every day i wake up and thank god that it’s gerard singing “can we give ourselves one more chance? why can’t we give love that one more chance? why can’t we give love, give love, give love…”
and that it’s bert singing “cause love’s such an old-fashioned word, and love dares you to care about the people living on the edge. and love dares you to change how we care about ourselves. this is our last dance. this is our last dance. this is us” in under pressure.
yes i know they skew rather tall but i mostly know people taller than me dispite being 5’5 so to me this is natural, i know someone who’s 6’5 in real life the only truly crazy one to me is mccracken which is on purpose! the ages are as of perilous journey!
i only included ethnicity for characters who have one canonically or who those who i have a particular one in mind.
due to the length of the image descriptions i’m putting the text under a cut, but they’re still in the alt text in full.
[ID in alt text: five images containing tmbs characters in a height chart decreasing in height from left to right
first image, the tallest end of the height chart, with three characters: Mccracken, SQ pedalian, and Sharpe in that order.
Mccracken is "7'0, 45, and irish" he is drawn tall and broad wearing his pinstriped ten man suit with a white pocket square, a black tie, and two watches. his pushed back hair is ginger at the root and dyed black. he's smirking and has a few freckles on his face.
SQ pedalian is "6'5, 20, and jewish/italian" he is very rectangular in shape, standing with his arms hugging himself. he has a white and orange T-shirt on, ripped jeans, and old brown boots. he has fluffy dark brown hair, rosy cheeks, lots of freckles, a scar on his right wrist, and noticeable arm hair.
Sharpe is “6’2 and 37” he is thinner and has one hand up waving. he has on the pinstriped ten man suit with a white pocket square his pants are wide leg and creased in the front, you can see one of his watches. he has large circular glasses, pushed back black hair and a more light brown skin tone.
the second image, the second tallest area in the height chart with three characters: Moocho Brazos, Number Two, and Garrotte in that order.
Moocho Brazos is “6’1, 40, and Mexican” he is very wide and is standing with his hands on his hips. he is wearing a yellow shirt, purple pants, and a cream apron with purple and green florals. he has a warm brown skin tone, a large black mustache that goes straight outward on either side, a chin dimple, and black hair that is parted in the middle and also looks a bit like a mustache.
Number Two is “6’1, 25, and east asian” she is thin and standing tall. she is wearing a yellow short sleeve button up with a black shirt underneath (making the neckline look like pencil tip), white cuffed jeans with a yellow bandana tied in some of the belt loops, and yellow sneakers. she has short wavy red hair but dark roots, dark eye bags, and her skin has more yellow undertones.
Garrotte is “6’0 and 47” he is fat and wide at the shoulders. he is wearing the pinstriped ten man uniform with a white pocket square and has two watches. he has light red-brown hair parted in the middle that is more thick, he has a beard and mustache that obscure his mouth, and a bat-like upturned triangular nose.
the third image, the middle height area of the height chart containing four characters: Jillson, Milligan Wetherall, Crawlings, and Martina Crowe in that order.
Jillson is “5’11 and 26” she is muscular and is standing with her hands on her hips, she is wearing a muted purple t-shirt and muted green cargo pants and geyish combat boots. she has brownish black hair with micro bangs parted in the middle and a slicked ponytail tied with wire and pale skin.
Milligan Wetherall is “5’10 and 38”. he’s wearing a greenish grey blazer jacket with the sleeves rolled up over a warm grey button up, a belt, brown scuffed pants, and brown combat boots. he has dirty blond hair, a scruffy chin, visible arm hair, and paler skin.
Crawlings is “5’10 and 35” he’s wearing the pinstriped ten man suit with a white pocket square and more baggy rumpled pants. he is bald, has only his left eyebrow, and has a reddish undertone to his skin.
Martina Crowe is “5’8, 17, and indian”. she is standing with her arms crossed and is wearing a pinkish red T-shirt, jeans, and light yellow sneakers. her black hair is in a neat ponytail and she has blunt neat bangs, her skin is a warm brown and she has a mole on her left cheek.
the fourth image, the second shortest area of the height chart with 4 characters: Jackson, Nicholas Benedict, Ledroptha Curtain, and Kate Wetherall in that order.
Jackson is “5’7 and 26” he is fat and is wearing a grey collarless asymmetrical button up, a brown belt, and khaki pants. he has wavy ginger hair, freckles, and paler skin.
Nicholas Benedict is “5’6, 65, and Dutch” he is fat and is wearing a green plaid suit over a white button up and a black and grey striped tie. the plaid has a lighter base and a darker pattern. he has white hair that is curly and fluffed up, thick square glasses, a rosy round nose, a 5 o’clock shadow, and a duller skin tone.
Ledroptha Curtain is “5’6, 65, and Dutch” he is fat and is wearing a green plaid suit over a white button up and a black and grey striped tie. the plaid has a darker base and a lighter pattern. he has white hair that is slicked back, reflective aviator sunglasses, a rosy round nose, and a duller skin tone.
Kate Wetherall is “5’4 and 13” she is standing with her fists on her hips with a big smile. she is wearing a red and white striped T-shirt, Jeans with a belt that is holding a red bucket, and red sneakers. she has a messy blonde ponytail and bangs, and paler skin.
last image, the shortest end of the height chart, with four characters: Rhonda Kazembe, Sticky Washington, Reynie Muldoon, and Constance Contraire in that order.
Rhonda Kazembe is “5’1, 21, and Zambian” she is a bit pear shaped, she is wearing a mint green cardigan, a white T-shirt, purple pants, and black mary jane’s with white socks. she has braids in her black hair, and very dark brown skin.
Sticky Washington is “5’1 and 12” he is wearing a blue sweater over a white button up, white pants, and brown shoes. he is bald, has large round glasses, and has dark brown skin.
Reynie Muldoon is “5’0, 12, and Filipino” he is wearing a green sweater vest with a dark stripe, a short sleeve button up, brown pants, and white shoes. he has short side parted black hair, lots of freckles, and light brown skin.
Constance Contraire is “3’6 and 4” she is wearing a red raincoat over a yellow dress, a blue pendant on a necklace, blue leggings, and red rain boots. she has wild very light almost white blonde hair that is slightly darker at the root, two red hair clips, rosy cheeks, and pale skin with red undertones.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton Lee Stewart
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: McCracken & Milligan (The Mysterious Benedict Society), mccracken-typical one-sided mccracken/milligan vibes
Characters: Milligan (The Mysterious Benedict Society), McCracken (The Mysterious Benedict Society), ft. Nicholas Benedict
Additional Tags: Angst, Emotionally Hurt Milligan Wetherall, Amnesia, Pre-Canon, book canon (no show canon, except whatever minor influences may shine through), admittedly this has a wibbly vibes-based relationship to canon, Ambiguity. Just In General., Self-Doubt, Fear/Guilt, mccracken with no idea how funny hes being right now: look milligan! we're like twins!, Milligan's Past, Depression, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MILK IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, Ambiguous/Open Ending, technically Hurt/Comfort but i glossed over the comfort so bad, Memory Loss, memory theft, sorry if ooc i triy :(
Summary:
McCracken promises him that they are just the same.
Going with 36 for this! I know you didn't want it to be a cliffhanger, Milk, but my writing brain has evidently broken as of a couple days ago, so I'm afraid this is all I have for now
Milligan swallowed hard. "I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just let him go."
McCracken laughed, deep and throaty, teeth flashing not unlike a wolf. “Oh, so it seems we've found a weak spot! Why this one, hm, Milligan? Why this man?”
Milligan felt his breath catch in his throat. Could he bluff his way out of this one? “No reason,” he managed to say with only a slight, imperceptible shake to his voice, “Just a shmuck from the street who shouldn't have to be subjected to your company a moment longer than necessary. You know how serious I am about protecting innocent bystanders.”
“I don't think I believe you.” McCracken grinned. “What say you, we ask the man of the hour, instead of playing our little games without him?”
He moved swiftly to the door, disappearing for a few seconds before returning, dragging a stumbling, bound, blindfolded, and gagged man behind hims. He yanked the dirty rag out of the man's mouth.
“Kate!” He immediately yelled, whipping around and trying to dislodge the blindfold. “Where is Kate? Is she safe? What have you done with her?”
Milligan cringed. There went any hope of convincing the Ten Man of his lie, however slim it was.
“‘Kate’?” McCracken sounded delighted. “So you do know the Wetheralls. How wonderful. Now,” he continued, carefully pulling down the blindfold, “would you mind telling me your name?”
The man caught his breath upon seeing the face of the kidnapper, firmly sealing his lips shut.
“Come on, now,” McCracken crooned, reaching a hand out to squeeze the man's shoulder.
He spat at the Ten Man, hissing in disgust. “I will never tell you anything, you miserable excuse for a hired goon. I've met ballerinas more threatening.”
McCracken stilled as the spit flecked his polished shoes. Milligan groaned.
Upon hearing the sound, the man turned to see him, paling as they made eye contact.
“Milligan?” He whispered. “But if you're– Where are– Who's protecting the children?”
McCracken laughed again, great, booming guffaws that reverberated throughout the empty cement-walled room. “So this is him! The little ‘strongman’ from beloved Kate's dear old circus. How magnificent. I wish we could have met sooner! How are you, my friend?”
Moocho flinched at every word, eyes continuously darting back to Milligan.
“Leave him be, McCracken.” He said quietly. “We all know I'm the one you want.”
“And isn't it just grand?” The Ten Man's smirk grew wider. “Here we have, hand delivered, a way to make you talk. I really couldn't have planned it better myself.”
“Let. Him. Go.” Milligan growled, attempting to draw himself up, even as he was restrained.
“No.” McCracken all of a sudden sounded disinterested, stepping away from Moocho. “No, I don't think I will.” He moved closer to Milligan, until he was right in his face. “I think I want to make him regret ever meeting you first.”
McCracken: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.
McCracken: I just want someone to take me out.
Crawlings: On a date?
Garrotte: With a sniper gun?
Sharpe: Both if you're not a coward.
McCracken: What’s up? I’m back.
Hertz: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead
McCracken: Death is a social construct.
Sharpe: Next time I'm at the pet store, I'm gonna take a hamster and drop it in the scorpion cage. I wanna see what a hamster's face looks like when it goes, "oh, f***."
Crawlings: Sharpe, we need that!
Sharpe, holding Garrotte over a trash can: Nope.
Crawlings: Gimme it—
Sharpe: It’s garbage.
Sharpe: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Crawlings way.
Mortis: Isn't that the wrong way?
Sharpe: Yes, but it's faster.
Bludgins: Did you miss me while I was gone?
Sharpe: You were gone?
McCracken: Okay, let's split 'em up and make 'em sing.
Sharpe: Two of you take Kate, the other two take Constance.
Garrotte: Right. Bad cop, good cop.
Crawlings: You know, it's interesting that they say "bad cop, good cop," because policing in this country is so broken it's really just "bad cop, bad cop".
Sharpe: Garrotte, you're with them.
Garrotte: Got it.
Hertz: Hey guys! I drew everyones soul!
Sharpe: Why is Mr. Curtain's a monster?
Mr. Curtain: Hertz, you forgot Sharpe's! Its only an empty space!
Hertz, proudly: Exactly.
Mortis' unnamed partner is helping Mortis break out of prison
Mortis' unnamed partner: Sooo… Does this make us partners in crime?
Mortis: Don’t push it.
Mortis' unnamed partner: Oh my gosh, we can be like Harley Quinn and the Joker!
Mortis: If you don’t stop talking, they’re adding “murder” to the charges.
Crawlings, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
Crawlings: How did none of you hear what I just said?!
Kate: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.
Sticky: I got distracted halfway through.
Constance: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
