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twola · 1 year

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Yo yo yo! I have a request. Do Arthur x f!reader where he's teaching her to fish because Hosea/Dutch has found out shes weirdly squirmy about fish but she's being a reluctant brat about things and Arthur loses his temper 'GODDAMMIT wOmAn!' Style. Make its as unhinged smutty as you please (so a LOT 😏) Thank you! 😘😘😘

Ooh. Well now - I do not like fish that much, so this isn’t a stretch for me 😂 This was super fun!! I hope you enjoy.

Gone Fishin'

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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As Arthur reaches the end of his convalescence after his run-in with Colm O’Driscoll, Hosea has a task for him - teach one of the girls how to fish. The task, he finds out, is a little harder than he imagined. Also, he’s a little harder than he imagined.

Lemoyne was warm. Warm and humid, buggy, and miserable. Arthur’s work shirt stuck to his skin, even after shedding his full union suit underneath his clothes, he’s still too damn hot.

He’s hot and bored.

The pain in his shoulder is just a niggle at this point, but Grimshaw refused to let him go work again, even though the wound has closed up, scabbed over, and is scarred with new pink skin.

Three more days, Grimshaw pointed at him, and with that tone that he knew he would catch hell from her if he disobeyed.

But he’s past languishing under the shade of his tent. Idleness may suit a drunk like Uncle - but not a man like him. He is a man of action.

He needs to do something. Or he is going to go crazy.

“Oh, come on, dear. It’s relaxing.”

“Hosea, I don’t do fish. I don’t like eatin’ them, and I sure as hell wouldn’t like catching them.” You huff, standing at the end of the dock.

Hosea sits next to you, a fishing pole in his hand as his feet dangle over the side of the dock. You fiddle with your skirts as you gaze out at the lake, the water glinting in the afternoon sun.

“It’s an art, dear girl.”

You scowl down at him, “Fish are disgusting.”

He laughs, “Oh, you. We’re on a lake, you’re gonna have to get used to fish real soon, missy.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. It’s hot, and you wear just a simple white chemise top tucked into your cotton skirt, baring your arms and decolletage to the sun, a welcome opportunity after almost freezing to death in the Grizzlies.

Hosea looks back toward the camp, where he sees Arthur mulling about. An idea strikes him, genius, as his ideas often are. He stands up, and waves over to the recovering gunslinger, “Arthur, c’mere! Got somethin’ for you to do!”

“No- Hosea,” you whisper harshly, clenching your fists in your skirts, “What are you doing?”

Arthur approaches the end of the dock, running his hand through his long beard, not having shaved in weeks at this point. “Hosea,” He grunts, then looks to you, “Miss.”

“Dear, you need to learn the fine art of fishing. And Arthur over here? He needs somethin’ to do other than sit around pissin’ off Grimshaw.” Hosea waves his free hand toward the camp,

Hosea claps Arthur’s back with his free hand, then turning and tugging you toward the gunslinger on the dock.

“Now you kids take the boat and get on out there, it’ll do both of you some good.”

“Wait wait, wasn’t it you and Dutch makin’ fun of me for the trout incident? I shouldn’t be teaching anyone how to fish.” Arthur shakes his head.

“Nonsense, boy. You caught plenty last time we went out. Besides, it’ll get you out of camp.”

“Fine.” Arthur groans, grabbing the fishing rod from the older man’s outstretched hand.

“Hosea-” You whine, but your benefactor nods his head, cutting you off.

“Go on.”

You roll your eyes, following Arthur as he steps into the rowboat moored at the dock, taking his outstretched hand, and helping you step into the small boat.

“You kids have fun now.” Hosea waves, a smile on his face.

Arthur grunts, picking up the oars and pushing off from the dock. You sit in the bow of the rowboat, scowling, as Arthur rows away from the camp, scanning the horizon. A hushed quiet falls as he guides the boat southbound, the camp becoming smaller and smaller as he rows deeper out into the lake.

“Why do you want to learn how to fish?”

“I don’t.” You huff, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Then why the hell are we out here?” Arthur stops rowing, a scowl also settling in on his face.

“Cause you can’t say no to Hosea.”

“Looks like neither can you.”

An awkward silence settles in between you.

“Well, we’re out here now. Might as well make the best of it.” Arthur says, pulling the oars into the hull of the boat and picking up the fishing rod. He holds it out to you.

You let out an exasperated sigh, refusing to uncross your arms.

Arthur grumbles, adjusting the hat on his head, before drawing the rod back and pulling a feathered lure from his pocket, placing it on the hook. He casts the line further out into the lake.

“Didn’t really plan on fishin’ today, otherwise I’d have some live bait - worms or crickets or whatnot.” He turns back to you, tugging on the rod slightly, glancing back as the lure bobs in the water.

You glower, scrunching your nose at the mention of live bait.

“I hate fish.” You grit out.

“Oh, hush.” Arthur chides. The line pulls, and he feels something bite.

“Here ya go!” He pulls back the line, the fish hanging in the air. With a grin, he swings the pole in your direction, the bluegill flopping on the line, getting closer to your head.

You scream, standing up in the boat and batting the fish away from your face, causing Arthur to jerk to the side, dropping the fishing pole in surprise. The boat violently bobs side to side with your movement.

“Goddamnit, woman!” Arthur yells, nearly falling over the side of the boat as he tries to catch the pole that you batted away from him.

“I told you I don’t like fish!” You screech, sitting back down slowly as the boat bucks.

“That’s it, Christ; you’re such a goddamn brat!” Arthur throws the pole within the hull of the boat and grabs the oars, thrusting them into the water forcefully. He heaves the oars, forcing the boat forward as he angrily pulls and pushes back toward the shore, breathing heavily as he propels the boat through the water.

“Arthur - wait-”

“Waste of my goddamn time,” He continues, fuming. It actually feels good to work his muscles like this.

“Arthur!”

By then, it’s too late. The boat hits a sandbar and beaches itself, and the speed at which Arthur was rowing causes the boat to lurch violently, sending you flying forward into his body, and you both tumble to the hull of the boat, a jumble of limbs and your skirts.

Arthur pushes you up, and you nearly fall backward with the force of his shove.

He swears as you get your footing, sitting up and looking for the oars as he pulls himself back up to his seat.

The oars are nowhere to be found. He probably dropped them when he beached the damn boat. Actually, as he squints, he sees one floating away from the sandbar, back toward the middle of the lake.

“Shit.” He curses.

“You idiot.” You sneer at him, lifting your boot to find it wet with lakewater, a hole having sprung in the bottom of the hull, the wood splintered as water rushes in. You hike up your skirts as the level of water rises within the boat.

Arthur jumps out of the boat, grumbling, looking this way and that as you climb out as well. The sandbar the boat is beached upon is on one of the small islands off the shore of the lake, a good fifty feet to the mainland. He curses to himself as he looks back into the boat, the hull filling with water.

“Now what?” You ask critically as you let your skirts down, following him as he stalks along the island’s shore.

He doesn’t answer, looking around at the sandy ground beneath his boots.

“Watch out for the snake.” He points at the ground next to you, and your eyes dart downward as a brown water moccasin slithers by.

You scream, jumping toward him in fear away from the snake as it glides away into the water, and in a jumble of limbs, you’re somehow climbing the man as he stumbles backward.

“Get me out of here!”

Arthur tries to have some sort of propriety as he tries to regain his balance, but it’s hard when the only hold on you he can get is to loop his hands under the backs of your thighs. You’re clutching at his shoulders, trying to get yourself off of the ground, and end up finding purchase on him by wrapping your legs around his hips, your skirts askew as you pant in terror.

“Fuckin’ stop-” Arthur grunts, stumbling backwards, finally losing his battle with gravity as you and he tumble into a sand dune. His hat flies off, rolling on its rim in a circle, finally settling a few feet away.

Of course, of course, it couldn’t suit him to land in any kind of proper or decent way. No, no, he had to land completely on top of you, slotted between your hips, your skirts creeping up while his traitorous, immature, villainous cock swells at the pressure of his weight against your clothed cunt.

The air has been knocked out of your lungs, but beneath him, you gasp as he tries to move. Your knees frame him, skirts fallen to your hips to show your skin. Your arms are still thrown around his shoulders as he tries to push himself up, his hands slipping in the sand, causing him to crumble down on you, his hips fully pressing down on yours.

Shit. Shit.

He’s trying to think of anything - rotten meat, Uncle’s laundry - anything to stave off the growing erection tenting within his pants. But alas, he is a slave to his own biology, as his cock stiffens and his blood rushes into his groin.

You stare up at him. His eyes dart away in embarrassment, a blush deepening on his cheeks.

Then, you do something that throws him even further into this pit of arousal he finds himself in.

You slowly roll your hips against him and he cannot help but to let out a low moan in response and press his swollen cock against you harder.

Christ, your hair has fallen from its bun, spread out on the sandy soil of this island like some sort of halo.

Two minutes ago he wanted to throttle you. Now, underneath him, he wants to make you gasp and cry and oh, to say his name in a high whine-

“Fuck-” he curses, but before he can go any further, your hands move from his shoulders to the back of his neck, and you pull downward gently - not enough to move him, but enough to give him permission.

He waits for a moment, searching your wide eyes, your open, wet lips, and in that moment, he throws caution to the wind and leans down to slot his lips against yours. You continue to roll your hips against him, crossing your ankles over his back in a surefire sign of what you wanted, whining into his mouth.

And fuck, if he wasn’t going to give it to you.

As he leans back on his knees, sliding his arms from around your waist, he paws his suspenders down and starts unbuttoning his pants, desperate to free his swollen cock. He grunts with a hint of satisfaction as he pulls his length from his pants, closing his eyes as he strokes himself several times. He faintly recognizes your squirming beneath him, and when he’s opened his eyes again, hand still on his cock, he’s struck by what he sees. You’ve shimmied down your bloomers, skirts flipped up and over your hips, pooling across your waist.

Your folds glisten with moisture, and his hips jut forward near uncontrollably, his cock seeking out your warmth, his body yearning to bury itself within your hips.

“Y- you sure-?” One last chance - one more opportunity to back away from the precipice - to realize that you are both being ridiculous - one second ready to kill each other, the next…

“Arthur please.”

Well, there goes his reservations.

One of his large hands spreads out over your hip, the other around the base of his cock, and he presses the swollen, dripping head of his cock against your folds, trailing downwards as he parts them to your opening, groaning in pleasure as he slips in half an inch.

His hand leaves his cock as he leans back over you, arm landing next to your shoulder, as he gently presses his hips forward, sliding in as you shut your eyes in overstimulation. By the time his hips press against your own and he’s sheathed in you to the hilt, your eyes flutter open as you let out a breath you were holding. Arthur’s other arm comes up to bracket you in, his mouth hanging open as a strand of his honeyed-brown hair falls forward between his eyes.

He lowers himself down to his elbows to press himself completely against you, seeking out your lips again as he bucks his hips forward, causing you to mewl into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head, fingers threading into his long hair, grasping it tightly as he settles into a rhythm of rolling his hips back and forth.

You pull on his hair and he groans, thrusting hard into you in response. Seems like you aren’t over your surly mood. He finds a hard and punishing rhythm, again feeling good to work his muscles after his convalescence. It had been much longer than that since he’s worked these particular muscles.

“A-Arthur-” You moan loudly as he continually strokes that spot within you. He grunts in response, pulling his cock nearly out of your cunt before slamming his hips back into you.

You shriek in pleasure, and for a moment he’s thankful he’s marooned the two of you on this island yards away from the shore of the lake.

“Y’gonna come for me?” He harshly whispers into your ear, “Y’gonna come on my cock?”

That does it.

You cry out, back arching against him, head thrown back into the grassy dune, a high keening sound that makes him moan helplessly in response, gyrating his hips as your cunt clenches hard around his length, warm and wet and perfect.

“Fuck - fuck - woman…” He groans, rutting forward as you come down from your high, his cock pulsing and covered in your warm slick, and he is forced to pull himself from you, gliding out as he sits back on his knees and starts to pump himself.

You look up and god, is he a sight. His hips buck forward as he strokes his length, his mouth hanging open and muscles of his abdomen clenching under his shirt tails. A low moan escapes him as his other hand flies to cover the head of his cock, and he comes with his eyes screwed shut, looming over you.

He pants, for several moments, before opening his eyes. You sit up, needing, needing more, and you loop your hands around his neck again and pull his lips to yours, pressing your tongue into his mouth. He grunts in surprise, but leans into the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours.

You pull back, a smile creeping across your face, and as he opens his eyes, he cannot help the same.

“Is that how your lessons always end?” You laugh as he tucks himself away with his clean hand, leaning to the side to wipe his other hand in the grass as a half a smile creeps across his face.

“Only when the student is difficult.” He rumbles, tucking his shirt back into his pants as you start to pull your skirts down over your thighs.

“Mm.. I do remember you offering to teach me to shoot before Blackwater.”

Arthur arches an eyebrow as he rebuttons his pants and slides his suspenders back up. “Y’gonna be a brat about it?”

“Of course.”

He smirks, reaching for his hat on his knees. You push yourself up to stand, shaking your skirt free of sand and grass as you look for where you tossed your bloomers in your fit of passion.

“Arthur.”

“Mhm?” He replies, running his hand through his long hair before placing his hat back on his head.

“How are we going to get back to shore?”

Hosea smokes a cigarette sitting by the scout fire, the sun having gone down some time ago.

He’s starting to feel a niggle of concern that the two of you aren’t back. The both of you can certainly take care of yourselves.

You’re stalking back toward your tent, your clothes soaking wet, hair plastered down your neck. You refuse to give Hosea even a passing glance as you head back to the women’s tent.

Hosea arches an eyebrow as Arthur walks closer, also fuming. Also soaking wet. The gunslinger looks at Hosea briefly before carrying on.

“Lesson didn’t go as planned.”

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solradguy · 9 months

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Guilty Gear hugs tier list. These listings can be debated if you want, but I'm going to post this, sign out, and go for a walk before it rains.

Reasoning:

BEST ==

Dizzy: Come on, look at her. Hugs like a best friend you haven't seen in years.

Elphelt: Might be kinda awkward if there's a snowball's chance in hell she thinks she could marry you but otherwise it's a damn good hug.

Jack-O': I'm biased. Hugs like it's the last time she'll ever see you.

Goldlewis: Like being hugged by a grizzly bear. Pats your back. 10/10

Sin: Kid puts his whole heart into everything he does. No way he hugs bad.

Axl: Good at hugging because it really just might be the last time he ever sees you.

Sol: He won't hug you. However, consider: warm, big arms, big chest. If Sol hugs you then the Earth is about to explode and he doesn't want to go out feeling alone.

GREAT ==

May: She's kinda bubbly (pun) and bubbly girls hug good.

Ky: Has rehearsed hugging. Knows the precise amount of time to hug for and how hard to hug but it still feels genuine.

Bridget: Don't have an explanation for this, just think she'd be good at hugs.

Izuna: Hugs like the cool uncle that let you take a sip of his bourbon when you were a teen. Pats your back.

Kliff: Dad hugs. Almost crushes your ribs but there's love in it.

Potemkin: Man's heart's full of love. He's careful not to kill you.

Chipp: Don't think Chipp hugs very frequently because he's a president and he's got an image to maintain, but I think he'd hug like everyone was his friend even if he just met them.

GOOD ==

Jam: Maybe a little too friendly for a hug with a stranger, like she hugs for just a bit too long and it starts getting kinda weird. She didn't mean anything weird by it though.

Zappa: It all depends on how involved S'Ko gets. There might be insects. Decent despite all that.

Slayer: I just don't think he'd hug anyone better than he hugs Sharon. A formal hug.

Leo: Tries too hard to hug well and doesn't quite make it.

Nagoriyuki: Could be killer at hugging if he had more opportunities to. A little out of practice from how long he was sealed in that thing.

Answer: Extremely formal and quick. He's got things to do.

Testament: Out of practice like with Nago. They're getting better though and at least whatever they put in their hair smells nice.

OKAY ==

Anji: If he hugs you, he's probably hitting on you. Depends entirely on how you'd feel about that. If he hugs you and he doesn't like you, I think it'd be a just barely acceptable hug.

Johnny: Saves his best hugs for hot women and his adopted daughters. It's a little awkward, like he doesn't really want to be hugging someone.

Faust: The image here is Strive Faust and I think Strive Faust would hug not great because he's really going through it in Strive and he just needs a moment. Xrd Faust would be up in GOOD or GREAT tier though.

Paradigm: Either you gotta squat down awkwardly to hug him or he's gotta climb up onto a table. Hugs in a professional manner, but the logistics of it make it difficult.

Bedman: Is asleep. Is strapped to a giant bed.

Ram: She's still learning. It's a cold hug because she's not sure how you're supposed to do it yet.

Giovanna: Doesn't want to hug and would rather be doing anything else.

Asuka: He was alright at hugging in 2015 but now it's 2187 and he's forgotten. The experience is uncomfortable for both parties.

Venom: Unless you're Zato, it's a quick and distant hug.

Raven: Would probably hug decently if he was in a serious mood, but odds are he's gonna make it bad weird.

BAD!! ==

Millia: She's had a rough life and also does not want to hug. A hug that makes you fear for your life and be grateful when the hug's over.

Justice: She's dead. Before that she wanted to destroy humanity. You can hug Justice but only once, and you better be fast.

Baiken: You might get stabbed. I can't imagine a scenario where she'd willingly hug anyone that wasn't Delilah.

I-No: Will just straight up kill you. Has never had a reason to hug someone before and might make it horny-weird if she's in a good mood and doesn't kill you first.

Robo-Ky: Assuming Crow programmed him to hug like Flesh Ky, it would still be like hugging a pile of sharp metal. If you're a woman he's going to say something uncomfortable.

Baldhead: Man's really going through it!! Going through it like no man's gone before!! Odds are looking like you'll get murdered.

ABA: Doesn't know what a hug is. Smells like rotting blood and flesh.

Order Sol: Sol at possibly his lowest point. Reeks like hair grease, body odor, and rotting blood. 48% chance you'll get Savage Fang'd, 48% chance you'll get Tyrant Rave'd, 4% chance he rips your heart out with his bare hand.

Valentine: She just stands there and doesn't hug back. Asks questions about hugs, hugging techniques, the meaning of hugs, the history of hugs, and what purpose they serve for as long as you're willing to bullshit answers.

Haehyun: The little human inside the robot is alright at hugging, but the robot itself will probably crush your bones.

Happy Chaos: He's going to do something really friggin weird for shits n giggles and you're going to regret it.

Zato: He's just shit at hugging. Dude died and came back wrong.

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mellaithwen · 1 year

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Coloring outside the lines || spoilers for 6x08 What's your fantasy buck/eddie, maddie/chimney (1k + jee's art) fluffiest of the fluff + a love confession because why the hell not?

The One-Eighteen (2022) by Jee-Yun Buckley-Han. Slice of life drawing by the artist and her uncle (Evan Buckley) featuring Los Angeles first-responders. Medium: Crayon

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When Chimney brings his daughter down from the loft where she’s been napping quite happily, Jee-Yun has her hands curled into little fists as she rubs at her tired eyes. Still not quite awake, she’s curled into her father’s embrace, having clearly missed him for the day, but she seems far less grizzly than she had been prior to said naptime so it clearly did her some good.

“There’s my girl!” Maddie says with no shortage of happiness, that her daughter returns at the sound of her mother’s voice. She gives her a sleepy smile as Maddie plants a kiss on top of her head, gently tickling her tummy while Buck starts collecting stray pieces of half-chewed mango and scattered cheerios from off of the breakfast bar.

“Did you miss us?” Chimney asks Jee while he and Maddie fawn over her for a moment. “‘Cause we sure missed you!” He goes on to say, before noticing the drawing of a half-finished fire-engine on the table in front of him. “Wow! Is this what you did with Uncle Buck today?”

Buck pointedly doesn’t mention the toilet paper incident, or the mini-meltdown a few hours ago, choosing instead to grin as he looks between his adorable niece and her rainbow-scribbles on the page that he’d been coloring alongside just before Maddie and Chim’s arrival.

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 10 months

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Spider & déjà blue road trip headcannons

I already said I’m on a road trip so here you go 👀 might be heavily OOC bc I’m tired

When Spider found out that he’s getting dragged on a road trip with his bio dad, uncles and aunt, he was not excited. First of all, because they’re likely a bunch of uncool, overly strict marines and second because they’re grown ups 🙄 but custody is custody, so he has no choice.

Mansk had a van, so they use it to travel during this trip.

The kid had no idea what he was getting into, but neither did the déjà blu.

Quaritch

Goes full mother hem mode, prepares for any contingency. Has two first-aid kits, all sorts of camping equipment and even some hidden firearms (Spider doesn’t know about the latter and it’s best it stays that way)

Packed lunches and snacks for Spider!.

Drives the car and talks about sports, fishing and hunting with Lye who’s one seat behind. He later moves to sit next to him when blondie becomes way too hyperactive for him to handle.

Spider will be back though, because Eywa knows this man is ancient and needs help working through Google maps so the squad actually gets somewhere this weekend.

Yells at passengers in the backseats when they get too loud.

Shares an earbud with Spider at one point, to drown out the snores and listens to indie with him ☺️ doesn’t want to admit it, but thinks his son’s playlist is low-key a bomb. They sing the lyrics quietly while the others sleep.

(Pssst, the song they’re vibing to:

Spider

Is restless. He needs movement and sitting in a car is the exact opposite of that. Needless to say, keeping him occupied is quite difficult.

First several hours, he’s content to listen to music while looking out the window, drawing in his sketchbook or watching YouTube, but he’s itching to do something and the backseat seems much more fun, with loudly Z-dog and Lopez are talking.

Getting teased and firing back at them busies him some more, but he has to eventually come back to the front seat to argue with Miles about what roads to take and how to work the gps on his phone.

“See??? It’s saying that the road is closed!”

“Where the hell is it written!?”

“THERE! There’s an icon of some guy digging, that means road work ahead!”

“Well I sure damn how it does!”

“OH MY— DAD I SWEAR TO EYWA—”

Buys silly keychains and charms on every stop to add to an ever growing collection on his locker key, that he can then use to jingle as to further annoy the adults or get their attention.

Lyle

Provides Miles witch a company while he’s stuck trying to entertain Spider.

Proceeds to bore Spider to sleep by talking about fishing.

Takes over driving when Quaritch is too tired and has an hour long back and forth with the kid, exchanging sarcasm and making him cringe with his puns (yes, he’s the dad pun uncle, you can’t change my mind)

Pays for Spider’s keychains.

Zdog

Shares her row in the van with Lopez because they’re both high energy menaces.

Stole some of Spider’s snacks.

“Hey, hey, Spidey”

“Ugh what?”

“Ok so who do you think would win, a silverback gorilla OR a grizzly bear??”

She’s on the side of the bear, and Spider bands with her, arguing with Lopez for hours about which of the animals would kick the other’s ass.

Braids Spider’s hair when she gets bored and the kid ends up rocking Viking braids for the rest of their trip.

Lopez

Is on the side of the gorilla and borderline disowned the two he shares his seat with after hours of arguing and trying to prove to them that the monke is superior because it has a bigger brain and hands ☝️

“What the fuck is the monkey going to do to a grizzly???”

“It can use tools! Make itself a badass battle axe, like in Godzilla vs king-Kong!!”

Takes Spider’s snacks from Zdog and munches her stolen goods right in front of her.

Mansk

Mansk provided the transport, so he’s content to rest in the back of the car with Ja, who, together with him is the calmest out of the squad.

Mostly just stares out the window, listens to music or sleeps.

However, will absolutely grill whatever fish Lyle catches during the trip. He hasn’t brought grilling equipment for nothing!

Offered to sit in the middle row so he could dampen the chaos of Lopez, Z and Spidey but they declined. He’ll have to get better earplugs next time.

Ja/Alexander

The second mother hen of the group. Asked everyone a billion times if they packed everything they needed, and brought a med-kit of his own.

Is the one to disinfect Spider’s knees when he scrapes them while climbing rocks near the parking lot. He’s not a big talker, but has a softer vibe than Mansk.

Pampers Spider just a bit. Gives him his snacks when Z-dog steals them, offers him water and so on. The more subtle details that Quaritch or Spider himself may miss.

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rogueddie · 3 months

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Prosecuters are certain Creel is to blame, but he claims otherwise.

Victor Creel: killer or tragic victim of a vengeful spirit?

'I thought I was dying… so I was flooded with relief… but there was a sense of terrible grief, too.'

By ADDIE SABCOCK

Triple homocide? Or demonic ritual?! Prosecutors successfully argued that Victor Creel, age 40, is a cold-blooded killer, responsible for the brutal slaying of his beautiful wife, Virginia, age 36, and their two innocent children, Alice, age 15, and little Henry, age 12. But even now from behind bars at Pennhurst Mental Hospital, Victor insists that he is innocent. He maintains that a vengeful demon terrorized his family, reaching a bloody climax on that tragic night in March.

Whomever you believe, the strange case of the Creel family has put the heretofore sleepy town of Hawkins, Indiana on the map. "It is safe to say that the entire region will never be the same again." District Attorney Philip Bradley said of ordeal.

Now, our sources inside the mental hospital where Creel is serving out his life sentence have gotten the exclusive scoop from Creel himself, including grizzly details never before reported, and Creel's theory as to why his life was so conveniently spared. Are these the ravings of a murderous madman? Or is there something to the supernatural yarn creel has spun?

The Creel Family had only recently moved into their home in Hawkins, having relocated from South Bend. Court documents revealed that Victor's childless uncle had recently passed away, leaving Victor a modest inheritance with which he eventually purchased the two story murder house.

Creel claims that as soon as the family had settled in to their new residence, they began to experience a series of disturbances that can only be explained as paranormal. Night after night, a horrible stench would presage the discofery of a deal animal on the property. One evening, the daughter Alice found a rotting possum in her duvet cover, with no idea how it could have gotten there. Another such spine-tingling event occured when the bathtub behan to spout not water but insects. Their healthy lawn turned black overnight

The family's former gardener (who wished to remain anonymous) who was a witness at the Creel trial, testified that Victor was certain the house was haunted by a malevolent spirit. "He kept going on and on about this evil spirit. I didn't know what to believe," he told the court.

"I said I thought probably some teenagers set the grass on fire, but he wouldn't listen to me." Creel's gardener tells our source that the family had had enough. He believed that these horrifying occurences would not stop unless he took matters into his own hands. As he told us, "I had to protect my family."

At this point he tells us Creel sought out a priest to perform an exorcism. This cannot be confirmed and the identity of the alleged priest is still in question. This publication inquires with local houses of worship have been unconclusive.

But the exorcism failed, says Creels former gardenman. He claims the so called "vengeful demon" was too powerful, resisting the priest's demands to depart from the family home. He insists that it was this very attempt to intervene which enraged the spirit.

The once happy Creel family standing in front of their recently purchased home in Hawkins, Ind. A small inheritance helped Creel buy the home. Crime scene photos from inside the Creel home obtained EXCLUSIVELY by THE WEEKLY WATCHER reveal a complete blood bath… Police describe a grizzly crime scene- pictured in the EXCLUSIVE photo obtained by TWW- with limbs torn askwe and apart in an impossible fashion. Hawkins Police Officer Mike Palmer said,* "We're not quite sure how Creel was able to pull this off- it's most likely the work of a madman. I don't know how any human man could be capable of anything as horrifying as this.."

Murder House now stands empty:

EXCLUSIVELY from TWW: The Creel house in Hawins, Ind., stands empty after a mild-mannered and God-fearing husband and father claims to have been possessed by a demonic spirit which KILLED his entire family and left him patially blind. Neighbors of the family in this quiet Midwestern community are stunned that a seemingly normal man could be capable of such atrocities. But was this nightmare the handiwork of a mere mortal?! Or could it be the demonic doings of some evil from beyond- something worse than we humans could even begin to imagine? Sources close to Creel reveal all in this SHOCKING AND EXPLOSIVE story you MUST READ!

"He thought that he fought back and it was punishing him. That's why it killed his family, disfigured them, pulled out their eyes."

Victor himself was completely unharmed in the bloodbath, he responded "He seemed to think it was enraged by what he tried to do. He tried to destroy it, so it destroyed the things he loved most in the world. Now he has to live with the loss."

The night before Creel's sentencing, he was found by guards at the Roane County lockup attempting to cut out his own eyes with a stolen cafeteria fork. He said he acted out of guilt and sadness. The guards were able to restrain him, but he is now partially blind.

Creel's graphic telling of the events of the night of the murders included some other fantastic details that have caused out editorial staff to scratch their heads. He says that he witnessed the demon lift his family off the ground and suspend them in midair. Even more unbelievable still, he told our source that he had what could be referred to as an out-of-body experience.

"One minute I was there, and the next," Creel said, "I was transported to another time and place. And when I came to, they were all dead." Pressed on the exact where and when of his unbelievable transportation, he replied, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Creel claims that as soon as the family had settled in to their new residence, they bagan to experience a series of disturbances that can only be explained as paranormal.

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Meanwhile, the Creel murder house sits empty in Hawkins. A site of unspeakable horrors. No amount of fresh paint or lustrous linoleum can undo the terrible deeds that were undone at the address. But if convicted murderer and mental patient Victor Creel is to be believed, the house still has one resident that isn't going anywhere. "It was there long before we moved in, and it'll still be lurking there for a long time. Believe you me." Are these the ravings of a murderous madman? Or is there something to the supernatural yarn Creel has spun?

[ repeated paragraphs from the first page cont. ]

The Victims of a Demonic Ritual? Virginia, 36. Alice, 15. Henry, 12.

#stranger things #quote canon unquote

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Marriage, for the greiving

[TW: mention of child death]

Spring, 1909

Time brings a slowness. He hadn't realized before, not when he was too busy taking it all for granted. Watching it pass by too swiftly to understand, watching his son get taller and lose whatever spark of innocence he had left. John has a habit of ruining things like that. Innocent things, anything pretty and gentle growing on this ranch of dust and rocks. He handles them with ignorant roughness, a grizzly incapable of cradling the body of a sparrow in paws made for violence. When the baby comes, he holds her like she is glass. She cries when he holds her, no matter how many times Abigail guides his arms to the proper position. He won't hold the baby in front of Jack, because he can feel the boy's judging eyes boring holes straight through him. Jealous eyes, thinking you cannot even do it right the second time.

Their second child came out with a full head of dark hair and skin flushed with rash from the difficult trip out. Althea. Abigail picked it. She learned to read the name, learned to spell it in that chicken-scratch writing of hers. Spring is supposed to bring new life. It brought them another child, one untarnished by their past. Born into a proper family, two married parents and an older brother. A house, a dog. Clothes on her fragile little body and food in her belly.

She died with the leaves once autumn sank its claws into the plains. Their crops withered with the first frost and so too did their little Althea. Six months. Abigail did not cry. She did not say much of anything, not for a long time. Jack learned to cook while John readied the property for its second winter, working until his hands bled because there was not much else he could do. Helplessness is the sort of thing men do not easily learn to feel. Time and time again, he is left with nothing despite his best efforts. His wife is a ghost in their home and his son is always making up for the failures of the father. Uncle even had the good sense to make himself scarce during the day.

John watches dust settle to the bottom of his glass. Whiskey tastes like failure. Like a hound hot on his heels that he cannot outrun. He sits before the hearth, watching flames devour the logs that feed them and thinking of Dutch. He doesn't want to think of all that, but he finds he can't help it. Arthur's old sweetheart, Mary, came to visit soon after the baby was born. She gifted John one of his brother's old journals, one that had been left behind when their romance soured. Neither of us knew him, she said. Not really.

In those yellowed pages was a drawing of a child. A boy, smiling and displaying a pickerel caught in the stream beyond his mother's house. Somewhere a few chapters ahead is a drawing of two graves.

The glass slides away from his hand. He lets it go, lets it be taken and dumped into the kitchen sink. His palm stays open on the arm of the couch, as if his body has not quite noticed it was missing the glass at all. Abigail puts her palm into that empty space. Slides it forward, down his arm.

"Come to bed." She murmurs. Her voice is raspy. Her eyes are puffy and red.

"I'm sorry." He tells her. "God, I'm…I'm sorry." He holds her hand with all the desperation of a man who fears losing her beyond all else.

"Come to bed," She replies. The moon bathes their bedroom in pale light. She has not turned on the lamp, but John likes the night's glow much better. They have not seen each other in so long. He'd forgotten. Forgotten her. Her voice, her hands.

He pulls her hair free, then watches the cotton strap of her nightgown fall past one shoulder, then the other. Her breasts are still swollen, still raw from nursing. John rests his forehead between them, feeling the warmth of her body. He holds her. The way he should have done weeks ago, the fool that he is. Her face buried in his shoulder, she lets a quiet sob out into the darkness.

No matter how many times he held that child in timid arms, it was not enough. They didn't have enough time. They'll never have it back again. She is alone beneath the cold earth, covered by dirt and snow. All bundled in the blanket one of the women in town knitted. A baby blanket should never be a shroud.

"I'm here,” John whispers. “I'm right here. Always will be.”

Abigail nods into the crook of his neck, touching his chest, his face. She brushes her soft lips against the roughness of his jaw. It feels like such a waste, scoring those pretty lips against a scarred face. Such a pretty woman. Beautiful, wonderful. Any man would have been lucky to have her, and yet she chose the one who was so cruel to her. Who left her with a child to care for, so young and untethered from the world. John had thought her and Jack to be a ball and chain weighing him down. It was him. It was always him. Time and time again she chooses him. He never understood why. John clutches at the fabric of her nightgown, sucking in a shuddering breath. He wouldn't dare shed a tear in front of his son, but in the embrace of his wife? He trusts her. Hell, he trusts her with his life. He always will. She waited for him. All those years, she waited for him to grow the hell up.

"We tried," She chokes out, "We tried to start over."

"I know."

"Are we cursed?" Her eyes are big and blue. John has only seen the ocean a handful of times, but her eyes are like a seaside view. He takes her hands, holding them against his chest, where his heart beats steady despite the racing of his mind.

"No. No, we ain't cursed." He breathes in slow. The dirt from the grave is still trapped beneath his fingernails. If he tries he can still feel silken hair, soft skin and impossibly small hands wrapped like a vice around his own callused fingers. How could something so sweet come, in part, from him? John shuts his eyes tight. "We're just as unlucky as everyone else."

An owl takes flight off the crest of the barn. Casts off into the night, silent as the gentle breeze. Beyond the porch of Beecher's Hope, talons grasp the body of a fieldmouse, crushing through fur and flesh right to the bone.

When morning comes, Jack will find the discarded pellet out past the gazebo. Swallowed whole and digested without mercy. Such is the way of things.

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NOTE:

I've been hyperfixating hard on Rdr1 and John's relationship with Abigail so here y'all go. I think it was absolutely super difficult for them to have lost a child, especially after everything they've been through. Child loss was incredibly common at the time, so they certainly weren't alone in that struggle, but I'm sure it was a huge blow to the whole family. Wish we got to hear more about it in game, but that's what writers are for, I suppose.

Also I'm a slut for animal symbolism

#red dead redemption #john marston #abigail marston #rdr1 #jack marston

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CHAPTER 23 NOW ONLINE on AO3

Ahhh. Night shift/day shift is finally over. See what happens next :)

What I can reveal is that we are slowly... very slowly heading towards episode 5x11. And after that it will take some time until episode 5x12 follows. You know...weeks. And we haven't even reached three weeks. Almost but not quite yet. So it still takes until 5x12.

Thanks again @himynameiscookies for your phenomenal job. It's so fun to work with you.

Sneak Peak:

She doesn't know what she was expecting. But definitely not this.

Lisa is at the Grizzlies stadium on this beautiful, warm day, watching her son Blake's game. She is sitting next to Genny again. Sometimes all it takes is a few words to know that you like a person and that you'll probably get on well with them. That was the case with Genny. She had watched her for some time at the last Grizzlies home game. It's not that she just watches people. So, she's not a stalker or anything. But she was curious. Ever since Blake told her about a new team member, Tyler. And he never stopped talking about him. Naturally, she didn't manage to extract much information from him. Boys of that age aren't known for being talkative, and they usually don't engage in what Blake dismissively refers to as "stupid adult topics." All she gathered was that there's a Tyler, he's new to the team, and Blake quite likes him—according to Blake himself.

So, sue her, she was curious. The only embarrassing part was that she had automatically assumed the man next to Genny was her husband, not her brother. Surprisingly, neither of them seemed to hold that against her. Since Tyler and Blake share not only baseball and school but also enjoy spending their free time together, and luckily, they live just a few minutes' cycle ride apart, Genny and Lisa had already met in private. As it turns out, Genny is just as divorced from her husband as she is, creating an immediate connection between them.

After discovering that Tim was not Genny's husband but her brother, she subtly slipped in the question of whether he was single. It was a bit embarrassing, but she couldn't resist. After all, who wouldn't seize the opportunity presented by such a handsome man who is also good with children? So, two plus points. However, the topic quickly moved on.

Instead, another topic suddenly arose. And what can she say? She's a divorced woman, with no love life, who loves tearjerkers and cheap romances on television. So, it's only natural that you jump at a story with possible secret dates and a mysterious work colleague. You just take what you can get.

And that's why she's sitting on the bleachers of the Grizzlies game today, eagerly awaiting it to start. Because Genny told her beforehand that Lucy was coming to watch today, with a grin on her face. And she knows exactly what that grin means. Genny hopes to find out what's going on between her brother and his colleague or if there's anything happening between them at all, or if it's all just her imagination and wishful thinking. Or if Tim is dating someone else after all. If he's dating anyone at all. And Genny seems to be generally happy that she's meeting Lucy.

The game has already begun. Tim is sitting next to Genny, as usual, and Mat, Tyler's little brother, is sitting on Tim's lap again. He seems to have a real soft spot for his uncle. She's watching Blake's team play, but she doesn't really know much about baseball; she just knows that the Grizzlies aren't very good. Thanks to Tim, she now understands a bit more about the game. He generally doesn't talk very much. But when she or Genny comment on the game, you can usually get a few words out of him. And what she finds particularly charming about him is that he always finds something good in the Grizzlies bad play. If she understands Tim correctly, the team isn't as bad as the score always suggests. They just lack confidence, are unlucky and make a lot of small mistakes. He seems to know something about the sport. Blake was really enthusiastic about him when he played baseball with Tim and Tyler earlier in the week.

So, she's sitting in the stands, watching the game but keeping an eye on the stairs, waiting for the mysterious Lucy to arrive. Just like Genny, who often doesn't have her eyes on the pitch.

And when there's a mysterious person around whom you don't know, whom you only hear about, then you have a certain idea. And in combination with Tim, who is a bit like Ken doll, she had assumed a kind of Barbie to show up. Slim, blonde, tall, and a bit cool because she is aware of her beauty. She had expected that, probably because she watches too many films.

But then someone approaches her completely unnoticed because she simply comes from the back row and not from the front. Someone she first sees out of the corner of her eye because she passes behind her, and she turns around slightly to see who is walking past. Someone who then puts her hand on Tim's shoulder to lean on him and hop down over the row of seats. Someone who has clearly given his shoulder a quick squeeze before she makes the little jump. Someone who then sits down next to Tim with a beaming smile and a "Hey, sorry I'm late. I overslept. I was on the night shift last night." with a shrug of the shoulders and an apologetic gesture. She wasn't expecting that at all.

And what can she say? She immediately understands why Genny wants Lucy to be Tim's girlfriend. She's a force of nature. Okay, that's weird to think about another woman, but if the shoe fits. There is something special about Lucy, almost like an aura that surrounds her. It's a radiant quality that captivates you, and her kindness comes from deep within. You can sense this within the first three seconds of meeting her, even though that's a very short time to form an impression. However, it's often said that first impressions are crucial, and they're formed within the first few seconds of meeting someone.

#chenford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim bradford #tim bradford x lucy chen #archive of our own #chenford fanfic #tim x lucy #chenford fic #chenfordsource #lucy x tim #ao3 link #lucy and tim

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If Stephen King wrote and GM'ed a rpg staring stoats, even at his most coked out heart, would not think of the shit Aabria Iyengar does.

A zombie bear controlled by fucking mutant chipmunks. A Polly pocket style fully mobile Grizzly Bear battle field! A BESPOKE GRIZZLY BEAR WITH A GLOWING BLUE BRAIN!

Just... suck it uncle Stevie.

#burrows end #dimension 20 #aabria iyengar #Grizzly bear!#stupendous stoats #rpg #episode 2 spoilers #Bearing the scars

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Here’s a big old infodump on Mari Matilla an AW 2 oc who's little plot and background I kept on adding to for the last month or so till it spiralled into a fully fleshed character-

I briefly mentioned Samy and Mari’s dynamic in this post so this is more focused on Mari as the remaining Matilla sister.

Warning its a long post I've tried to section out but I thought i better post it now or i never will so oops here we go ALSO spoilers for the entirety of AW2 just to cover my bases

Tldr basic info-

Name: Mari Matilla

Nickname/mean rumour name: ‘Mary Shell-y'

(Anglicised her name to Mary if people mispronounce it enough)

Close Relatives:

[Deceased] twin Sister Sam Matilla.

Estranged Mother Francesca Matilla. [Alive]

Stepfather Micheal Matilla. [Annoyingly Alive]

Name: Samy matilla

Nickname: ‘samwich’ a highschool nickname that Samy tried to spread herself that Mari will not let her live down.

Close Relatives: (same as above but was secretly still in contact with their mother Fran)

Died : 2022 spring swimming in cauldron lake.

The duo moved to bright falls in Spring 2019.

Works at the summer general store before the lake is closed off to the public.

Samy Drowns and she moves into the general store basement in 2022. (Year before the nightingale murder and the events of AW2).

Additional oc Outside the Matilla family:-

Name: Satu Barkley

Nickname: Sparky

Works for Biltmore’s Logging camps, mostly delivers the logs but won't skip the opportunity to do some log splitting. Her Hobbies vary from wood carving to hiking and darts. She met and ended up dating Mari after getting set up on a blind date with her via their shared friend Rose Marigold.

Family:-

Recently Mari Lost their twin sister Samy Matilla violently to ‘the cult of the tree’.

Her ‘murder’ happened a year before Saga and Casey arrived to investigate Nightingales murder.

This death in the family leaves her alone in Watery with only the company of their senior dog Charlie, a greying jack Russel with a laziness problem.

Mari makes do with the little family she has left (literally little Charlie is tiny even for his breed she jokes he's shrunk as he's got older)- not having many relatives nearby as a support system considering she ran to bright falls after cutting contact with everyone but her sister in 2019.

Before her Grimm passing the twins had very little other family than distant (both physically and emotionally) aunts and uncles as well as having a mother and stepfather they'd cut contact with for good reason.

The ’murder‘

The grizzly ritualistic murder of Miss Matilla and Mari’s trauma from discovering the gruesome aftermath (only being drawn outside by Charlie howling at the cultists outside) has led to her becoming an elective Mute when encountering about 90% of the town.

Because of the cult's anonymity Mari lacks any kind of mutual trust in the majority of the town growing paranoid that anyone could be a cult member after her too to finish off the whole family.

This paranoia in turn led the non cult members of the town to be suspicious of her being that she somehow didn't hear the murder happening right outside her home at the time (staying for the summer in the general store by the lake).

All they'd heard was that her sister had been murdered right on her doorstep and she'd just slept through the ordeal only waking when it was too late.

The truth being that Mari had been up the last two nights looking for her sister who'd set out to go swimming in the lake despite her protests that those waters were not safe.

See She'd been too swept up on scouring every inch of the woods after finding Sam's bag, shoes and phone sat on the edge of the lake just abandoned that she hadn't called her in missing in town (not daring to leave the woods) . And even after spending the full day searching she didn't trust the police to come looking for her either.

This lack of sleep from searching day and night meant she had passed out on day 3 and slept through the cults ‘murder’ ritual never knowing that her sister was long dead before the cult began attempting to carved her heart out (Samy having been drawn into and drowning in the lake while trying to disprove her sisters worries about her. Samy following a ‘figure’ into the waves).

The town also was not aware that at that time the three of them (Samy, Mari and Charlie) slept in the basement of the old general store, meaning even if Mari had been awake she wouldn't have heard a thing anyways. (This doesn't stop her blaming herself though).

They also didn't know that Mari had stirred that night at the sound of the howling and barking making it out of the general store door rifle in hand a moment too late only seeing deer masked figures fleeing into the woods and the telltale pattern of her sister's dress covering a bloodied and water trodden body splayed out on the picnic bench. She'd rush out not realising she was screaming already and try to shake her sister awake to no avail.

Seeing a body

something there ,

not her sister

not anymore.

The sun would rise by the time she called into the sheriff's office. Hand still wrapped around her sisters, hair wiped off her bloodied face with loving care and blanket pulled over her so she wouldn't get cold.

They'd come within the hour and cordon off the area.

She'd only let go of her sister’s now Ice cold hand when another would grab hers leading her off to the car park in silence.

Mari had been taken to the police station to fill out all the reports and witness forms not really saying a word just in shock. They'd ask if anyone could come collect her and when they received a shake no offer a lift back up to the store to get her things.

Later on she'd be silent still as she begrudgingly brewed coffees for the sheriff and deputies up at the general store while they took the body and photographed the crime scene.

They'd comment on how the heart had been half carved out sliced open shoddily but not removed properly like the other victims and that the noise of the dog howling and the lights of the store turning on must have put off the ‘killers’ assuming someone nearby was watching them (at least that's their running theory).

Aftermath-

Mari gets very intense surrounding the investigation into Samy’s death. She finds out from her autopsy some key facts that don't add up -

Samy's lungs were filled with lake water - logically yes she drowned in the lake so how did she walk up back to the general store where she got murdered.

Her mottled skin and appearance applies more to a body that's been in the water for weeks not mere days at most.

The cult still seemed to have tied down Samy’s body but the marks on the body would coincide with her being alive at the time of the ‘murder’ and pulling against said restraints.

In Mari’s mind she can only comprehend two ideas-

Either one : Samy almost drowned in the lake barely surviving and after being lost in the woods for two days finally struggled back home to the general store getting picked off like a wounded animal .

Or worse, the cult tortured her by waterboarding her in the lake only to grow ‘ bored ’and kill her up by the general store as a threat.

In either of these options one thing remains - guilt Mari feels such a deep gnawing guilt at not running after her sister after Their fight at not checking up on her sooner knowing the lake had a history of drownings.

It had to be her fault , hers and the cults.

The police (well really just the Sheriff since he's the only one who can relate to Mary having hallucinations having his own about shapes in the night) considered making a recommendation to go to the cauldron lake clinic after some pretty horrendous ptsd episodes and bouts of insomnia began occurring more frequently to Mari leading up to deer fest.

These recommendations definitely did not arise because she accidentally punched a newbie cop in the face who mistakenly jumped out at her from a dark corner with a deer fest mask on while trying to prank their coworker).

These episodes are all being triggered by the surrounding deer imagery of all things. Why'd the cult have to pick the town's mascot of all things, why not a wolf or something scary?.

Mari denies the help initially. Partially on lack of trust and partially because in her own words-

‘Im not fucking crazy Breaker alright! I just get spooked by y’all running up on me all the time with this stupid deer fest shit it's every day and it's it's everywhere in town already the festival’s not for another month and a half alright! Why? why are they rushing?’

It takes one pretty rough breakdown and waking up in an open holding cell on a Sunday morning with no recollection of the *last ten hours for her to finally realise yeah getting help might be the best thing for her sanity and safety right now. That or moving out of town forever and that's not an option in her mind.

*Those missing ten hours consisting of her actually getting the courage to shoot at a cult member missing by an inch, fleeing badly on foot , getting caught , kicking screaming and exchanging punches, just to then in a fit of rage screaming at them to go ahead kill her like her sister only to get *bonk* knocked out cause a taken was approaching and they didn't have time to explain to her what actually happened with her sister. A cult member dropping her off at the station steps as a ‘drunk and disorderly’, their fellow cult members in the police station getting her inside and checked over.

Satu the lumberjack picks her up from the station in the morning with coffee , an ice pack for that possibly broken nose and therapy enrollment forms alike in hand.

These outbursts lead to her becoming even more of a social pariah, seemingly an outsider against small town customs .

But In Spite of said episodes she still aims to be polite when she does choose to speak to the townsfolk.

She always pays promptly and tips well in the dinner;

she'll smile back at the townsfolk as she walks by when taking Charlie to the town park to chase pigeons.

When she stocks up She nods along with cashiers gossip trying to remember who's who and waits while they give Charlie all the fuss his old little face can handle. (Which is surprisingly a lot , he loves all the attention).

Most of all when she heads back to the woods she's never late for work.

Not that she could be late considering she works alone as pest control and wildlife management in the acres surrounding the lake.

She only visits town to stock up on supplies every month or so and since Rose in the Dinner is about the only person she’ll hold a full length conversation with in town , her social skills have been lacking as of late. (Not that she has great ones to begin with)

She thinks Rose is ‘weird’ (heavy quotes weird) like she is , changed by all the weirdness in this town.

She’d never admit it but she feels Like something is following rose around too, a darkness that dims the usual sparkle in her eyes sometimes or a daydream on the air she gets lost in.

Not that she'd admit to spending way too much time staring into Roses' silvery eyes though.

But she knows Mr Wake writer extraordinaire is Rose’s ~ one true love~ and she's only a pinch jealous . Though she does love to hear her excited reviews and ratings of - ’the best Casey novel in her opinion , or are we talking about most engaging ?or ooh! the one that the critics like the most? cause that's a controversial pick in my opinion~’.

(Oh and Mari totally didn't get accidently spoiled by Rose about Casey dying in the last book when she’d just decided to start reading them.)

After her sort of one way crush faded a bit and Rose and her became more besties , Rose tried and succeeded to set her up on a blind date with a local lumber worker who Mari had met in the past delivering logs up to the general store - Satu Barkley.

A broad shouldered gentle giant of a lady who Mari sees as way out of her league but who seems to be pine-ing (pun fully intended) just as much as her.

They bond over a shared love of woodwork with Satu carving a little wooden raven to go on Samy's grave and a little wooden wolf for Mari to wear as a necklace Mari immediately swooning.

Satu becoming the second person she feels safe enough around to talk to freely when she comes to visit the lake and deliver logs.

Work-

Work has been weird too lately.

She used to work in the bustling old general store with their sister before the whole park got shut down.

It was a dream I mean sure the summer rush was always hard to stay on top of but the work kept her mind occupied and sharp , it was a challenge and made the quiet evenings afterwards so much more rewarding.

Worth the struggle just to get to see the sunsets and hear the full array of seasonal birdsong , the cool breeze through the woods slightly chilling the skin.

Her sister always the overachiever would spend the summertime working by Maris side part time shopkeep but full time most days ‘idiot supervisor’ (her own words) or rather doctor and emergency first aider. (Spending the rest of the year working in the wellness centre)

Having worked in emergency medicine in a Vancouver hospital before moving to Bright falls to live with her ‘runaway’ sister, Samy knows her way around your miscellaneous woodland injuries handling the splinters to sprained ankles and the more grizzly injuries too with equal measures of care.

Those summer days in the store by her side the lake and the woods felt even

brighter,

warmer,

kinder than usual.

The woods used to be alive with a beating heart of campers and birdwatchers, the odd ‘guided adventure tour’ by the Koskela Brothers too travelling down the trails like veins through the woods.

Now they're just too quiet.

The only harsh sound being the consistent clanging and buzz of the monitoring station in the hill a crude noise cutting through the bird song in the morning

Moving on-wards-

When the general store got shut down the two of them had moved back into an old cabin their aunt owned that they'd inherited after she passed in 2019 , (this inheritance prompted Mari cutting contact and moving).

The cabins Situated just outside the town's borders up in Watery, but the two secretly keep the keys to visit the general store every summer and fish the lake.

Mari couldn’t bear going back to the cabin without her sister ; all her clothes laid out for work tomorrow , all the sticky notes reminders the plants in the window unwatered. That whole cabin just felt like an open unhealed wound .A living tomb dedicated to a woman who'd never step foot in it again.

She'd slept in her truck that night and sold the place to whoever would move in the quickest, this person ironically being Satu who was a little shocked to see Mari just up and leaving.

After she'd gathered all her sister's and her stuff on the back of the pickup truck she'd left for the woods.

And Once she'd found the old store keys and some solid padlocks she'd set out to bunker down in the basement of the abandoned general store. It was the warmest down there and had been least hit by the elements being some old bunker design from way back when the caldera in the lake was more of an active threat.

(Listen please okay , I sleep deprived Luc editing this backstory right now knows that there isn't a basement but I forgot that the first cult encounter happens in the general store and it's inferred they chill out in there too so we're shifting from the og idea of living in the general store to a second location , for story purposes she's hiding out in the fictional basement keeping Charlie entertained with a bunch of tennis balls and chew toys while the cults lurking above like a fox beneath the hunters, she's covered the hatch to the basement with moss and scrap wood it's all good alright… at least for now).

The store itself is broken down in patches, it's overgrown in others and the patches between those two variables aren't looking too good either.

But It's familiar , it's safe enough

If only it wasn't close to where it happened.

She keeps envisioning that day over and over , rushing out to Charlie's howling , seeing shadows scatter into every corner of the woods.

Seeing her.

Trying to perform CPR on someone , something long gone, a bloodied chest and empty eyes. Just a shadow of the bright bubbly sister she'd angrily yelled goodbye to a few days prior.

The blood on her hands grew as cold as the one she clasped.

It's always the same nightmare , the same moment until eventually it's just silent rest .

Maybe she hopes deep down by staying in that dingy building by letting it rot around her bit by bit.

By being in that right place at all times she can stop the cult using the woods for their murders and make them slip up somehow.

That she can be there when she wasn't before awake and watching.

It was a stupid and under-thought out plan but it's all she can think about now , the what ifs that might have saved her sister , that could save another soul eat her alive in the silence like rust through iron slow moving but persistent till the end.

She spends weeks out at night tracking , documenting and trying to hype herself up to take a shot at these cult members. Trying to detach herself from reality by hyping herself up going ‘deer hunting’ never quite having the bravery to pull the trigger once and for all. Hell when she finds an old Halloween mask- a wolf while clearing out boxes for memories she dons that imitating the very cult she's trying to catch out.

Her days, unlike her nights, are monotonously spent culling ‘ diseased ‘ wildlife for the weird company she's found herself working under. They say their pest control and testing wildlife so they can provide treatment and preserve the species in the woods. She doesn't ask questions , the pay is a little too good to be true but it's paid on time and she doesn't have to worry about being late.

This constant prowling of the woods A dedication to surrounding the lake is why she kicks herself when she returns from a monthly supply run to find the area cordoned off with a dead FBI agent there splayed out contorted just like her sister was.

Nicknames-

After a few days of near encounters with the cult she hangs tripwires at the front doors attached to chimes she makes from razor clamshells taken from the lake, the one on the front door additionally bearing the old door's entrance bell in its centre for extra volume.

Gossip, well more a cruel mythos started spreading of a ‘Mari shell-y’ a week after the Chimes went up.

The story goes that when two rangers came to check on the abandoned store after seeing smoke in the forest that they reached for the doors and were ambushed by tripwires of shells wrapping tightly around their arms, the chimes breaking in the process.

That ‘Mari the shell lady , the weirdo in the woods who lost their voice in the lake, had finally gone looney and is collecting shells to fight off the “witch's powers”’.

She persuaded the rangers that she was just lighting a fire to mask her scent, and that she was on the job- tracking some weird wolves in the woods with rabies , emphasising how rabid and uncontrollable these wolves were to the rangers, this task putting them at enough unease to leave promptly with a ‘-good luck with that’.

Interaction/encounter wise within AW2

(Disclaimer I wrote the majority of this stuff while watching a play through of aw2 and was only on the first few chapters of the game so there's some bits that are out of sync with the main plot)

Overarching plotline of Mari like most Bright Falls inhabitants is just a ‘so bad very bad day worst day of their life’ plot. She doesn't influence the progression of the main story and is more just another victim of the horror genre narrative demanding sacrifices barely surviving it's attacks on her ‘Until Dawn style’ (Emily from until dawn my beloved inspiration).

So Mari’s arc Aka ‘Mari will not die in spite of the world trying it's best to axe her’ (wink wink) begins with a nice calm start in the oh deer diner:

After Rose gives her ‘remember me? , weird your back cause…’ speech to Saga and she's gone through both conversation roots, Mari can lightheartedly bantering with Rose at the counter of the oh deer dinner about how-

M- ‘the animals in the park, well around the whole lake are acting weirder than usual lately like really off putting, more aggressive, almost rabid, think it's just the changing of the seasons getting to them?’

R- ‘must be that volcanic ash in the air their studying down there, you should mask up breathing all that dust in all day and night oh and get a little doggy sized mask for Charlie to wear you'd match’

M- ‘we would (she grins) , you worry about me too much though Rose’

R-‘well someone's got to , I mean just look at you’

M-‘hey!, I'll have you know this is my best shirt I ironed it and everything’

R- ‘oh really? So that's why you wear it every time you're in town hmm? S’got to be the fourth time I've seen it this year’

M- ‘you try living in the woods with a senior dog who's always needing carrying I'm sure all your clothes would be finely pressed and smell like daisies’

R- ‘daisies and roses. well, at least I know what to get you for your birthday’

M-’ a new shirt?’

R- ‘shush you'll ruin the surprise’

Mari doesn't really speak to Saga in the dinner but will nod when noticing her and smile genuinely (if a little anxiously) at her if approached before turning back to the counter and the paper sat on it before her. Giving Charlie scritches behind his old scruffy ears, who sits next to her on a pulled across diner chair.

General Store Basement introduction-

Saga and Casey can encounter and interact fully with Mari in a night-time/late evening cycle of exploring around cauldron lake anytime after the first overlap events/ first encounter with the cult occurs.

When returning to the murder site A trail of fresh blood not washed away by the rain can be found and observed leading from bushes nearby to the general store.

Meeting Shelley for the first time she'll be hunkered down in the deepest corner of the general store basement

To get in you'll need A key for the front door that can be found using the flashlight as its hiding spot on a small metal tin is marked by fluorescent paint.

Several shell tripwires can be inspected and disarmed outside the doors and windows, some of the windows are hammered shut shoddily with long nails sticking out of the frames.

Unlocking the front door and delving into the general store again , several objects are disrupted

- a table is shattered, legs strewn apart , several frames off the walls smashed on the ground and a cult mask sits on the floor brandishing some dog sized chew marks.

-Following the trail of blood leads further into the store and to the attached laundromat room where one washing machine has been pushed out of place revealing a hatch concealed below it.

Below the general store in its basement Mari is found on her last tether.

Being guarded by a quietly growling charlie (you know that sort of old dog rumbly growl they have?) And with A shotgun raised shakily she crouches in the farthest corner of the store wide eyed at the intrusion and visibly bleeding. Having been shot in the shoulder , rough gauze is wrapped haphazardly around the wounded area but She looks palpably pale and clammy.

The shotgun is leaning awkwardly against her stiff bracing shoulder twitching much to her dismay and Charlie the jack Russel sits tucked onto her lap.

Saga can de-escalate the situation by showing Mari her badge and introducing herself and Casey, commenting on recognising her from the dinner in town earlier and asking about her dog.

‘She's Charlie , She's harmless, really more talk than bite. Not that she could bite with her old teeth, give her one of these biscuits off the counter and she'll be your best friend’

A dog biscuit can be retrieved and given to Charlie who softens up at the approach.(And yes you can pet the dog)

When Mari finally calms down she'll crumble a little bit from the stress and alot-a bit from the general blood loss.

Saga can then ask her name and ask about the gunshot wound :

Asking about the name triggers her to recognise the last name Matilla as one of the previous victims of the cult commenting on the incident occurring around a year and a month ago and how the victim looked identical to her minus the haircut.

Mari winces at the comparison, combing a hand through her hair she clarifies Samy was, is , her twins sister and almost spitefully asks why they've turned up now of all times to look into the murders,she calms though saying it's atleast better late than never.

Asking about the bullet wound prompts Mari to comment on it not being as bad as it looks,

‘I was just bunkering down for the night getting Charlie her dinner when I got ambushed by this smokey figure? Like not smoking burning like an enveloping aura of sooty air must be the fucking volcanic ash shit from the lake’ , she quietly adds “I haven't been drinking I swear.’ when Casey's eyes fall on the array of cans on the table.

‘The shot though that went clean through and it's missed the brachial plexus see’ ,

holding up her hand she clenches and unclenches her fingers a few times it's weird though there's two of her fingers on this held up hand missing old wounds scarred over.

‘It all still works just hurts like a bitch , missed the subclavian artery too, still made a mess of my good shirt though and Im supposed to wear this to date night tonight :( ’. Mari is scarily calm for someone who's been shot.

Casey comments on the formal medical knowledge Mari seems to possess but rather lacking medical application of the gauze on her shoulder.

She divulges that her sister used to pop quiz her on the parts of the body, the challenge growing along with her growing up from bones to muscle systems to arteries and where they are a great way to pass time on long summer days.

All great fun at the time but in hindsight it would have been better in this case to have been taught how to bandage said body parts.

Casey has some medical training from a previous operational medicine program he gestures for her to approach so he can adjust the gauze and the two agree to answer some questions in exchange for them just double checking that shoulder wound and rewrapping it (concerned by how pale Mari looks).

While Casey's sorting out that shoulder wound Saga can explore this corner of the basement further around where Mari has crumpled down She has several frankensteined together sketches of the cultists faces from memory watching the cultists hiding in the different areas around the lake, noting down details when they'd lift masks to take sips of beers or drunkenly letting them slip off entirely.

Yellow and pink post it notes , receipt paper ripped from the cash register , and lined stationary paper are stuck haphazardly to a corkboard against the wall with whatever Is available .

(Casey's pretty sure there's a few empty pens stabbed into the cork in more than one spot.)

While Saga is looking around Casey can ask about Mari’s hand if it's a ‘New wound? , looks old from the scarring, that from a cult attack too? ‘

She clarifies no an old wound from when she was a kid , an accident with an unsafe bear trap, not that there is a safe bear trap for a child to be left around and supervised by a ‘distracted’ stepfather on a hunting trip.

She changed the subject pretty quickly and apologises for the shell alarms out front. Commenting on the rumours and nicknames around her,

Casey in turn comments on the choice of names saying it's cruel when a nickname sticks , mari sympathises making a guess that having the same name as a fictional character must come with a lot of jokes and jabs.

Casey asks how she can be staying in the general store and not have heard the murder happening right outside.

Saga, equally confused, clarifies their here because of an FBI agent being murdered on the picnic table outside.

Mari stumbles back up to her feet and with some assistance closes the hatch door , the room immediately falling deathly silent of the sounds of the outdoors now locked away.

Didn't hear a thing. I'm afraid it's an old bunker design sturdy as anything but soundproof too.

Mari promises to head into town to get the shoulder looked at and as Saga and Casey head out to explore the cauldron Lake area she can be heard calling up Satu to come and pick her up trying her best to downplay her injury and saying it was an ‘accident’ while cleaning her rifle.

Escalation /second worse encounter:( aka the angst zone of Samy the dead sister returning.)

Her sister was buried in the woods near the lake wanting to be surrounded by the very nature she coveted . Her grave being marked by some small memorial rocks from mirrors peak and carvings of a crow , a bear , a little wooden duck and other trinkets left by visitors. Fresh flowers sit picked from the surrounding area.

Saga can on her travels around bright falls encounter a manuscript page that details a horrifying encounter - an empty grave and a taken soul rising up to lay it's last family member to rest beside her in that woodland tomb.

Of a shadow imbued figure clawing out of the dirt handful by gritty handful and brandishing an axe ripped out of a cedar tree stump, carving its way through the general store's front door like a horror cliche , the shell chimes rattling a final death rattle.

(this next bits a little messily written i won't lie i love all the manuscript pages and the style of writing in the game but i cannot imitate it i do visual art not written so shoutout fanfic and authors this is harddd.)

“Beyond the door , her last remaining protection Mari Matilla , still recovering from her bullet wound burning a hole in her shoulder, is frozen in place staring in wide eyed abject horror at the looming figure on the other side of the splintering wood.

This figure who shares the same face , the same blood now cold no longer pumping through dead veins looms forward through the gash in the door.

A single white eye peers through the crack sunken into it's hollow socket, the creature smiles a sickly grin too wide for it's face.

She swings her axe bringing the door down with it charging through the threshold , with each slamming step Mari snaps out of the ever growing fear in her heart willing herself to just move! as the axe comes slashing down again.

Finally it makes contact, clipping her ankle with a sickening thump. Bone exposed She screams the world all crashing back down around her at once.

‘The light , the basement. The light will keep me safe’ she thinks and so she dives for that sunken room.

Gunshots ring out in the distance , safety , a chance at survival; she knew who it was, the only one brave enough to be out in these woods alone , Saga Anderson, her hero.

she screams again louder than before:

‘SAGA she's Here Help me!’ she just had to hold on a few moments more. Just a few moments longer. The creature a mirror of her lurches forward for the basement door and-”

The rest is scratched out.

The page ends before anything else can occur saga sets off back to the lodge as the day draws to an end.

On the way to cauldron lake she calls Casey and tells him where she's going, chasing after another page by our best selling author friend she's pissed she asks why he'd write something like this into reality.

He tries to explain that he doesn't remember writing this but writing in the escape , writing in that saga is there to save her and that the basement full of lights is the safest place for her to be. That sounds like what he'd write , from what he knows that that is how he can help.

‘its a horror story all of this is I have to stay within the narrative tropes but you can change it's ending it's not written yet there's always a final girl right who barely escapes but not unscathed?’

When she arrives at cauldron lake it's dark the sun's setting , as she approaches down the hill from the parking lot she encounters several taken , gunshots ring out and she hears from the general stores direction screams for help exactly as written she just prays Charlie and Mari have reached the basement , sprinting towards the store.

The sister's warped and ritually sacrificed body has become a taken a hollow hole in her chest, hair slicked to her face and hands bloodied .

((I have two visual ideas for this currently. One is that she sort of floats above the ground like a body floating face down in the water. Or alternatively upright usual axe swinging but her hairs sort of floating behind her and clothes slightly flowing in a current we can't see)).

She has dirt across her arms and under her fingernails having crawled and clawed her way out of the grave. Stumbling back to her place of death hearing Mari whistling as she cooked, her attention drawn and a rage at her own death bubbling up inside her.

She screams out at her in its distorted voice ‘ why weren't you there ? Why did you leave me to die? What sister lets her sister die in the cold in the dark ? Look at me, You wretched bitch look at me!’

When saga arrives to save Mari she can look around and find the shallow grave empty and flooded with lake water, the coffin floating atop and ripped open. Reaching the general store front door is destroyed , Mari surprisingly isn't dead but has barely contained ‘what was samy’ in the basement of the general store. Rattling and slamming can be heard against the basement hatch upon arrival that goes scarily quiet when Mari calls out to saga again.

She's blood splattered and with one arm weakly cuddling Charlie and is pretty sure like 90% her ankles fully broken (saga is more than sure it's broken she's pretty sure it's been slashed by an axe swing and maybe broken too who knows but she's trying not to panic despite being able to see bone) saga quickly sets to scouting around finding something to splint the leg with and something to cover the basement hatch with that's heavy.

Mari's struggling in the sort of blood loss delirium but asks saga (when she brandishes her weapon of choice and flashlight to go head down into the basement with) to please please leave her be,

Mari asks why she's like that why she came back like that,

She confesses quietly that she hopes that whatever has brought her back can purify her if , if they just wait long enough right , keep her in the light? She doesn't know how she knows but she just knows the light will fix her. It's a fact in her mind now the light is safe and she can be safe again.

She has to be right? .

M: ‘I just , I mean , she's talking. She's breathing what she's saying is cruel, sure but it's better than silence. Please don't hurt her, what would you do ? What would you do if Logan came back out of the Lake please just leave her be’

It seems the story has warped Maris memory of events aligning it with Logan drowning too.

Saga sympathises with Maris grief but stands firm on Logan's condition ,with both hands on Maris shoulders reminds her that -

‘Logan isn't dead. Your sister down there? she’ doesn't have a heart ,

theres post mortem autopsy incisions across her chest Mari , the woman she was, your sister , who you cared about so deeply , that you feel so guilty about not being there to save that version of her she is gone and that thing in the basement is just a vessel being puppeted around, a shadow of who she once was . whatever that is now it is not your sister it's a monster , it's dangerous and it will kill you if we don't kill it’

The Frankenstein's monster - part beloved body - park lake darkness, trapped in Mari ‘Shelly's’ basement and wanting revenge upon her misguided ‘creator’- Mari feeling solely responsible for the argument that led to Samy going to the lake.

(Am I forcing this concept too hard? Yeah absolutely, probably but oh well it's fun and stupid too something something seeing the humanity in someone you've lost coming back wrong even if this vision is clouded by your own remorse).

Ultimately Samy ends up breaking out of the basement if Saga approaches and/or leaves the area and Saga has to put her down fighting in the limited space of the general store trying to lead her away from where Mari and Charlie are cornered.

After defeating Samy , Mari will be in tears but gather herself as the trio make a break for the car park , the escape sequence set off by a loud rattling of all the shell chimes outside and a growing dark presence outside warping the scenery. Mari can carry her own flashlight helping to stun enemies and throwing out the odd flare but is slow moving due to the ankle wound and dog on her hip.

(no she will not leave the dog she'd rather die )

(I'm imagining Kind of like the AW1 section where you're getting Barry Wheeler across Anderson's farm - defeat a wave or two of taken and then rush for the exit no cool rock number though but alot of ambient sound - storm , shell wind charms etc).

After getting their leg seen to properly, splinted stitched, wrapped and painkillers prescribed by Doc Nelson and an ambulance called .she gives the excuse some poachers put bear traps up in the woods and that luckily Saga was in the area following a lead and was able to open the trap for her.

He half buys it considering there's a record that Mari lost two fingers as a teen to a bear trap but doesn't ask further questions considering she's been escorted to him by an FBI agent who still has some blood splatter on her coat.

After aftermath:

It takes a few days to overall emotionally recover from the horrors ™. But once she does recover Mari can then be found half the time hiding out in a makeshift room in the ‘employees only’ room in the back of the oh deer diner.

She refuses to stay in a hotel or home saying she's not getting taken out in her sleep after surviving all this. It takes s while for Satu to persuade her to move back to the cabin with her (mari joking they’ve only been together 6 months and already moving in how forward~)

Rose agrees to watch over her when she’s in the diner she can until everything's sorted out.

(And lend her some actually daisy smelling shirts joking she bought the detergent just to prove her wrong)

The reward for getting Mari alive out of the taken onslaught is a charm she offers that reduces the damage you take from axes (thrown or melee) by 50 percent. It's shaped like a little shell and hook.

Eventually Mari starts spending her daytime out of the back room and in a corner booth of the diner. She doesn’t want to be idle so spends some time folding napkins and cleaning cutlery whistling little simplified versions of the chapter songs as the story progresses.

Charlie settles really well into her corner booth of the dinner enjoying pancake scraps from the chef and scratches from the patrons equally.

I think at some point after the events of AW2 when she finds out about everything (the cult, the taken etc) she ends up having a bit of a fighty argument with Ilmo only to falter when finding out his brother's death.

She gets closure from knowing while her sister probably did suffer drowning in the lake she wasn't tortured or aware (as far as she knows) as a taken when the ‘cult’ got her.

Other little details/ miscellaneous plot beats i didn’t know where to put:-

Mari feels like the failure of the family in her eyes. Her golden child sister got her degree worked in a hospital and seemed to have her life together while she just struggled to figure out what she wanted. That's why she feels so bad that Sam died, not her because she feels she wasn't doing enough with her life while Sam had so much more to give. She learns to push through this guilt and live for the both of them by the end.

Mari lost two of her fingers ( pinky and ring) in an accident with a bear trap when she was little. Her stepdad at the time forced the two twins out in the snow to go hunting despite their protests. Mari was a good shot but didn't enjoy the cold. She'd never seen a bear trap before and then suddenly bam no pinky or ring finger. Stepdad freaked out calling for help and scrambling while Sam stayed calm checking on Mari and talking to her to keep her from going into shock. Since that day Sam's always been Maris' hero. And since that day Samys always knew she wanted to be a doctor to help people like her sister in crisis.

While Mari was born before Sam , Sam has always been the ‘ older’ sister of the twins. More mature in nature and in ego.

The day after Sam dies Mari lops half her hair off because she looks too much like her sister. In turn this makes her look just the same as she did when they first moved to bright falls (partially symbolising how she's set herself back in time healing wise by not confronting her grief). It only kind of works so she gets rid of the mirrors in the cabin.

Maris' fatal flaw was her devotion to killing the cult, it drove her to insomnia, dehydration and overall not taking care of herself .

She obsessed over unmasking a group that she'd fallen for the publicity of.

Spending months in total out in the woods at night , a wolf mask worn to conceal her face stalking the cult never brave enough to pull the trigger and take one out but Internalising the same ideology the cult used to detach themself from the rituals (telling herself ‘ it's just deer hunting , their not people just pull the fucking trigger’) even at times almost getting caught after hallucinating her sister by her side taunting her to take the shot.

she thought they were evil and had murdered her sister but she ultimately (by the end of the game/her character arc) ends up being told the truth and convinced to either work with the cult to take down taken (as a parallel to Ilmo losing a sibling but having the community for support) or teaming up with rose as a body disposal guy. (Since The hardest part is hiding the bodies ; D) she laughs about it in hindsight if only she'd known from the start how different things could have been.

#alan wake oc #remedyverse oc #cult of the tree #its an oc infodump babeyyyyy #oc tag: Mari Mattilla #tw gore #tw body horror #long post #alan wake 2 spoilers

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andalitean · 1 year

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Tobias tuesday and im thinking about how much shit that kid experienced in his life..... like spending the first 13 yrs of your existence living with horrible relatives who dont care about your wellbeing and being bullied at school and having no close friends then all of a sudden you watch an alien battle one night in an abandoned construction site and you dont know it but the alien who speaks to you and gives you powers before horrificly dying is your father... then choosing to be a bird over a human because you would rather live that life than the one you lead, and now you have to reckon with the fact that you hunt to eat now, and also theres an intergalactic war going on, and all you want to do is float on the thermals but there is a parasitic invasion of earth happening so you cant do that... and this goes on for almost three years and you find out who your dad was and get tortured by basically the embodiment of taylor swift (twice!) and maim/kill thousands of aliens weekly but also gain an amazing group of friends who are 4/5ths humans and 1/5th your uncle oh and also you have a girlfriend who spends half of her time as a grizzly bear but thats not important. bc all of a sudden the war amps up and your friend fakes his death and you find out your mother is still alive and doesnt remember you or what happened to her but you still choose to save her from capture/enslavement/death because the whole arc of your story/life is figuring out who you are and what you care about-

#patrimorphs2022 #animorphs #tobias #tobias tuesday #and this only goes up to book 49 #covering my eyes so i can pretend like it stops there

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prosperowrites · 1 year

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Walker Texas Ranger is an absolutely bonkers show, and I don't know if people ever really talk about that.

Like you look at it and you think it's just "Chuck Norris is a cowboy who karate kicks criminals," and granted a lot of the episodes are that.. the ones that aren't, well, that's a different matter entirely.

There's an episode where a gang from China find an ancient statue, and it gives them magical chi powers (Uncle Iroh was a guest star in the episode).

There's an episode where a child with psychic powers lives in a facility overseen by a talking AI and Walker has to deal with the evil company testing on him.

There's an episode where a group of monks visit a kid who is a reincarnation of their spiritual leader to keep him safe from an old enemy who wants to kill him. The kid also has magical powers.

There's an episode where a little girl gets shot by gangsters in a drive by, and a literal biblical angel saves her from death.

There's an episode where Walker is stranded in the wilderness, and he gets attacked by a giant mountain man who looks like Nemesis from Resident Evil, and is saved by a grizzly bear he befriended.

If you end up watching an episode you gotta flip a coin on if it's gonna be 'crime procedural' or 'Power Rangers but with cowboys.'

#walker #walker texas ranger #chuck norris #tv #tv show

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red-dead-do-over246 · 1 year

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Hi there! Thank you so much for doing my request 💕 It absolutely made my day 🥰🥰

I am back for some more of your wonderful stories. Can I please get #47 "I can't lose you" and #225 "No one has ever made me feel like this" with any VDL boy of your choice? Looking forward to it as always!!

Sure thing!💖💖 Thank you! I was stuck between Micah, Arthur, and Dutch (but we all knew how my choice was made clear XD)

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Rocky Mountain Fever

You contract an illness that leads Micah to do something he’s never done before. He prays.

#47 “I can’t lose you.”

#225 "No one has ever made me feel like this."

It began with a headache. Then, it slowly moved to a fever and chills. Eventually, you were too weak to move and were forced to be on bed rest. You slept for most of the time as this unfamiliar illness made its way through your body. It got to the point where you were even a bit unresponsive.

This all started as you guys escaped Blackwater and rode up into the Grizzlies. You felt a bit off, but as the wagons ascended into the blizzardly hell of the mountains, you started to feel worse and worse. The gang has already lost so many people, and now they were on the verge of losing you as well.

It was something that Micah just couldn’t deal with.

Ever since he joined the gang, he’s kept his distance from everyone else, preferring to be on his own. However, for some reason that still alludes him, Micah was drawn to you. Of course, he’s never voiced that and has actually hardly ever spoken to you.

Feelings...they just weren’t something he was good with.

But when you got so ill...he sure as hell felt something and it was a combination of two things that he’s never experienced before.

Fear and regret.

“Get lost!” Karen hissed as Micah walked into the main cabin where everyone was staying in Colter. Anyone but the hardy men were staying there were it was warmest, you included. You were resting in a cot close to the fire near John, who was also out of commission now.

“No need to bite Miss Karen, I’m just...checking in.” Micah said, his eyes moving to look at you, who was sleeping.

“It’s Y/N...but you’ve been here five times already Micah. Nothing’s changed.” Abigail, who took her attention off of John, said while Jack snuggled further into her embrace. Micah’s jaw tensed as he thought of a response.

“I know...I’m here to check up on everyone.” Micah quickly said as he pushed through the crowd of women and old men.

“Bullshit.” Uncle muttered while crossing his arms. Micah turned to glare at him, a scowl forming on his face.

“You say somethin’ old man?” The blonde outlaw asked in a threatening tone. Uncle merely grumbled under his breath, giving Micah his answer as he moved towards you. It was difficult to see you so lifeless. Sure, Sean (no matter how irritating Micah thought the Irish bastard to be) was the life of the gang with all his (shitty) banter.

However, you were also life to the gang.

While you weren’t as witty or loud, you were sweet and thoughtful. Maybe him lacking that in his life made him so attracted to you. But now your smile and your kind eyes had vanished. You were asleep, miserably so, chest rising and falling in a pitiful attempt just to keep you alive.

“Hey there, Y/N...you doin’ any better?” Micah said, eyeing you over, knowing the answer already. Like he assumed, there was no response. You just continued to lie there, sweat lining your brow as a fever raged your body.

People were giving him weird looks, but no one said anything. Truth be, they were just as worried as he was, but they didn’t understand the extent of Micah’s worry. They can whisper and have their ideas, but no one would truly understand his feelings.

Only you would.

After looking over his shoulder to see that everyone had gone back to their own activities, he reached for your clammy hands. His own gloved hands couldn’t truly feel how warm yours were, but he knew you were suffering.

It made his heart twist in an unfamiliar fashion.

“I can’t lose you.” He whispered, almost nonchalantly to himself as his gloved thumb stroked the back of your hand. Micah didn’t even realize that he said that until Mary Beth spoke up.

“You say something Micah?” She asked kindly, probably being the only member of the gang who was even nice to him. Her voice startled the outlaw, and he dropped your hand quickly. Micah’s eyes darted about as she continued to stare at him. Other gazes soon joined in, so Micah did what he’s does best.

He left the scene.

“Nothin’.” He grumbled as he moved past her, almost running over Arthur as he stepped into the room. As Arthur took a couple steps in, he quickly looked back over his shoulder and yelled something to Micah.

“Micah! Dutch wanted to see you! Micah!” Arthur shouted, but Micah just kept walking. He didn’t know where he was going, but he just knew that he wanted to get out of there. Soon, his mindless walking led him to behind the barn, where he collapsed against the wooden walls in the snow.

Micah felt his heart twist and cramp as a weird sensation came to his eyes. It was a feeling that he hasn’t had except when he was a small boy. A feeling of intense sadness, but he quickly wiped at his eyes.

Micah Bell doesn’t cry.

Nor does he do what he’s about to do.

“This is stupid...a fairytale...but I have no one...n-no one else...” Micah said as his voice stuttered, the tears finally catching up with him.

He prayed.

He truly wanted to shout and say how he felt, but he knew he would be mocked. That’s why he had to keep all the grief and love hidden. Everyone in this gang had someone to lean on, to turn to, but Micah had no one. He had no one to share these deep yet foreign feelings to.

And that made his heart hurt so bad.

“Reverend Swanson is a damn fool...but if there’s any truth in his words...than I need you...even though I don’t deserve you.” Micah said, folding his hands in his lap as he turned his head up to the sky, his eyes glossy with tears that haven’t seen the light in decades.

“Please...Please God...save Y/N...save them...” As Micah said this, he couldn’t contain his emotions. He placed his head in his hands and started sobbing for a bit. It was uneven and shuddering breaths as his body was not used to this sensation.

He did that for a few minutes.

"No one has ever made me feel like this." Micah nearly sobbed after he took a deep breath, removing his hand from his face. His heart was full of so many emotions to the point where it ached so badly.

He was so distraught.

Micah was always capable of solving his problems, whether it be through a bullet or a fast horse. However, if there was one thing that he couldn’t kill no matter how hard he tried, it was disease.

And that was exactly what you needed help with.

He sat there for a few more minutes, occasionally sniffling as he sorted through his emotions. Micah wanted his tears to dry before he even considered going back. Also, he was still in shock from the fact that he prayed to a being he didn’t even believe in.

But if God was as divine as he heard, then it was worth a shot. You needed it more than ever, even if he wasn’t worthy of it.

“Micah! There you are!” Javier’s voice caught his attention, and stoic Micah quickly returned as he got to his feet. Javier eyed him for a minute as a frown came to the blonde’s face.

“Were you...crying?” He asked and Micah snapped.

“Shut your damn mouth.” Micah growled as he began to storm past him. Javier grabbed his arm, and Micah nearly punched him from the contact.

“Hey, I didn’t come here for that. It’s something else.” Javier told him and Micah nearly rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Dutch is pissed and wants to see me.” Micah said with a sigh. But now Javier just shook his head, a slight smile on his face.

“No...well yes...but it’s Y/N. I don’t understand it, but they are doing much better!” He said and Micah couldn’t stop the relief and grin that came to his own face upon hearing those words.

For once, the two men who’ve never been friends, were brought together by shared joy.

Micah took no time in rushing back into that cabin to find everyone else there. You were sitting up, awake, your skin back to its lovely color, but there was one thing he was more relieved to see than anything.

Your smile.

It’s warmth practically lured him towards you. Moving past everyone else, Micah wasted no time in engulfing you in a hug. Normally, he would never have done this, but seeing you alive and well made him so happy that he had to allow his feelings to act.

Your warmth, your scent, and the fact that you hugged him back were all things that just made his heart soar even more.

“Thank you...” He thought to himself as he looked up towards the ceiling, a smile on his face. You hugged him tighter as if you could sense all that he tried to do for you.

Perhaps Micah wasn’t as heartless as people took him to be.

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