I’m pretty sure Team Rocket’s reaction in the Alolan Dugtrio episode was based in Sharaku’s ukiyo-e art.

(and that in the background is The Great Wave off Kanagawa bruh)

drawing front face view

as I promised I will show you the steps for drawing faces with a very easy way I hope so 

first, you have to draw a circle and it doesn’t have to be a perfect one 

and now I will cut it in half and you don’t have to be very precise because people usually don’t have faces with perfect measurements

and now I will add the lines for the chin

now I will show you how to add the Eyebrow and the eyes and the nose lines

PS: notice the nose line is at the end of the circle line 

now I will add the lips and I will draw the nose and the ears before drawing the eyes 

now I will draw the eyes circles 

and AS you see I add 3  circles the one in the middle is important for the space between the eyes and the nose and now I will draw the hair line and start to draw the eyes 

PS: here you can see 2 hair lines the red one is if you want to draw a man face the hair line should be closer to the eyes 

and the brown hair line is for women’s face 

I also added an eyes curves shape to show you how to draw eyes 

to show you how to draw the eyes 

now the hair line 

and the eyes lines with the lips 

Notice now I will start to cleaning and add more details 

also face hair drawing 

thanks for reading the long post for questions and more face steps drawing ask me 

Jessy <3

Let's face it...

Jessie Mueller owns She Used To Be Mine.
What Baking Can Do belongs to Sara Bareilles.
And Betsy Wolfe? I’d take her Everything Changes every single time.

PS: I’m talking rehearsals/non-show versions.

Injuries Pt. 2 (Chris Motionless)

Here it is:) Gif not mine.  Part 1

     The boys walked off of the stage after their performance, laughing and patting each other on the back. So far, this show had been the craziest one of the entire tour. Adrenaline still pounded through Chris’ blood as he walked over to his tour manager to grab a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

     “Great shows guys! That was awesome. You have an interview in a few hours, but until then you’re free to do whatever you want.” Their tour manager said, handing each member a towel and water bottle. “Just be sure you’re all back at the bus before then.”

     They all nodded their heads and turned to hand their equipment to the techs. Once they had finished putting their instruments away, they walked down the stairs at the back of the stage.

     “I don’t know about all of you, but I’m going to go back to the bus and change. I wreak.” Vinny pulled his shirt away from his body and scrunched up his nose once he got a whiff of himself. The rest of the guys nodded in agreement and began to walk in the direction of their tour bus.

     “Actually I’m going to head over to the table and see if the girls need any help,” Chris pointed towards their merch table where he could see a huge crowd gathering.

     The rest of the guys looked at each other with smirks, trying to hold in their laughter. “And by see if they need help, you mean see if (Y/N) needs help… with anything.” Ryan winked at Chris which caused all of the guys to start laughing.

     “Haha. Funny,” Chris rolled his eyes at his friends. “You guys know how busy it gets at the table. Plus, I saw the crew unloading huge boxes from the trailer, and the girls probably need help unpacking all of them.”

     “Well let’s go then,” Ricky turned to walk towards their merch table with the rest of the guys following.

     “Wait… what?” Chris looked at Ricky with wide eyes. “I thought you were going back to the bus.”

     “Well we wouldn’t want our girls to be overwhelmed, would we? So we’re going to go help them out.” Ricky turned back to look at Chris, who had a dumbfounded look on his face. “Relax. We aren’t going to try to steal away your girl… Maybe.” The guys burst into fits of laughter, and continued to make their way to the table.

     Chris stared after his friends in shock. They wouldn’t really try anything with (Y/N). Would they? Shaking himself from his shock, Chris began to follow his friends to the table, grumbling something about putting bleach in shampoo bottles.

     When they got to the table, the band was met with the many cheers of their fans. This immediately brightened Chris’ mood, but what really put a smile on his face was when he caught sight of (Y/N), selling merch and taking pictures with some fans. He started to make his way over to say hi, but before he could reach her, Ricky, Vinny, and Ryan tackled her in a hug.

     “Hey guys,” the smaller girl laughed, hugging her three friends back, “What’s up?”

     “Oh you know. Playing shows, Meeting fans. Hugging pretty girls,” Vinny squeezed (Y/N) tighter, and smirked at Chris over her shoulder.

     “Shut up,” (Y/N) pushed the guys off of her and smiled up at them. When the guys feigned hurt looks for being pushed away, she laughed and said, “You know I love all of you, but you all need a shower.” They all laughed and made kissy faces at her before turning to hug Jessie, who had been watching Chris’ less-than pleased expression, and talking to Ghost.

     When she saw the boys walking towards her she said, “Oh hell no. I’m with (Y/N). You guys stink.” The three guys ignored her and started to chase her around the tent.

     With Vinny, Ricky, and Ryan chasing Jessie, Chris walked up behind (Y/N) and leaned forward to talk into her ear. “Hey.”

     (Y/N) spun around to look at Chris, “Hey.”

     “Do I have to take a shower before I hug you?”

     “Hmm… for you I guess I can make an exception.”

     Laughing, Chris stepped towards (Y/N), wrapping his arms around the smaller girl’s waist, while she wrapped her arms around his neck. They stayed like that for a few seconds before awkwardly pulling away from each other.

     Chris rubbed the back of his neck before offering to help (Y/N) with the growing line of people, which she agreed to. While they walked back to the line, they didn’t notice the five pairs of eyes watching their little moment.

     “We have to do something. This is getting ridiculous.” Jessie gestured towards Chris and (Y/N).

     “I know. They just need to get together already. Or at least go on a date.” Ryan took a bracelet from on of the merch boxes and started tossing it around. He threw it at Vinny, who wasn’t paying attention, which caused the drummer to stumble into a huge stack of boxes that had been haphazardly piled into the tent, and almost knocked them over.

     “Careful dude. If you make those boxes fall, it could really hurt someone.” Once the pile had stopped swaying, Ghost walked over to Vinny to move him away from the tower of merch and equipment boxes.

     “Maybe if one of them landed on their heads, it’d knock some sense into them.” Ryan nodded his head towards Chris and (Y/N), who had just finished taking a picture together for a fan.

     “ Are you nuts? If one of those things landed on (Y/N), it’d crush her. And I don’t know about you guys, but I prefer my friends to be, oh I don’t know, breathing,” Ricky inched away from the unstable pile, eyeing it wearily.

     “Guys, forget about the stupid boxes. There’s a more important matter to deal with. It’s obvious that those two are crazy about each other, but they’re too oblivious to even realize it.” Jessie rubbed her temples in exasperation “I think that it’s about time that they had a little outside help.” She looked up at the, hopefully, soon to be couple, and grinned.

     “I know that look. That’s your meddling look. What are you thinking?” Ghost turned to look at Jessie curiously.

     She looked over at Chris and (Y/N) to make sure that they weren’t paying attention, and motioned for the guys to form a circle. “We all know that Chris is really protective right?” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, remembering all of the times that Chris had intervened when a guy was making (Y/N) uncomfortable. “But he also gets jealous pretty easily.” when the boys looked at her in confusion, she said, “oh come on guys. You can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t noticed that every time one of you hugs (Y/N), he practically rips you apart with his eyes.”

     They all turned to look at (Y/N), who happened to be hugging a fan, with Chris standing off to the side. At first glance his expression was blank, but the guys could see the fire that was burning in his eyes.

     “Ok. Point taken. So what’s your plan?” Ricky, and the rest of the guys, leaned closer to hear Jessie.

     “We play a little game of jealousy my friends.” The wide grin that Jessie had on her face made all of the guys extremely nervous.

     “Are you trying to get us killed?” Vinny looked at her with wide eyes.

     “Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not saying that you have to go make out with her. The object of the game is to get him jealous, not murderous. Just, you know, flirt a little. It shouldn’t really take all that long to get a reaction out of Chris. Piece of cake.”

     “With Chris, jealous and murderous might as well be the same thing,” Ricky mumbled, and after receiving a glare from Jessie he said, “I mean I guess. Whatever helps right?”

     “I call using the ‘Are you from Tennessee’ line.” Vinny raised his hands to call dibs on the cheesy pickup line.

     “What? No way dude. that’s my line. Use another one,” Ryan pushed Vinny’s hand down and the two began to argue about who’s pickup line it was.

     (Y/N) was walking towards the stack of boxes to get more shirts out when she saw Ryan grab Vinny in a headlock. Suddenly, Vinny pushed Ryan off of him and into the pile of boxes that (Y/N) was standing in front of. She watched with wide eyes as multiple, heavy boxes came falling directly on top of her, and she collapsed under the weight with a scream of pain, and surprise.

     She heard various voices scream, “(Y/N)!” before her head collided with the ground, and everything went black.

Finally! Part two. I’m so so sorry that this took so long. School has seriously been kicking my butt, and I barely have time to sleep, let alone write. So to make up for it, I tried to make this part a little longer than the last. ANYWAYS, as always, constructive criticism is always welcome:) I honestly have no idea when the next part will be up, but hopefully it’ll be soon. Thank you for reading.~Salem


Sexy Rhett Moments

It’s no secret that I like making lists. And tonight I wanna list down all the moments when I was insanely ridiculously attracted to Rhett. Where he wasn’t cute or sweet, but downright sexy to me :D (Because that’s the kind of mood I’m in right now) And before anyone attacks me for objectifying him, please take a look at a previous list I made about all the reasons I love him <3

Sexy Rhett Moments:

  1. All the GMMs when he started with his hair down and then styled it up.
  2. Whenever he starts beating the strings of his guitar with his nails to play it rhythm style.
  3. That one time he talked about being angry with Jessie and expressing it to her for forgetting her purse somewhere.
  4. That one GMM where he flexed his muscles and that visual completely drowned whatever the heck Link was talking about.
  5. Every time he takes off his blindfolds and flashes his sexy squinty smile.
  6. That wink when he sips from his GMMug ;)
  7. When he stroked his beard in “How to kill a beard”
  8. When he stands up and you realise that the top of their desk barely grazes his knees. 
  9. That time when he had math written on his chest.
  10. When he almost told us off for not liking YouTube Red, like a strict teacher.
  11. When he had maple syrup poured on him, and looked utterly delicious.
  12. That time when he got out of the sensory deprivation tank with wet hair, and you know he’s naked.
  13. That time he impersonated Jeff Goldblum while Link told his proposal story.
  14. The photobooth part of “I am a thoughtful guy”.
  15. When he talked about going around the house in his underwear nailing and mounting things on walls, and then taking his wife out on a date.
  16. That time when he pretended to do complex mathematical calculations and designing an arch bridge.
  17. When he submerged himself in chicken noodle soup, and emerged and looked absolutely edible.
  18. That time he made out with several tacos.
  19. That time he yelled, “Get off of that cord Locke!” (BTS of Guacamole Song) like a strict daddy
  20. Whenever he wears a freaking suit.
  21. When he talked about making some videos for his wife, and Link was like “You really gonna talk about that?”
  22. When he played the saxophone in “What Women Want”
  23. Tooth Fairy Rhett.
  24. When he brought out the macaroni sculpture he made for Christy.
  25. His voice while singing “Sideburns that are not even” in the OCD song.
  26. The face he made while getting the Jessie tattoo.
  27. The face he made while admitting he liked the caviar cookie.
  28. That first episode with the baby beard (yes, the entire episode)
  29. When he ate a hundred million berries in the GMMore with Strawburry17.
  30. When he sat down flashing his freshly waxed chest at us.
  31. Whenever he says “I’m six foot seven”

I’m sure there are a million more moments, but my sleepy brain can’t think of any more right now. I guess I’ll be adding to this list every now and then :) And anyone reading this, feel free to add too :)

Injuries Pt. 1 (Chris Motionless)

I’m planning on this to be at least two parts. This is my first story that I’ve written, so I would really appreciate any feedback:) thank you.
The picture doesn’t belong to me.
Warnings: None that I can think of:)

Part 2

     Motionless in White blasted through the speakers as the band performed their set at the Vans Warped Tour festival. Fans screamed along to the songs, some moshing, while others fought to get as close to the barricade as possible.

     “Thank you Warped Tour,” Chris began to say into the mic after the song had finished, “You’ve been fantastic. For our last song, we’re going to do a throwback. Don’t forget to visit our merch tent, and while you’re there make sure to say hi to our very lovely friend (Y/N). She’ll be out there selling all day, so show her a little love.”

     The crowd turned to face Motionless’ merch tent, which was directly across from the stage, where (Y/N) waved and gave a thumbs up to the band, and the crowd. She blew a kiss to Chris, which he caught with a cheeky grin.

     “Alright. This song is called Abigail, and I know that all of you know it. So I wanna hear you scream with me.” The song started and the crowd began to scream along with Chris as he sang.

     From the tent, (Y/N) jumped up and down, singing along with the fans. After a few moments, she turned to look at her friend, and fellow merchandise seller, Jessie, who had a smirk on her face.

     “What’s with the smirk?”

     “What was going on with you and Chris earlier?” The older of the two raised one of her eyebrows teasingly at the flustered girl.

     “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” (Y/N) picked up a t-shirt, and began folding it, trying desperately to look anywhere but her friend’s smirking face.

     Jessie walked over and took the folded shirt out of (Y/N)’s hands, and turned the shorter girl by her shoulders to face her. “I’m talking about that little shout out that he gave you.”

     “He was just telling people to say hi to me,” (Y/N) began to pick at her nails, a habit she had developed when she would get uncomfortable; and the suspicious stare that her friend was giving her was definitely making her uncomfortable.

     “He called you ‘our lovely friend’. Lovely, (Y/N).”

     “So? He’s called you stuff like that before,” she winced as she picked at a hangnail on her thumb, trying to ease her nerves. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

     Jessie started to dance around the tent singing, “(Y/N) and Chris. Sitting in a tree. F-U-C-,” (Y/N) quickly sprung forward and covered her friend’s mouth to keep her from finishing her song.

     “Shhh. Stop saying that!” There was a bright blush beginning to dust her cheeks, and she looked around to make sure that no one had heard what Jessie had been singing. Slowly uncovering the other’s mouth, (Y/N) backed away from her laughing friend, and went back to getting the table ready for all of the fans that were sure to come by after the set.

     Catching her breathe after her laughing fit, Jessie walked toward (Y/N), “Well, well. Looks like little (Y/N) has a crush on Chris.” She poked (Y/N) lightly in the ribs, trying to get a reaction.

     “Yeah? And so what if I do? Are you happy now? It doesn’t even matter. We’re just friends, and it’s not like he would ever return my feelings.” (Y/N) turned her eyes towards the stage where she could see the band rocking out. When her line of sight landed on Chris, she gave a sad, breathy laugh, and turned her attention back to folding shirts. “And I’m not a little girl.”

     Surprised by her friend’s confession, Jessie put her hand on the younger girl’s back to comfort her. “Hey. You don’t know that. You’re a great person, and any guy would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend.” After hearing the short, sarcastic laugh that (Y/N) gave, Jessie turned her so that they were facing each other. “I’m serious (Y/N). If Chris can’t see how perfect you are for him, then he’s an even bigger moron than Ryan when he was throwing those snowballs at the cops.” The memory of Ryan starting a snowball fight with everyone made (Y/N) laugh, and wipe at the tears that had begun to pool at her eyes.

     “Yeah. I guess. Let’s just talk about this later okay? The boys are about to finish, and then we are going to be mobbed by everyone wanting to buy stuff.”

     Hearing the sadness still laced in (Y/N)’s voice, Jessie decided to drop the subject, not wanting to upset the other girl any further. However, she didn’t believe that the two long-time friends were “just friends”. She had seen the looks that Chris would give (Y/N) when he thought no one was looking, and had noticed his protective nature towards her. Sure, all of the guys in the band were protective of the two girls. Over the years they had all become close friends, but there was always that extra look of adoration in Chris’ eyes when he would look at (Y/N). There was also the way that he would subconsciously push her behind him if there was ever a guy that was getting too friendly with her. All of this was a dead giveaway of the singer’s feelings.

     The two definitely had something between them, but both were either too shy, or too oblivious to acknowledge it. Jessie decided then and there that something had to be done. She hated seeing her best friend upset, and she was sure that the rest of the guys in the band felt the same way, since they all knew about (Y/N) and Chris’ unacknowledged feelings for each other. A plan began to form in her head, and she reminded herself to talk to the guys once they got offstage. She walked towards (Y/N) and began to help her organize the table, still formulating her plan of action to the two together. Plan Get (Y/N) and Chris Together was definitely a go.

Yay:) My first time writing about Chris, and my first time writing an imagine. I hope that it’s okay. If there’s any mistakes, or something that could be improved, I would love to hear from everyone. Part two should hopefully be out in the next couple days, if not tomorrow. It might be longer than two parts, but we will see how things go. I’m still getting used to Tumblr’s setup, so everything might be a little slow (my Masterlist, I still need to figure out how to work the ask box, messaging, etc.). Anyways, thank you for reading:)    ~Salem


Summery: Benny and Jenny Weir are the dynamic duo or as their cousin Stiles Stilinski calls them the terrible twosome.

Both having inherited special powers from their parents they are always in trouble, so when they get kicked out of Whitechapel after irritating the resident vampires and are shipped off to Beacon hills Stiles begins to see just how much trouble his baby cousins can be.

Teen Wolf/ My Babysitters A Vampire Crossover

Word Count: 1626

Part One  Part Two

Jenny had woken up early and was happy to see a cute outfit tucked into her window with a note written in Sarah’s hand writing.

“We saved up and got you that dress you like.” Jenny read to herself as she pulled on the dark blue floral dress and grabbed a mid-waist army jacket and knee high boots letting her white socks stick out a little over the top.

A soft thumping on the bathroom door told her Benny was awake and she skipped happily across the room unlocking it and was almost flattened by her brother who stumbled through as if he’d been leaning on the door hoping to fall through it and, judging by the pink sparks that flew from his hands he quite possibly would have if she had she taken any longer.

“Look what Grandma sent us, also Erica got me a new shirt cool huh?” Benny offered his sister a wand with her name neatly engraved in it and showed her a new spell book and potion kit while he held up his hands so she could see his new shirt.

Keep reading

New oneshot: Prepare for trouble and make it double

This is a oneshot for @teamrocketfanart. I hope you like it (the last part is a little bit short, BUT (SPOILER ALERT!) there will be a big wedding in my fanfiction “Until all eternity” if my readers want to. The next thing I’m going to upload is the tenth chapter of my longest story “UAE”. Have fun and thanks for your support :)

Prepare for trouble and make it double

Jessie, James and Meowth flew in a high arch through the air, eventually hitting the cold hard ground of an untraveled street surrounded by fancy terraced houses. The magenta-haired woman bobbed up, narrowed her eyes to a slit and tried to recognize the place in which they had landed. Jessie’s head was throbbing, the violent collision had caused a blurry and distorted vision. She staggered like a drunkard towards her team-mates.

„Where are we? This sure doesn’t look familiar to me,“ she wondered while culling her belongings that were spread over the sidewalk. Jessie reached for her ruby red lipstick and her grass-green earrings, stowing them into her leather pouch. James shook his head and sat up. His whole body trembled and he felt dizzy and disoriented. He couldn’t remember what happened before the impact. Why did they blast off again? Did they lose an encounter with the twerps? Did Pikachu give them a sample of his powerful electric moves? James had a quick glance at his partner and looked quite surprised.

„Jessie! What are you wearing?“ he was completely startled by her unusual sight and thought that this was a side effect of a possible concussion.

„What do you mean? I’m wearing my uniform, you fool!“
Jessie snorted derisively and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

„Dis is not yous uniform, Jess,“ Meowth put in his two cents. He made a stab at standing up, his knees were wobbly and he clinched to James’ arm to find his footing.

Jessie looked down at herself, carefully examining her dress. It was navy blue and speckled with white dots. The cut of the dress was elegant and reminded her of a picture she had seen in a vintage magazine. Her hands moved upwards, frisking her hair that was worn quite sleek and smooth, with a slight wave at the front. Her outstretched fingers passed gently over a scarlet red headband that was made of plastic. Two pearl earrings adorned her porcelain face. Jessie flashed a smile.

„Pass me your hand mirror, James! I want to admire my immortal beauty,“ she snatched at the item and looked at herself in the mirror.

„Truly unique!“ Jessie was really carried away by that pleasant sight. A flawless complexion and perfectly painted kissable lips. She was a feast for the eyes.

„What does this portend? Where are we?“ James asked, visibly frightened.

„Look over there!“ Meowth pointed at a poster stand only a few meters away. Team Rocket got back on their feet and walked up to the adverstising board that was lit by a streetlamp. There was a picture of a man with blonde hair and a pompadour. He grinned ear to ear, his fingers sliding over a piano keyboard. He was wearing a striped suit, his name was Jerry Lee Lewis. Jessie didn’t notice anything unusual at first glance. He was probably putting on a big concert in the city hall of this inconspicuous place, but James caught sight of the date and let out a scream. He couldn’t belive his eyes.

„It says the concert takes place tonight at nine o’clock,“ he swallowed hard.
„What’s so bad about it? Why are you flinching? You look as though you’d seen a ghost“, Jessie scolded

„Take a look at the date,“ he said with a quavering voice, pointing at the big brown number on the yellow background, right behind Lewis’ ears. Jessie and Meowth pushed their friend aside and stared at the ciphers disclosing the present year: 1957.Meowth’s jaw dropped, Jessie jumped out of her skin. She stepped back.

„How’s that even possible? Did we do some kind of time travel? Is this a feeble joke? Who wants to frame us?“ she worked herself up. James spotted a wrinkled piece of paper on the sidewalk. He picked it up and tried to smooth out the single pages.
He checked the date in the top right corner of the newspaper that confirmed their journey to the past.

„Pinch me! Maybe, this is just a dream and I’m about to wake up,“ Jessie asked and Meowth acceded to this request, but nothing changed. They were still standing next to the poster stand, unsettled and suspicious.

„This could be a test,“ James assumed. „They want to put us through our paces, they want to check our exercise capacity and see whether we’re able to deal with the pressures or not,“ he considered. Jessie was by no means convinced of James’ theory.

“Or maybe, we’re just victims of a mass hysteria,“ Meowth whispered.

„Maybe we’re no longer ourselves,“ Jessie presumed with regard to her superficial change.

Why would they send the trio back in time? This was a mystery which had to be solved.

Suddenly, they could hear footsteps coming closer. An elderly woman, clad in swamp green, called for a certain Lady Jessica.

„Quick! Go hide behind the bushes, we must not be seen together!“ Jessie ordered. James and Meowth jumped headfirst into the dense scrub and took cover. They peered through the brushwood in order to observe the scenery. The woman walked up to Jessie and grabbed her hands.

„I was sick with worry, Lady Jessica. Where have you been today?“ the elderly woman wanted to know. Jessie had no idea who that lady was. She had curly vermilion hair and steel-blue eyes.

„I was busy,“ Jessie answered, trying to come up with a credible excuse. The woman began to wipe the dirt off Jessie’s dress. „Look at you, totally soiled and your hair is more than tousled. We need to fix this before you’re going to meet John,“ she explained. Jessie’s eyes widened.

„Who’s John?“ Jessie asked, giving a jerk as the woman bored a metallic bobby pin into her scalp. She was coarse and didn’t handle Jessie with kid gloves.The elderly lady laughed out loud.

„You little jokester! John is your fiancé and tomorrow, you’re getting married,“ the woman exclaimed, ramming another barrette into Jessie’s hair.

„I’m getting married?“ Jessie was more than astonished.

„She’s getting married?“ James and Meowth whispered in unison. This was a major piece of news. „Who would marry a prickly character like Jessie?“ Meowth wonderd, casting the branches aside to obtain a better view of the curious events.

„Of course, you are. He’s a splendid specimen! You’ve greatly exceeded the nubile age, it’s time to marry you off to a decent and career oriented gentleman who cares for you and who offers you the possibilty to live a worry-free life!“

Jessie was blown away by the description of this man called John. She imagined him being tall and buff because he was working out every day. He had dark hair and chocolate eyes, an overwhelming smile, money and stocks in abundance. He was well trained, strong and a self-starter. He would shower her with compliments and gifts, provide her with an unlimited credit card

„I’m ready to meet my future husband,“ Jessie got into raptures, linked arms with the elderly lady and left her team-mates behind.

Meowth wanted to take the initiative and follow Jessie and that woman, but James held the he-cat back.

„Jimmy! What are yous doin’? We need to stop her,“ he shouted, baring his sharp claws.

„No, Meowth! Haven’t you seen the overjoyed expression on Jessie’s face? She was delighted with the thought of John. Who knows, he could be the right guy. She’s been dreaming about a regal wedding for so long and now, there’s the possibility to put this greatest wish into reality. We shouldn’t detain her from eternal happiness, let’s go,“ James stood up and ran deeper into the forest.

He couldn’t tell Meowth that Jessie’s decision had hit him especially hard. James was convinced that she enjoyed lving with Team Rocket, living with him. They’d spent so much time together. He had always tried to please her. James rememberd countless episodes of their common adventures. Jessie had protected him from the Ghost of Maiden’s Peak, he remembered her soft smile in their hot-air balloon when he had decided to choose Team Rocket over money and wealth, or her encouraging words in the shipwreck that threatened to take them down into the depths of the ocean. James always thought that he wasn’t all the same to Jessie, that he made part of her life and that she had found a loyal and trustworthy friend in him. There was this song playing in his head, he recalled the lyrics that described their relationship right on the mark:

You were the rain falling on my skin
Yeah, I was dying when you pulled me in
I was your rebel and you were my girl
It was us against the world

But apparently he had been deceived in Jessie. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, she was gone. Jessie was about to meet John, a paragon, a doer, a man of the world and very likely the complete opposite of James.

Jessie was led to an old manor with a grey facade and dark green window shutters at the end of the street. The Team Rocket-member spotted three figures behind the curtains. She recognized a woman with an updo and two men sitting at the table, sipping tea or coffee out of tiny ceramic mugs. The elderly lady, called Patricia, opened the entrance door and yield to Jessie. The young woman entered the manor and was welcomed by a man with short white hair and a giant moustache. He bowed down in front of Jessie, linked arms with her and guided her to the kitchen. There was a man sitting with his back to the agent and the woman behind the curtains proved to be a lady in her late 50ies, wearing a pastel yellow high waist Vivien swing skirt.

„Jessica!“ she exclaimed and ran up to Jessie in order to hug her and place a tender kiss on her cheeks. Jessie kept calm and wasn’t trying to get away, although she felt anything but comfortable in this position.

„Look who’s here,“ the woman smiled all over her face and Jessie was more than impatient to finally meet her future husband, the man of her sacred dreams. He stood up and turned around, that’s when Jessie experienced the strongest horror in her life.

John looked exactly like James, the same eye colour, the same lavender hair, they could definitely pass off as twins.

„Good evening, Jessica,“ even the voices were identic. Jessie was quite shocked. John reached for her hand and kissed it. She giggled and blushed deeply, unable to cope with this situation. Jessie began to laugh hysterically.

„This is a joke, right? Where are the cameras? You got me,“ she chuckled.
„James, you’re such an idiot,“ Jessie clipped the man standing in front of her. John was perplex. Why did his fiancée Jessica act like that, completely out of sorts? She couldn’t calm herself, it was too much.

„Jessica, is everything okay with you?“ he asked her, caressing her hand as she was still laughing herself to tears.

„Stop calling me Jessica. Who’s the brain behind this? Meowth?“ Jessie wondered.

„There is no Meowth. What is wrong with you? I think it’s the edginess that is driving you crazy. You can’t wait to marry me,“ John hugged Jessie and gently fixed a flyway hair.
She immediately released herself from that tight embrace.

„Stop it! It’s not funny! Why are you doing this to me, James?“ Jessie was slowly getting annoyed.

„Sweetheart, my name is John,“ he confirmed. There was only one way to prove her theory. Jessie reached for John’s trouser pocket because she knew that James stored his crown cap collection in there, but she grasped at nothing. This wasn’t a prank, she was really facing her future husband, looking like that pathetic guy she spent so many years with.

„May I talk to you privately?“ he asked her. Jessie nodded, gradually realizing that John meant business. She followed him to the kitchen and he closed the door behind them.

The kitchen was extremly colourful, but looked old-fashioned. She spotted stainless steel counters, which blended beautifully with the warm quality of wood and plaster surfaces throughout the room. There were a classic red espresso coffe pot, a scale, a magnetic kitchen timer, a set of three storage containers on the tray and a few milk pint bottles ready for use, eggs were frying in the pan.

John wrapped his arms around her waist. „You’re going to be the perfect housewife, spending hours over a hot stove, cleaning the house and windows and feeding our children,“ he smiled softly at her, but Jessie flashed her eyes at him.

„Get your hands off me,“ she yelled, pushing her fiancé away.

„Do you really think I’m going to be that dependent and naive dolly who prepares breakfast for her committed spouse? Listen to me, my friend, the only thing I’m going to do in this kitchen is slamming that roasting pan right into your face!“ Jessie was red from anger.

That’s not how she imagined her marriage. She was a headstrong woman, the leader of her former trio, the dominant and strong-willed person, but this was 1957 and powerful post-World War II propaganda encouraged women to seek husbands, settle down and have babies. Women who enrolled in higher education often did so in order to improve their domestic skills, but Jessie was a rebel and she wouldn’t let John or his family lower her to a level of a mere kitchen utensil. Jessie was emancipated and a feared Team Rocket-agent. No one was allowed to mortify her, she clearly called the shots.

The grip on her shoulders grew stronger. „You’re going to obey me, Jessica. You belong to me,“ John whispered with a threatening undertone. „There is no way back. Our parents agreed on this wedding and now it’s our task to please and not disappoint them,“ he added. Jessie tried to release herself from his firm grip. She fought tooth and nail against his arms, eventually able to break away from John.

Patricia stepped into the kitchen and witnessed the discrepancies between the couple.
„What’s going on?“ she exclaimed, observing Jessie running for cover behind the cooking island.

„You can’t force me to marry him!“ Jessie shouted, she was all churned up inside.

„You can’t buck the trend, it’s your duty to become a good housewife and mother, so don’t be reluctant to enter into marriage,“ Patricia impended.

The elderly lady and John began to slowly walk up to Jessie, trying to calm her down, but the Team Rocket-member was faster, pressed the door handle of the rear exit and rushed out into the cool night.

Jessie began to run as fast as her legs would carry her. She got past countless lighted row houses and a well-groomed park. Thousands of thoughts circled endlessly in her mind and developed into a torment. Why had she always been unlucky in love? John wasn’t the first man who tried to change her manner. She remembered a guy called Sebastian who had tried to turn her into a submissive and obedient woman without own will. She remembered Toni who had exploited her to such an extent that she began to feel disgusted with herself. Men were known to bring bad luck. A disappointment followed the next. She always caught a Tartar, she struggled to swallow the tears which choked in her  throat.

Finally, Jessie stopped in front of a bar and set foot in it. The pub was crowded. Men and women were high-spiritedly dancing, drinking and celebrating. A band played some wild Rock’n’Roll-music and had to watch out for flying bottles and glasses. The magenta-haired woman cleaved a way to the bar counter and sat down on a stool. She ordered a strong drink and reached for snacks and peanuts in a little black bowl. At first, she didn’t even notice that someone approached her, until she felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder.

„Jessie?“ a male voice said. She turned around and stared into two emerald-green eyes. James was standing behind her, slapping on a faint smile.

„James,“ Jessie wrapped her arms around his neck, still fighting to hold back her tears.
„I’m so glad to see you,“ she whispered. Meowth jumped on the bar counter and sat down next to his team-member. James realized that something was bothering his best friend. He returned the gesture and pulled her gently towards him.

„What’s wrong? Don’t you like your future husband?“ he asked her. Jessie didn’t want to show any weaknesses, she who always proclaimed that feelings were for wimps, but she reached a point where she could no more get a hold of herself.

„It’s terrible!“ she whimpered. James took a napkin and wiped her tears away.

„Tell me,“ he surprised her with his caring side.

„They want to force me to marry a macho. He’s so convinced of himself, he wants me to be a hausfrau, he wants me to cook, clean and watch after our unborn babies. They want to break my spirit and I cannot permit that! I’m a strong person, James, and I don’t want anybody to hector me! I’m independent, I’m a feared Team Rocket-agent, for goodness sake! I don’t want them to prey upon me, that’s just not my world. I do have an own will, I do have objectives and no one is going to demote me to a mere kitchen utensil! The problem is that there’s no way I could escape this wedding, it’s settled and there’s no chance to take off and bunk,“ she unburdened herself of her tragic situation. James could relate to her concerns, something similar was waiting for him if he would ever turn back to his parents and his domineering fiancée Jessiebelle. That’s why he wanted to stay out of marital matters.  „And the worst part about it is that he looks like you,“ Jessie sobbed.

„Well thanks,“ James felt a little bit offended by her remark. That’s when Meowth got the perfect idea.

„Wait a minute,“ he looked at James and scowled.
„Yous said that he looks like Jimmy, why don’t yous replace ya future husband with him?“ the scratch-cat proposed, pointing at James. Jessie raised her eyes.

„That sure could work,“ she considered. James blanched and loosened his collar.

„No way! I’m not marrying you,“ his voice was shaky. He swallowed hard and began to sweat.

„Where’s da difference, Jimmy. Yous two are acting love-love all da dime,“ Meowth replied, convinced that his fraud would bear fruit.

„But, but Jessie and I are just friends,“ James stammered, scared at the thought of entering into marriage. One part of him was able to acquire a taste for a sincere relationship with Jessie, for he had developed romantic feelings for her over that past few years, but the other part strived against this idea. He was afraid that Jessie would turn out to be an even worse partner than his dreadful fiancée and that he would suffer for the rest of his life, servile and abulic.

„What about da hugs, what about yous holding hands?“ Meowth broached the subject again.

„Purely amicable,“ James set the record straight.

„And what about that incident at the waterfalls? Don’t you remember?“ Jessie tried to jog his memory. James thought back to the night in July when he and Jessie had made out under the moonlight. Both had been squiffy and excited.  After emptying a bottle of cheap wine, he had taken the initative and crushed his lips on Jessie’s. James had kissed her in the most passionate way and she fell for his display of affection. It had been a memorable but unique moment.

„Blame the wine,“ he replied with no guilty feeling.

„Come’on James, please! Do me this favour. It’s just a fake marriage, the only thing I want to do is deceive them and restore my well-deserved freedom. We exchange our vow rings, take some pictures with the guests and disappear in our hot-air balloon as soon as they turn their backs on us, please“, Jessie begged. Normally, she wasn’t the person who would call for assistance and help, she was convinced to solve all major problems on her own, being tough and self-confindent, but tonight was different, James and Meowth had to bail her out.

„What do you want me to do, Jess?“ James was anything but pleased with the idea, but he had realized that his best friend was in need of support.

„You two have to kidnap John, tie him to the heating, steal his suit and the rings and get ready for the ultimate ploy,“ Jessie explaind, rubbing her hands.

„I think I’ve got no alternative left but to meet your request,“ he sighed and hung his head in discontent.

„Thank you,“ Jessie wasn’t actually averse to marrying James. Sure, there have been wrangles and they’ve delivered fierce blows to each in the past, but on the whole, he had always been loyal and attentive. James nodded silently and he and Meowth set out for a nocturnal abduction.

It didn’t take them long to track John down. Jessie had described them the way to the old manor, and her future husband was sleeping in the beautifully equipped sitting room. Meowth used his claws to make a hole into the giant glass window and the Team Rocket-members tiptoed stock-still to the dusky pink couch, trussed John and shut him up as he began to scream and shout.

„Hmm, there are some similarities,“ James looked at the lavender-haired man, „but he can’t hold a candle to me,“ he determined.

James threw his doppelganger over his shoulders and he, Meowth and the unfortunate soul left the building as quickly as they had come. John tried desperately to stand up to James, but the agent pulled the ropes and silenced the braggart. Meowth switched on the torch and searched for a suitable garden shed to lock the future spouse up. They pushed him into the small cottage, took off John’s last piece of clothing, snatched at the vow rings and padlocked the doors.

„That was the easy part of Jessie’s plan,“ James sighed, the rings in his hand. Both were silver, the smaller one had a tiny diamond on top. ‚Jessie would love it,’ he thought and stowed the box in his trousers.

It was the day of the wedding. Jessie was wearing an ivory gown with floral applique with a sheer tulle panel at the neckline and a dreamy ball skirt. She applied some mascara and lipstick to stand out above the crowd. James was already standing on the altar, nervous and with sweaty hands. Meowth bore him company, dressed in a neat dark brown garb, a flower looking out of his breast pocket. Then the time came, the music played and Jessie, her face covered with a veil, walked down the aisle. The priest welcomed his protégés, thanked them and the guests and introduced the purpose of this gathering. After the opening blessings he asked Jessie and James to turn face to face to each other and to express the sincere promises to each other. James took out a note from his trousers and began to read the lines:

„Jessie, my partner, my companion, my safe haven,“ his voice was shaky. „We’ve been togehter for so many years,“ he choked, took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the words written on that tiny little piece of paper.

„I can’t imagine a life without you,“ he was more than close to tears.

„Thank you for,“ James sobbed heart-rendingly, not able to talk anymore. Jessie grinned under the veil and caressed his cheeks.
„It’s okay,“ she whispered, so that only James could hear it.

„The groom is terribly nervous,“ the priest joked and everyone laughed out loud.

„Let’s skip this part, okay?“ Jessie suggested and James nodded in agreement.
„We both know why we want to stay together,“ she added, reaching for his hand.

„John, do you take Jessica to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her?“

„I do,“ James replied.

„And do you, Jessica, take John to be your husband?“

„I do,“ was Jessie’s answer.

James took out the rings and placed the smaller one on Jessie’s finger. „Jessie, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity.“  The priest observed the scenery and eventually pronounced them as husband and wife.

„You may now kiss the bride,“ he said. James leaned in and was about to place a tender kiss on Jessie’s lips and then she woke up.

Jessie was sitting bolt upright in her bed. She glanced over to James who was still snoring and asleep. It had only been a dream, she didn’t have to marry John nor James. She was back in the presence, far away from the 50ies, far away from strict rules. ‚That was a strange dream. Why would I want to get married to James?’ she asked herself. Was this really only a dream or possibly some undisclosed desires?

Like Father Like Son

Pairing: Ron Anderson x Reader


I laid quietly with Ron as everyone else met outside. Jessie had told us to stat inside with Sam as Deanna called the meeting. He had his arms wrapped around me while I drew circles on his clothed chest with my finger. Its been 5 months since we first kissed which led to sex and now here we are. His fingers ran through my hair as we sat in silence. I broke that silence as I sighed.

“What do you think they are talking about?”, I asked him and he shrugged.

“Adult stuff maybe.”, he guessed and I giggled.

“Want to go see?”, I asked and he shook his head.

“Not really.”, he said.

I sat up and threw my legs over the bed causing him to look up at me with confusion written on his face.

“I want to go see. And one of us has to be here with Sam.”, I told him and he put his hands behind his head.

He didn’t reply to me and I fluttered my eye lashes at him. I straddled him before leaning down to kiss him.

“I’ll be back.”, I purred as he kissed me.

I pulled back and ran out the door and down the stairs. I went out the back door and stalked along the side of the house. I could see Rick talking to the other Alexandrians before Pete showed up. He had Michonne’s weapon swinging it around as Reg attempted to stop him.

“Pete! You don’t wanna do that!”, Reg shouted.

“Get the hell away from me Reg.”, Pete warned.

“Pete just stop.”, Reg tried to reason with him.

“Get away…. Get away!!!”, Pete growled.

My eyes watered as the blade slid across Greg’s throat causing him to fall backwards. I held my breath as Pete was tackled to the ground held in place. Deanna cried as her husband took his last breath in her arms. She slowly looked up at Rick and said the two words that sealed Pete’s fate.

“Do it.”

Rick didn’t hesitate before putting a bullet in Pete’s head killing him instantly. A small cry was heard behind me and I turned to see Ron standing there.

“Ron..”, I whispered before he ran off.

I sighed before running a hand through my hair while walking back to my own house. I got in and fell to my knees letting the silent sobs leave my lips.

“Oh Ron.”, I said before falling on the couch letting myself drift to sleep.

The next morning I was out on my way to The Anderson’s place. I knocked softly and Jessie opened the door with a genuine smile. I could still see a lot of hurt behind that smile. She pulled me in for a hug and I gladly returned it.

“I know you’re here for Ron but he’s not here right now. He went for a walk a while ago.”, she told me before a few grunts were heard.

We exchanged looks before running towards the sound of the noise. When we arrive Ron and Carl were throwing punches at each other.

“Hey stop it!”, Jessie shouted and we pulled them apart.

They breathed heavily but continued glaring at each other as I ran a hand through my hair.

“What happened?”, I asked and Carl scoffed.

“Ask your boyfriend.”, he sneered.

“Ron?”, I questioned and he sighed.

“Just a misunderstanding. They shouldn’t be here.”, he spat and Carl chuckled.

“Everything was fine before you got here!”, Ron shouted and I pressed a hand to his chest.

“You call daily beatings and harassment being fine!? Your dad was an asshole who was too much of a coward to protect his family.”, Carl retorted with venom dripping off of each word.

“Fuck you.” Ron hissed before walking away.

“Ron. RON!”, I shouted grabbing his arm.

His arm swung back before my cheek began to sting. I shook as I brought a hand to my now red cheek.

“Ron!!”, Jessie screamed.

His face paled as I looked up at him with a mixture of anger and fear. He had never laid a hand on me in that way before.

“Y/N? Baby..”, he reached out for me but I quickly moved away.

“Don’t touch me.”, I spat running away from the group.

“Real smooth dude.”, Carl scoffed before running after me.

“Y/N!”, he shouted.

“Ron you don’t have many options right now. She loves you so don’t turn into your father now.”, Jessie warned before walking off as Sam came outside.

Its been two days since then. I still haven’t seen or talked to Ron. I sighed before grabbing my gun and a knife before making a break for the gate. I quickly climbed over seeing no know took notice of my retreating form. At least that’s what I thought. I walked through the forest watching for any walkers before I heard a leaf crunch behind me. I quickly moved up a tree to get some safe distance between me and whatever was following me. I pulled my pistol ready to shoot whoever it was before I let out a sigh. I stared down at Ron as he looked around not knowing I was in the tree.

“You could get hurt out here.”, I said and his attention turned to the tree.

“So could you. So makes no difference.”, he retorted.

“I can use a gun.”, I argued.

“I can try. I can learn to keep you safe.”, he replied.

“Yeah keeping me safe is something you could do. Like your dad was keep you all safe.”, I snapped and I could see his jaw clench.

He took a deep breath and looked around.

“Can we talk please.”, he asked and I slowly nodded.

I slowly moved down the tree before my feet hit the ground. I checked for walkers and Ron let out a sigh.

“Look Y/N. I’m sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have even let my hand go in your direction. If I had know you were standing that close I would have hit the wall. But you have to cut me some slack I just watched my dad get executed.”, he defended.

“Did you see your dad kill Reg?”, I asked and he looked at his feet.

“No. I didn’t catch that part.”, he said and I sighed.

“Reg is dead because your dad tried to kill someone. You lost your dad but Deanna lost her husband.”, I told him and he nodded.

“I know my dad was a bit of an ass. And so was I. But that no excuse to have hit you.”, he told me and I smiled a little.

He noticed and stepped slowly towards me grabbing my waist. He rested his head on my shoulder as fresh tear wet my shirt. I wrapped my arms around him letting his muscles relax. A soft groan was heard and we turned to see a walking coming towards us.

“Let’s go.”, I said pulling him back to the gate.

Once inside I grabbed his shirt and crashed my lips into his. He wasted no time kissing me back. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he pulled my waist bringing our bodies closer together. I opened my mouth letting his tongue explore as Jessie cleared her throat.

“I’m glad to see you two made up.”, she smiled.

He kissed my forehead as I wrapped my hands around his torso.

“I’m glad too.”

A/N- My first imagine for this blog. Feel free to ask and request away.

A Black Eye

Request Prompt: Can you write a Ron Anderson X Reader one where the reader comes over to Rons (Her boyfriend) house and his dad is in there beating Jessie and he notices the reader and gives her a black eye or something if the reader doesn’t leave because he doesn’t like the reader being around Ron and Ron finds her and comforts her. Tysm if this isn’t super complicated- Anon

Pairing: Ron Anderson x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Abuse

I smiled as Carol passed me a container of fresh cookies. Today marks 3 months of being alcohol free for Pete and Ron invited me to be there.

“Here you go. And be careful over there. If you need anything just come over or give me a call.”, she smiled and I nodded.

I walked out the door and made my way to the Anderson house. When I approached the door I could hear Jessie shout. I opened the door and dashed to the living room where Pete had just landed a slap to her cheek. My eyes widened and Jessie looked up at me. Pete followed her gaze and made a move towards me.

“Pete please leave her alone!”, Jessie begged.

“This is the little whore that Ron’s got a thing for?”, he asked grabbing my hair.

“Pete!”, Jessie shouted.

“Shut up!”, he snapped and I elbowed him in the gut.

He groaned before throwing a punch to my face. Jessie gasped as I hit the floor with a thud. I got up with one eye shut as he grabbed my hair once again.

“You stay the hell away from my son you got that. He don’t need nobody to love him. He’s got us.”, Pete sneered.

“Fuck you.”, I spat and he chuckled.

He dragged me to the door and tossed me outside. I got the patio and could hear Carol calling my name before I blacked out.


I let out a sigh as I left Maggie’s. I’ve been looking for Y/N all day and haven’t been able to find her. I decided to ask Denise and went to the infirmary. I opened my mouth to speak but stop dead in my tracks when I saw Y/N lying unconscious in a bed. I moved towards her and noticed Carl sitting next to her.

“Y/N?”, I called and held her hand.

“What happened to her?”, I asked after some minutes of silence.

“She went to your house.”, he said and my eyes widened.

“What are you saying?”, I asked.

“Your dad did this. Carol and my dad were gonna go over there and kick his ass. But Y/N told them not too before she blacked out again.”, he explained as I traced the bruise around her eye.

I clenched my has before walking out and making my way home. I opened the door only to slam it closed as I walked into the kitchen to see my mother’s tear stained face.

“Where is he?”, I asked.

“Ron.”, she mumbled.

“Where is he!!”, I shouted and he walked through the doorway.

“Who the hell is shouting!”, he boomed.

“You put your hands on my girlfriend?”, I asked.

“That whore?”, he questioned.

“Don’t call her that!”, I retorted.

“She shouldn’t have shown up here. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”, he chuckled.

“The wrong time? Every time is the wrong time. You have no right to put your hands on her!”, I shouted.

“Watch your mouth boy.”, he warned.

“Ron please.”, my mom sobbed.

“Or what, you gonna hit me. That I’m fucking use too! But don’t you ever in your life hit Y/N again!”, I sneered.

“Or what? What the hell are you gonna do huh?”, he asked grabbing my shirt.

“I’ll fucking kill you.”, I spat and his eyes widened.

“You claim to love your family but beating us whenever you get drunk isn’t love. That’s just you being a dick.”, I stated and he brought his fist up.

I quickly threw the first punch knocking him on his ass. He groaned and I backed away.

“Don’t put your hands on Y/N or any of us again or I’ll fucking end you.”, I spat.

“Ron-”, my mom attempted to stop me.

“How could you let that happen to her. And you didn’t say anything?!”, I shouted walking out of the kitchen.

I made my way back to the infirmary to find Y/N awake. She smiled when she saw me and I pulled a chair next to her.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. That I wasn’t there to stop him.”, I said sadly.

“Then he would’ve hurt you.”, she mumbled.

“He won’t be hurting you, my mom or Sam anymore. I fought back.”, I told her and she gasped.

“He didn’t hurt you did he!”, she asked.

“No. But he hurt you and that can’t be forgiven.”, I said and she wrapped her arms around me.

I kissed her forehead and she smiled before kissing my lips. I held her close before pulling away.

“You should rest.”, I said.

“Lay with me?”, she asked and I nodded.

She moved over and I sat next to her before wrapping my arm around her.

“I’ll keep you safe. He won’t hurt you. I promise never again.”


Richard Ramirez was born in El Paso, Texas, on February 29, 1960, the youngest of Julian and Mercedes Ramirez’s five children.His father, a Mexican national and former Juarez policeman who later became a laborer on the Santa Fe railroad, was a hard-working man prone to fits of anger that often resulted in physical abuse. As a child, Ramirez sustained two serious head injuries. When he was two years old a dresser fell on top of him, causing a forehead laceration requiring thirty stitches to close.When he was five years old he was knocked unconscious by a swing at a park, after which he experienced frequent epileptic seizures that persisted into his early teens. As a twelve-year-old he was strongly influenced by his older cousin, Miguel (“Mike”) Ramirez, a decorated U.S. Army Green Beret combat veteran who often boasted of his gruesome exploits during the Vietnam War. He shared Polaroid photos of his victims, including Vietnamese women he had raped. In some of the photos Mike posed with the severed head of a woman he had abused. Ramirez, who had smoked marijuana since the age of ten, bonded with Mike over many joints and gory war stories. Mike taught his young cousin some of his military skills, such as killing with stealth and surety. Around this time, Ramirez began to seek escape from his father’s violent temper by sleeping in a local cemetery.

“Richie”, as he was known to his family, was present when Mike shot his wife, Jessie, in the face with a .38 caliber revolver during a domestic argument on May 4, 1973, killing her. After the shooting Richie became sullen and withdrawn from his family and peers. Later that year, he moved in with his older sister Ruth and her husband, Roberto, an obsessive “peeping Tom” who took Richie along on his nocturnal exploits.He began using LSD and cultivated an interest in Satanism. Mike Ramirez was found not guilty of Jessie’s murder by reason of insanity (with his combat record as a mitigating factor), and was released in 1977 after four years of incarceration at the Texas State Mental Hospital. His influence over Richard continued.

The adolescent Ramirez began to meld his burgeoning sexual fantasies with violence, including forced bondage and rape. While still in school, he took a job at a local Holiday Inn, where he used his passkey to rob sleeping patrons. His employment ended abruptly after a hotel guest returned to his room to find Ramirez attempting to rape his wife.Though the husband beat Ramirez senseless at the scene, criminal charges were dropped when the couple, who lived out of state, declined to return to testify against him.

Ramirez dropped out of Jefferson High School in the ninth grade.

He spent the summer of 1980 in the San Francisco Bay Area 

and three years later moved to Los Angeles, where he began injecting cocaine and became more involved in Satanism, Earl Gregg Jr., who briefly lived with Ramirez in the Bay Area, told The Times in 1985.

from June 1984 until August 1985.
His highly publicized home invasion crime spree terrorized the residents of the greater Los Angeles area, and later the residents of the San Francisco area.

Prior to his capture, Ramirez was dubbed the “Night Stalker” by the news media. He used a wide variety of weapons, including handguns, knives, a machete, a tire iron, and a hammer. Ramirez, who was an avowed Satanist, never expressed any remorse for his crimes. The judge who upheld his thirteen death sentences remarked that Ramirez’s deeds exhibited “cruelty, callousness, and viciousness beyond any human understanding”.

Ramirez died of complications secondary to B-cell lymphoma at Marin General Hospital in Greenbrae, California, on June 7, 2013. He had also been affected by “chronic substance abuse and chronic hepatitis C viral infection”.
At 53 years old, he had been on death row for more than 23 years.