renee foster


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Leslie (Hamilton)
Marceline (Adventure Time)
Tracy (Oc)
Reneé (Hamilton)
Tiana (The Princess and The Frog)
Goo (Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends)
Idk (OC)
Helia (Oc)

anonymous asked:

so I was thinking, IF you're taking any prompts: what do you think would've happened if Mary went to police and enroled the Witness Protection Program - or if she just gave Nathaniel to them bc it is easier to run away without a child? I was thinking, if he had full support from the police, even if Riko got DNA or digitals for a test, there would be no Nathaniel Wesninski in the system for him to find. What do you think?

( imagine: Mary gives Neil to the police. imagine: Neil in the foster care system. imagine: some meetings are fated, but the path is a little flexible. )

( warning for …….. so much stuff. implied drug abuse. implied animal abuse. anti-religious talk. rough people in rough situations. Neil’s characterization took a harsh turn from canon, because imo Mary’s control and the high pressure of being on the run had a huuuge impact on his behaviour. also because lbr he’ll always be a chameleon kid until Palmetto. )

“You’re fucking bailing. I can’t fucking believe it.”

“Neil, I’m not bailing.”

“Yeah? You take a look in the mirror lately? Dressing like Tyron’s auntie, like some fucking prude, like you’re pure and holy and above all us gutter rats. I can’t believe it. He was right. You’re– you’re- you’ve become a fucking jesus freak, going to jesus camp.

“It’s a retreat, and it’s only one week.”

“What the fuck ever, Renee. That senile old woman’s corrupted you.”

“Is that what this is about?”

“There’s no this. There’s no anything. You’re ditching me.”

“I’m not ditching you, Neil.”

“Really? ‘Cause you sure as hell aren’t gonna convert me, and I don’t think your high horse has room for two.”

Renee pursed her lips.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry, but the Neil Joining the Witness Protection, or becoming Part of the System fic, was really interesting. I would like to know your thoughts on how he came to be the person he was, and the events that followed his joining the Foxes. How young was he when his mom separated from him? What would his interactions with Matt and Seth be like? Would his first night out at Eden's with the monsters end similarly?

( also for: more about [foster] Neil in Palmetto and the foxes reaction to him. )

( thank you for all the ideas for starts, too!! my gosh this prompt is good. related to this. canon-typical warnings. ) 

“Wait.” Nicky leaned heavily on the unsteady club table, his breath reeking of alcohol and eyes hazy from dust. “You’re dating Allison?

“Yeah, I am.” Neil leaned back, his face blank even with his pupils blown wide from his own intake. “Now back off.”

Nicky did not back off. Nicky sighed and slumped ever closer.

“Damn. Really thought you were one of my people.”

“The fuck you say?” Neil asked, voice flat and unconcerned. Across the table and next to Kevin, Andrew’s eyes focused on him.

“She’s just using you,” Aaron cut in. He also eyed Neil. Around them, the club pounded out a heavy beat. Shouting over the music didn’t leave much room for inflection or tonal nuance, but it was hard to miss the vaguely appreciative look to Aaron’s face. “You know and don’t give a shit, huh?”

Neil shrugged. “She can do what she likes.”

Nicky whistled. The music snatched it up and carried it away. “Are you like that with everyone you’re with? All giving, all the time? It’s hot. What if I gave you a little suggestion right now?”

Neil stared.

Aaron shot Nicky a disgusted look, lip curled. He swiftly turned to Neil. “I bet she’s out with Seth tonight.”

“Fuckin’ finally,” Neil replied, derisive. “He’s been a real bitch to live with. They’ve been pining over each other since her and me started dating.”

“Why don’t you care? She’s using you, man.”

“Believe it or not, she’s a great conversationalist.”

“Uh-huh. In the bedroom, maybe.”

Neil sneered. “Right. I’m bored. Is this what you antisocial jackasses consider a party?”

“Oh,” Andrew said, “it’s just beginning.”

“Let’s dance.” Again, Nicky leaned close. Neil’s expression blanked. “Come on. My boyfriend agreed, and your girlfriend won’t care.”

“Touch me,” Neil said, “and I’ll break your fucking fingers.”

“Hurt him,” Andrew cut in, “and I’ll break your neck.”

Neil grinned, teeth and fevered eyes catching the glittering lights.

“Now that’s a party.”

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