I keep having to knock stink bugs off my lemon basil. Makes me feel like Princess Bubblegum waiting for the varmints.
If anyone knows how to keep the stink bugs away advice would be appreciated! Was hoping that sandwiching the basil between my lavender and rosemary would be a deterrent but stronger actions are necessary. I had armed myself to be on the lookout for aphids not stink bugs.
Theory: In MAG 181, Annabelle tells Martin “Don’t worry, Martin. We’ll meet again. Hopefully when you’re feeling a little bit more… open-minded.” This clearly means that when Jon and Martin finally make it to Hill Top Road, Annabelle will walk out and just shoot Martin. Or hit him over the head. The details aren’t important
Replaying Book 1 of TWC and I had forgotten that Murphy says “I want years of use out of you, Detective.”
…but like… what if he managed that?
…and UB didn’t find the detective for years?
So I said I would get back to this and I finally finished off the doodles
Breakdown under the cut
If UB hadn’t found Noa for years, she would have been emotionally destroyed. Her initial reaction to the supernatural world and to vampires was fear. She didn’t want to know at first and it isn’t really until book 2 that Noa’s fear becomes curiosity. If she had been left with Murphy, she would have fought until her very bones broke but eventually she would have become a shell of her former self. They would have found her thin, emaciated and unrestrained because she wouldn’t have even had the strength to try and escape anymore. Noa would probably live with her mother again, get an old dog for some calm, constant companionship, go to therapy and then maybe take up mechanics again but she would never choose to return to law enforcement. In fact, she’d probably move away from Wayhaven in the end. I don’t know if she would be able to trust UB or see them the same again
She definitely wouldn’t be able to handle Farah’s energy anymore or Morgan’s abrasiveness as a best friend but maybe Nat could break through. Maybe
If UB hadn’t found Maggie for years, she would have eventually joined Murphy. Her response to the supernatural world was having an inkling and thinking it was cool. She would have been afraid of Murphy at first, maybe fought back a little and lost an eye, but if her wits failed her in facilitating an escape, she would have just flipped in the end. Why try to beat them if you can join them? UB would have found her and she would have just pointed a gun in their faces.
“Did you miss me, Baby?”
Maggie’s pretty badass but not enough to fight off four vampires so when she would have inevitably been captured, she’d have ended up in jail. This version of Maggie could have been brought back to the right side again though, or maybe a neutral side. She’d never be allowed to work in law enforcement again but years down the line, she wouldn’t say no to being an informant. After all, she would have learned a lot working with Murphy
Ava would never trust her again probably and I’m guessing Farah would be instructed to stay away as a best friend but Morgan? FWB for sure because she’s evil trash but she’s hot evil trash
*This piece of art does not glorify nor agree with any extreme viewpoint nor ideology, it is merely artistic expression*
I drew a small design that incooperated many historical elements from Modern German History as I was learning it (German History has always been rather interesting)
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
a/n: should i wait till morning to post this? maybe. will i? FUCK NO! i’M TOO EXCITED TO BE BACK AFTER 3 FUCKING MONTHS!!!!!!
cw: killing/murder, bad parents (non-specific), swearing, guns/shooting
“I’ve got this, I’ve got this, I’ve got this. I don’t even know why I’m—OH-WHOA! That was a little sp-spooky,” Hero’s Kid singsonged to herself, briskly tearing through the underbrush, breaking past limbs that clung almost as tightly to her as her mother’s projection.
Hero’s Kid was still in shock. This entire time, she had been told, overandover,that Villain was an evil, coldhearted criminal—one who could never be trusted, one who was dangerous. But in all actuality, Hero had been killing people to keep them quiet, threatening them to cover her tracks, covering her bloodstained hands with gloves of manipulation. Each accusation against Villain was truly a confession of her own. Hero was evil.
Holding this fury at being lied to for years close to her, Hero’s Kid was well on her way to tell the truth, now at a steady jog across town.
Back in the woods, Villain and Sidekick called orders through the walkie-talkies to only defend; not attack. This wouldn’t be a bloodbath unless Hero called for one.
“Villain, I know you’re out there, you scheming bastard,” Hero yelled, pistol held upright as she approached the shed.
“Sounds like you’re afraid of me,” he called back.
“I’mnot, dumbass, I’m sick of your bullshit. Give me my daughter; that’s why we’re all here. And where is my son??”
“In the shed,” Villain replied coolly, unfazed by this fake care for Hero’s Kid.
“Come out, then,” Hero demanded.
“Nah. No thanks.”
Snap.
Hero began firing shots at the shed, and her backup followed suit, shooting rounds into the empty house like homicidal maniacs. Seeing no one evacuate, Hero held up her hand, waving them off. “Alright, alright already! Idiots! Just because I fucking fire doesn’t mean all of youshould!”
Villain laughed a hearty laugh from his hiding spot. “That was brilliant, Hero! Wasting all of your bullets on an old shed? Go on, do it again.”
“I suggest you shut the fuck up,” Hero snapped angrily, reloading her pistol.
“Again; no thanks.”
Knock, knock, knock.
“Hello? Mr. Mayor??” Hero’s Kid called out, out of breath from the remainder of her sprint.
It took a lot of convincing for the secretary to even let her in, and having The Mayor not even respond raised her heart into her throat. Hero’s Kid knocked again, tears pricking at her waterline.
This could be our one shot…
“M-Mr. Mayor? Please?”
“And just what do you think you’re doing??” Hero’s Husband demanded, approaching Hero’s Kid with a ferocity Hero’s Kid had never seen before.
She pinned herself against The Mayor’s door, eyes wide. What is he doing here??
“Please,please, Dad, I only wanted to—”
“You wanted to snitch, didn’t you? You changed sides, because you’re a little traitor. After everything we’ve done for you, too? Let’s go. We can’t keep doing this with you. I can’t believe you!” Hero’s Husband snarled.
“Dad, don’t! I was just trying t—”
“To get back at your mother? For doing the right thing?” he yelled, reaching for Hero’s Kid’s arm.
Before he could grab her wrist, The Mayor’s door swung open. “I beg your pardon? Is there a problem out here?” The Mayor asked.
“No,” Hero’s Husband replied, shooting daggers at Hero’s Kid with a gaze of warning. “Everythi—”
“Y-yes!Please, Hero’s my m-mom and I know she w-works for you but I need to talk to you, please, sir, please—she’s doing something wrong, she’s…please, do you h-have a minute, I have to talk to you, Mr. Mayor, please!” Hero’s Kid begged, tears threatening to pool over.
The Mayor looked between Hero’s Kid and Hero’s Husband, seeing the desperation in one and rage in the other. “Come inside.”
Hero’s Kid bolted for the office, and when Hero’s Husband attempted to follow, The Mayor put his arm across the doorjamb. “Not you. Wait in the hall.”
Hero’s Kid took deep breaths to calm herself down as The Mayor locked the door behind him for security.
You’ve got this, sweetie. You’ve got this.
“So you; you’re Hero’s Kid. I’ve seen you around,” The Mayor began, taking a seat behind his desk. “You said Hero’s doing something wrong? What is she doing wrong?”
Hero’s Kid sat down in front of him, tapping her foot anxiously. “I-I know it might be hard to believe, sir, since…since you don’t know her like I do. But…but she says that V-Villain is the one killing people, a-and hurting others; she even says she-she is helping other people, but…but she isn’t. Villain and Sidekick have only ever helped others, sir, I…” A tear plopped into Hero’s Kid’s lap. “Hero—she’s the one killing innocent people. I’m sure it’s hard to b-believe—”
“It isn’t,” The Mayor answered, shaking his head. “I’ve had my doubts about Hero for a long time. Always wondered why she was so quick to be loved by all, and it was always so suspicious how people who filed complaints against her quickly turned up dead, presumably by Villain. But it’s not something the town would want to believe.”
Shocked that The Mayor was on her side, Hero’s Kid stared up at him in hope. “Can’t you help them believe it, sir? …All due respect.”
The Mayor shrugged quietly. “Afraid. See, I’d be attacked, too—who knows who by? I’m not strong enough to go against someone like Hero.”
“That’s what Villain thought until Hero went after his friend.”
“What?”
“Villain actually thought he wasn’t strong enough to go after Hero—that’s why he never did—until she killed Sidekick’s and his close friend. The two of them taught trainees petty crimes as a coverup; a distraction; so they could warn whoever was on her hit list before they could be reached. Villain and Sidekick are good people, Mr. Mayor. My mom…isn’t. You’re not the only one afraid of her, but if we all stood up against her, we could actually take her down,” Hero’s Kid encouraged.
“So Villain wasn’t really committing mass murder, eh? Hm. I believe it. Villain was always my best student.”
“Huh? Student?”
The Mayor smiled at the curiosity. “Your mom and Villain trained at the academy where I was instructor; many years ago. Villain didn’t like the path Hero took. Don’t blame him. I could look into expunging his record if we really take Hero down. I just have to think of how.There’s not a goddamn way I can think of.”
The two sat in mutual silence for a few moments, both baffled not only by their shared disappointment, but their lack of ideas, until:
“Wait, Mr. Mayor… Doesn’t she have to…wear a body cam when she’s at work? Does anyone ever check that footage?”
“—about to snap, I just reallywant her to die,” Sidekick snapped, getting upset at Hero’s monolog.
“NO, don’t kill her, Sidekick, we can capture the four of them in a minute, now hold on,” Villain replied.
“Capture?? That’s not enough! She is explaining to us how she hurt Hero’s Kid!” came the whispered protest. “That’s fucked!”
“I know.”
“She’s a KID!”
Villain nodded, staring at the 20 men already taken down, not one of them from Villain’s side. “I know.”
The training methods Hero’s Kid had taught them worked. Stealth, precision, stamina. Each of them had been accounted for in this battle of wits and timing, until…
Crack.
A bullet rang out from Sidekick’s gun.
He had had enough. Enough of the endless monologuing, enough of the lies. When Hero’s right hand man went down, Villain grabbed Sidekick’s gun from him and widened his eyes when a shot and blood splatter followed. Sidekick had been hit, right in the arm, but was able to keep mostly quiet.
“I told you not to fucking shoot just because you were angry!” Villain whisper-yelled, torniquiting Sidekick’s bicep.
Seeing Hero and the remaining 3 begin to approach their long-term hiding place, Villain picked up the radio and gave the signal. “Close in the best you can; we’ve got to capture them; close in and capture carefully,” he ordered, hearing his phone buzz.
He checked it quickly.
-good news: the mayor is going 2 help us he believes us. i hope everything is going ok there you got this s**t
Villain looked up in time to see Hero get tackled by 4 members of his team, leaving a semi-conscious Sidekick and sprinting for the finals to help. He was able to send a reply within 8 minutes.
-Going fine, kid. Great work; meet you in town. Send Sidekick well wishes, he got a boo-boo.
Some of the group took Sidekick to the emergency room, and the rest transported Hero and her surviving crew to The Mayor.
They’d see if he was truly going to help them now.
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