-their father, Richard Norris, runs the mob
--Lucy was an arranged marriage, they hate each other
--Francesca was the result of an affair
---Lucy got drunk shortly after seeing the sonogram on Richard Norris’ desk and 9 months later came Ricky
---Francesca’s mother tried to blackmail Richard Norris but he just arranged a car “accident”
----Francesca only survived by accident and was adopted mainly for show
-all three siblings went to posh, private boarding school prior to graduating early and learning the family business
--Richard Norris had to bribe them to cooperate
---definitely the reason they’re all so materialistic
-Francesca is only a half-sibling, but she is DEFINITELY the older sister
-She refers to Ricky and NN as “Ricky and Nicky”
--NN HAAAAATES it
-She and her father, Richard Norris, don’t get along
--Like seriously, he hates her
-The only reason she lives with them is because she survived every murder attempt he threw at her
-and Lucy loves her
-Ricky’s not even that surprised when Francesca shows up in his bedroom
--”Hey, I need help getting rid of a body.”
--”Who?”
--”Dear old dad of course.”
-then the siblings have to talk out what they’re doing now
--Ricky and Francesca share control of the mob
---NN is content to follow orders, he doesn’t really want to be in charge of it all
--and names?
---”I want to start going by Goldsworth to honor Mom.”
----Lucy’s real maiden name is Goldsworth
---”Fabulous. I’m going to keep Norris.”
---”Look, I know you’re not actually related to her, but I’m sure Mom would love it if you changed your name to Goldsworth.”
---”Oh no, I just don’t want Richard Norris the first to come up at all when you research Norris. I want to steal his glory.”
---”Nice.”
-Ricky kidnaps CC for a bit and Francesca is there the entire time
--CC sits at the breakfast table and she just asks him about how he looks for clues and evidence the entire time
---”I don’t believe I’ve met you.”
---”Oh no. My brother likes to watch detectives get frustrated in the interrogation room. I like to watch them get frustrated when they can’t get me in the interrogation room.”
--Ricky goes out for a bit and Francesca just sits on the sofa, crosses her legs over CC’s lap, and goes “so what embarrassing but not incriminating information do you want to know?”
-Banjo comes along as a bumbling mercenary for hire
--”He’s never missed a kill, Ricky. And yet he comes off as such a fool. There’s got to be something more there. He’s secretly a genius or something, I know it.”
--”How are you going to find out?”
--”I’m gonna make out with him.”
-six months later, Ricky is the man of honor and Night Night is also part of the processional
-Francesca and Ricky pair him with Legs without thinking much about it
--soon, Legs is sleeping at their house
--Legs also loves tacky jewelry like Night Night
--Francesca and Ricky see how well they work together and never pair them with other people
-Christmas is quite an affair
--none of them are religious, they’re just greedy
---they actively refer to it as capitalism and lies season
--Ricky almost overwhelms CC with how many presents are under the tree each year
--sometimes CC forgets and just says “your present is that I didn’t arrest you this year, Goldenboy”
---”works for me, Tinman”
--Banjo gets small but really thoughtful presents for Francesca and she nearly swoons each year
--Francesca buys her brothers new ties each year, as well as other presents
--Night Night and Legs like getting each other novelty mugs
--Ricky and Francesca try to give each other more and more elaborate gifts
---Night Night banned them from anything alive
--Night Night just buys everyone clothes
---he has good taste in dresses, Francesca approves
--Lucy Goldsworth gets the most presents of all
Cold Case: A 1940s crime fiction starring Shane Madej as the hardworking PI, CC Tinsley and starring Ryan Bergara as the illusive and intimidating mobster, Ricky Goldsworth
After watching so many buzzfeed unsolved videos, I figured I would make a Film Noir poster for our favourite ghoul boys.
Why the Ovilus is Bullshit in the Finale (Sincerely, a Shaniac)
So, the Ovilus was introduced. And it spazzed out in the little boy’s room, especially when Ryan was interacting with it.
Seems like a big deal, doesn’t it? Well, like the title says, that’s some bullshit, and here’s why, using evidence from Unsolved.
The Ovilus works off environmental factors. One of these factors is electromagnetic fields (EMFs). Electromagnetic fields are a pretty big deal in ghost hunting. I don’t really understand why, but the point of this “big deal” is that this is not the only time we’ve seen electromagnetic fields in Unsolved.
Let’s take it back to the Sallie House real quick. Now, when they’re in the basement (38:25 ish if y’all are wondering), before Shane lies down on the pentagram, the ghost hunter they’ve called in says that his EMF measurements are going crazy because of some device in the Sallie House basement. It’s a “false read” according to the guy who does this for a living. This device is a pretty common thing in houses.
What’s to say that such a device isn’t in the Williams’ house? In fact, I would be more surprised if it wasn’t. And that device has to be somewhere. I would guess the attic, a crawlspace, a basement, or outside, meaning that it could be close but not visible from the little boy’s room. So how does this device play into the Ovilus?
Again, the Ovilus works off the EMF readings. If the EMF readings are messed up because of such a device, then the Ovilus would be messed up too.
The Ovilus is bullshit; but it is entertaining to watch Ryan freak out about it.
Sara just wants to make a little girl’s day, even if that means talking to a super villain. Shane wanted a drink, but then a curly-haired woman interrupts.
Huge shoutout to oneiriad.tumblr.com and katyakora.tumblr.com for the inspiration!
Please tell me if this is something I should continue!
Sara Rubin had sat in Bobby Mackey’s bar for a week, waiting for the feared villain Demon. She worked for Francesca Foundation, which helped kids with terminal illnesses check something off their bucket list. And when a little girl with brown hair, thick glasses, and oodles of drawings decorating her hospital room asked to meet Demon, the workers of Francesca Foundation looked at each other and promised to see if they could get in touch with him. It was an empty promise. Unless you were Sara Rubin.
Sara had marked every single location Demon had ever visited, as far as the public knew. She even managed to find his identity. Shane Alexander Madej. Accountant during the day, Demon by night. And once she found out that Shane Madej frequented Bobby Mackey’s bar, she practically moved into the bar. But it didn’t matter that she had found Demon’s identity.
Sara looked up one night as the doors to Bobby Mackey’s bar swung open, and a grey man strode in. His eyes gleamed red, and when he opened his mouth to greet the bartender, his smile was red as well. Sara could swear blood was dripping from his mouth. Black horns extended from his head. A black coat had two holes where batlike wings expanded from Demon’s chest.
“None of you will call the police, nor contact anyone else about my presence. I’m not here to hurt any of you. I just want a drink,” Demon snarled. Sara felt his words snake around her and shivered. So it was true that Demon could hypnotize people.
But Sara was on a mission. And even Demon’s hypnotism could not stop her. She approached the bar, where Demon had just paid for his scotch. “Sir? May I have a word?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“What is it?” he growled.
“My-my name is Sara Rubin. I work for the Francesca Foundation,” she started.
“I’ve heard of it,” Demon responded, with a dismissive tone.
“And, well, there’s a little girl. Her name is Lacey, and she is a big fan of yours,” Sara continued, her confidence slowly growing. “Her wish was to meet you.”
Demon laughed, a dark chuckle. His arm snaked out to wrap around Sara. Clawed hands ensured she could not escape, and she heard the crowd gasp. “This must be the most ridiculous trick anyone has ever used on me.”
“Sir!” Sara protested, angry now. “It is not a trick! It is a little girl, and God knows why, but for some reason she thinks you’re the greatest and wants to meet you. She is dying, and all I want is to grant her one wish. And goddammit, you will meet her, and you will make it the best day of her life, even if I have to fucking drag you to her hospital room myself, because I did not spend months tracking you down, Shane, for you to laugh it off as some trick!”
Saying his real name must have done something, because he threw back his whiskey and dragged her out of the bar. “Do not tell anyone about this,” Demon hissed to the bar.
Sara closed her eyes, clutched her folder of Lacey’s information to her chest, and prayed that she would live past the night.
“I need a guarantee that the police won’t be there waiting for me.”
“You have it.”
“And that comes of your own free will, not that hypnotism I pulled back in the bar.”
“Yes sir. I have all of the details in this folder, if you would like to get her hospital room address. You could show up at any time, although ideally during normal day hours so you didn’t wake her up. The police would have no advance warning, nor would any superheroes.”
“You said my first name. How did you know it?”
“I did my research. I did keep it private, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Indeed. But since you already have my name,” Demon pondered. His horns became less and less opaque, his wings increasingly more misty, even his clothing faded away to a crisp, grey suit. His skin lost its gray color, and hair appeared where his horns had been. It was a fluffy, almost golden brown, and Sara was slightly reminded of a squirrel. His clothes, instead of being dark and foreboding, were now a soft looking sweater with a plaid blue and red collar poking out. His eyes were a chocolate brown, and the blood dripping from his mouth was completely gone. He extended a business card to her. “Give me her information. I’ll give you mine, and the next time a child asks for a villain, I’ll see if I have any connections to help you out.”
“Really?” Sara gasped, exchanging her folder for Shane’s business card. “Thank you!”
“Well, it looks like this Lacey girl is quite fond of me and I’d never want to disappoint a fan.” He disappeared into the night with Sara’s green folder, and Sara smiled to herself before calling a cab home.
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