asked by the sheriffs to put out statements to be broadcast out, ana's frustration only grows when she realizes that ramon has been asked to do the same; angered at him talking about "his daughter", as if he had any right to claim to be a father to them anymore, to claim he misses her, that he wants her home safely. she bites back vitriol then - but she lets him know, later that night before taking off to his motel to sleep, that he lost that privilege long ago, when he walked out on them.

in maria's case, down in her cell below johnny's shack, being made to listen to the search broadcasts daily - nightly routine, almost ritualistic - its so strange, so unnerving, listening to people speak of you in terms of your fate being unknown;

is she alive? is she dead? did she just skip town? what truly happened to maria flores?

to then one night, after hearing unfamiliar voices speak her name, speculate on her whereabouts, go on and on and on about how theres been no leads, no clear evidence, no signs of struggle or foul play - phrases that earn the damned radio a tearful glare from her;

( they've no idea what happened that evening she was taken- )

to then hear three. distinct, etched into memory.

of her mother, who could barely speak without choking on words, on sobs. begging, pleading, for her little girl to be brought home safe, alive, to please let her go, let her come back to us, before devolving past the static into a sobbing mess.

of ana, whose voice trembled - both in anger, and in effort to not cry as well - who demanded people to come forward with anything, that surely someone must have seen something, heard something, know something. that her sister doesnt deserve whatever has happened, that she was good and kind and sweet, and to whoever may have her, to let her come home, safe and alive.

she bites tongue not to call them A COWARD for going after her sister.

and then, theres the third. unexpected. stirs a cold bitterness in maria, huddled close to wall on the ground of the cell. when ramon's voice comes through the static, theres an anger that bubbles in her, exasperation, hurt.

it took me GOING MISSING for you to show up again?

his voice muddies between the static, between the sound of carved wood, and vision blurs with tears, biting hard down on lip, on inside of cheeks, as his voice drones on, and on, and on . . .

until she cant stand the sound. until she lets out a sob. until she begs the man, watching silently beside the radio, to just turn the fucking thing off-

#[ ♡ ] ── * the flores family. / 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. #[ ♡ ] ── * maria f. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. #[ ♡ ] ── * ana f. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. #we are a Hate Ramon household here. its the audacity. ana was SO angry. and maria was SO HURT that it took *this* to happen #for him to make any attempt to show he “cared” in any capacity. #[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * queue.

[meatriarch]

but honestly its. really difficult to imagine the place maria and lee are in nosy. like. he's the first person maria's seen, outside of johnny, outside the occasional glimpse of one of the family from a safe distance, the only person outside of any other victims' he's brought down since.

leland's the first she recognizes, knows. and its a connection she desperately clings to. why she pleads with him to not keep fighting, getting himself beat to shit and back nearly on the daily. she just got someone back whose even remotely familiar, that she feels safe with even in spite of the treatment he endures.

so when they finally get a chance to talk to one another, about what happened after she was taken up to him being brought down? yes, she knows her friends looked all over for her. yes, she knows from lee's account how much hell they had gone through. yes, she knows that ana brought them all together to look. yes, she knows they got ambushed at their makeshift campsite... she knows they tried. she knows they fought and nearly died over the span of hours they had been there. she knows that lee protected and made sure ana and the others' got out safely despite it meaning he stayed behind.

but.

she also knows that, from her point of view? they merely accepted that they must both be dead. did they even try to get help? what did they possibly conjure up to tell his family? or was it the same as when she listened to her broadcasts, and he was simply painted as some runaway like she was and, well, onto the next headline!

as far as she knows? they were abandoned there. and lee was a sacrifice for them to use to get away.

and that bothers her still.

#[ ♡ ] ── * maria f. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. #[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * queue. #[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * cold case. #[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * no one saved you. #like yes in cc? maria manages on her own but. lee being there with her? its. its a different kind of bond she feels with him. #because hes all she has besides johnny. and the idea of the friends coming back in ch2 to kill the family - that theyre now part of? #which then includes lee as a target potentially? if they really intend on going thru w things then idk man marias (nosy) gonna toy w them-

[meatriarch]

the thing about maria in her dire au's is at the beginning, at the start of her being taken in those initial weeks, its all the attempts she made - completely in vain, completely orchestrated and carefully planned / observed by johnny the entire time - take such an exhausting and debilitating toll on her.

its a constant beatdown mentally and emotionally that no matter what she uses, no matter what turns she makes, no matter how thoroughly or well thought-out she tries to plan, no matter what routes, what mindgames, what anything it seems that she tries?

she's always followed. always in view. always in vain. always failing.

by the time lee's brought down in nosy its just...

she's already so jaded, so bitter, so tired, but he isn't yet and so he's so determined, so hopeful still - like she was, all those weeks before - and she doesn't want to trample on it, and that small flickering hope still in her is thinking okay if its both of us, if its both our heads trying to work things out, both sets of hands and feet to get what we need, get to where we have to go, then yes, we can do this, we can make it-

but its still the same end. time. and time. and time, again.

over. and over. and over.

she's already been through so many attempts to get out. and then the next full batch of lee racking his brain trying to think of other ways, other methods, other routes to chance from how she did it the first time(s) and its still not enough.

it just breaks her.

she doesnt understand why they keep failing. how johnny's always steps ahead. she wishes she was strong like danny or lee or donnie, resourceful like connie or danny. brave like her little sister and julie, smart like sonny - but she isn't. not in her eyes. she feels so useless and inadequate and lost at it all. she hates that he's stuck down there with her, when he should've also been out, free, with the rest of them.

#[ ♡ ] ── * maria f. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. #and its later on in her dire aus she starts picking up on both lee & johnny's strengths a little more; mimics them to a degree. #asks for them to teach her how to both defend and attack better; more coherently. more carefully. more ruthlessly. #but its also like.... how Horrifying is it? later in cc/nosy/dusk? where other victims are trying to escape and its just like.... maria and #lee going after them? they already KNOW all these possible escape routes; so many possible strats. they know it all SO WELL #because they fucking LIVED through them - time and time again. #[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * no one saved you. #[ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. ] ── * cold case. #[ 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦. ] ── * queue.

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