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bullet-prooflove · 8 months
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Hurt: Cyrus Lupo x Reader
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Tagging: @words-and-seeds @darqchilddaydreamz
Companion piece to Die For You and Prequel to Socks
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Cyrus finds himself sitting in the back of an ambulance, his palm pressed to the place where thirty minutes ago a bullet had almost killed him. There’s a catharsis in the pain, in the agony that radiates across the space where his heart resides.
He knows the shot would have killed you.
He’s over six foot and the last time he’d embraced you, your head had come to rest in the exact area the bullet had struck his vest. It strikes him that even now, after all these years, he’s still willing to die for you.
He says nothing when you take up residence alongside of him, your shoulder and hip bumping against his. He thinks he can detect the soft scent of your perfume over the cordite in his nose. Flowers and gunpowder, that’s what being in love smells like to him.
He reaches for your hand, his fingers interlacing with yours. You don’t resist and he thinks that that’s a good sign.
“I didn’t expect it to hurt this much.” He finds himself saying as his thumb chases along the apex of your hand.
You both know he’s not talking about the bullet.
It hasn’t been easy working in your proximity, being able to look but not touch. The two of you may not be together but you’re still a fixture in his life. A stable presence in the chaos of his day to day.  It helps, he thinks that the two of you aren’t partnered. He has Green and you have Briscoe. Your desks run parallel in the bull pen, sometimes he finds himself gazing at you across the four foot of distance as you tap away on your computer because the thing is Cyrus has always liked to watch.
It’s been years, you’d said when he had told you about the transfer. The two of us are professionals.
You understand why he has to be here right now, that his niece and nephew need him after the death of their father. You saw the ruin that Tommy’s death had left in it’s wake, and you knew it would be the best thing for them as well as him.
“Cyrus…”
His name rolls off your lips and he remembers nights wrapped up in your sheets, your head tipped back in rapture as he’d loved you the way you had never been loved before him. He recalls how good you felt around his cock, your palm on the nape of his neck as he looked into your eyes and promised you the world.
“I’m not ready to let go just yet.” His voice is a little rough, he feels the scratch in his throat because there’s an ache in his chest and he’s not sure where it’s coming from. The fact you almost died or the fact that he nearly did.
You tilt your head towards him, your eyes meeting his.
“I guess I’m not either.”
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trashpandafiction · 9 months
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The Chief's Daughter - One Shot
Summary: (Based on this plot idea.) You're the daughter of the chief of police in your suburban town and you worry about him working too hard. Dropping off meals, coming to check that he's not at the precinct more than he's home starts to get less tedious and repetitive when you meet his newest addition, Cyrus Lupo. Detective Lupo is a transfer from New York and he certainly keeps your father on his toes, so it's definitely a bad idea to fall for him. Right? Pairings: Cyrus Lupo x Reader Word Count: 1,994 A/N: Here it is! My first one shot back in the game. This isn't beta'd or anything, it's really just a little thing to help me dip my toes in the water again. There is far too little Lupo content and when I saw this prompt, the light bulb went off. I kind of want to turn this into a full story, but I don't know if anyone would be interested in a full story. I hope you like it though!
Please do not repost or redistribute my work! Reblogs are welcome!
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When this newest case fell into your father’s lap, you knew that he was going to be working late nights and rarely be home. He assured you that he was going to make sure he was eating and getting some sleep, but you knew him better, and that’s why you were walking into the precinct now, holding a bag of dinner from his favorite local diner.
          “He’s on the field.” A familiar voice said from your left.
          You looked over to see Detective Cyrus Lupo leaning back in his desk chair, a smile on his face. “Again?” you asked him. He rarely went on the field anymore but for this case, your father made it a habit.
          “He should be back soon though, he’s been gone for close to two hours.” He replied.
          “Must have been important if he’s been gone that long.” You said, moving to sit in the chair beside Cyrus’ desk. “Do you guys have any sort of lead yet?”
          He shrugged, sitting up in his chair and rolling forward a bit so he could peer into the food bag. “A few, but nothing substantial so far. This is the biggest one we’ve had and that’s off the record.”
          You slid the bag closer to you while he spoke so he couldn’t look inside, earning a small frown from the man. “Well maybe him being gone this long is a good sign then. Why aren’t you out there with him?” you asked.
          “Someone has to hold down the fort while he’s away.” He said, which earned him a quirked brow from you. “He’s a little pissed off at me and has me on desk duty tonight.”
          Cyrus giving your dad problems was nothing new to you. Since he was transferred to your dad’s precinct out of New York, your dad saw him as a problem child. If you had a dollar for every time your dad referred to Cyrus’ “city experience” or “NYPD attitude”, you could have quit your job. When you first met Cyrus, you thought he was a bit arrogant but as you had gotten to know him on your visits to bring meals or just to check in on your dad, you realized he was anything but. He was caring, he worked hard, and he could always get you to smile or laugh, and that seemed to bother your dad, but you weren’t dating the man so what could be the harm in just chatting with him?
          “I have such a hard time believing that you’d ever get in trouble and assigned to desk duty, Detective Lupo.” You said with a smirk.
          “I can’t believe it either.” he said shaking his head.
          “So, what was it this time? Mouthy comment? Sarcastic remark? Too tough with a suspect? Flirting with a witness? I could go on.” You said with a cheeky smile.
          “You should be a profiler, you read people pretty well.” He teased. “He wanted me to drop a lead and I didn’t want to let it go.”
          You nodded at him to get him to continue.
          “It got us a different perspective and a potential new witness, but it also got me desk duty.” He shrugged. “I don’t know if it’ll play out or not but at least it’s something else to try instead of just sitting around.”
          Your dad was always about facts, not gut feelings, or hunches, and that’s one of the many reasons he butted heads with Cyrus. “Is that what he’s checking on now?” you asked.
          “No, I did. He’s checking on what the witness gave me earlier and I’m sure that if nothing comes from it, I’ll be at this desk for the next month.” He said, crossing his arms on his desk.
          “Well if he’s been gone almost two hours then maybe there’s something there.” You shrugged.
          “Maybe.” He mumbled. His phone rang and he checked the screen before raising his brows. “Maybe it was a good something because he’s asking me to meet him and Jameson.”
          “I won’t keep you from a good ‘I told you so.’” You stood up from the chair and held the bag of food. “I’ll leave this in his office for him.”
          Cyrus stood up and grinned at your joke. “I’m not gonna hold my breath.” He teased. “I’ll let him know you stopped by and that he has dinner waiting for him.”
          “Thank you. Be careful out there.” You said.
          “Always am.” He said, heading for the exit.
          You headed towards your dad’s office but stopped when you heard Cyrus call your name.
          When you turned to face him, he pointed at you. “And I don’t flirt with witnesses.” He said before giving you a grin. “Only daughters of my bosses.” He said before disappearing down the hallway.
          You couldn’t help but smile at the comment as you put the bag of food in your dad’s fridge. You wrote a note to leave on his desk and then headed out, Cyrus’ grin stuck in your head.
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          Two weeks later, your dad was finishing paperwork for the case and beginning the next one. He swore to you that he wasn’t going to be as ‘hands-on’ with this case, but that seemed to slip his mind after the first two days working on it. That’s how you had ended up at the precinct again, eating dinner with him in his office. It was good to actually sit down with him and check in with him, and you almost made it to the one-hour mark before he got a call and was back to work.
          You cleaned up the wrappers from your meals quietly, kissed the top of his head and whispered to him to be careful before you headed out of his office and towards the elevators. When the doors opened, you were greeted with a familiar face: Cyrus.
          “Fancy meeting you here.” You smiled.
          “You’re lucky, I’m rarely here.” He quipped back. “Going down?” he held his arm out to keep the doors open for you.
          “I am, thank you.” You stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. You had seen Cyrus here and there over the past two weeks, but since his comment about flirting with you, you got nervous around him. He must have picked up on it because it seemed like he was upping his interactions with you when you were around, like he enjoyed seeing you blush. “Have a good night, Detective.”
          Before the doors could close, he put his arm between them, causing them to open again. “Can I walk you to your car?��� he asked with a crooked grin.
          The request took you off guard, but the doors attempting to close again seemed to pull you out of your head. “Sure.”
          Cyrus stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close before he spoke up again. “Your dad still working or did he actually stop to eat tonight?”
          “We managed to have a whole meal and a conversation for nearly an hour. I think that’s a record.” You chuckled. “I see you’re not tethered to your desk tonight.” You noted, looking up at him.
          “No, I’ve been good for the most part. Whenever I have a good idea, I just write it down in my journal instead.” He said with a smirk. “I’m glad you two got to sit down and talk though. I know he enjoys it too.”
          You nodded. “Good idea.” You teased. You smiled softly at his comment and nodded. “I enjoy it too, even if he thinks I’m being overbearing.”
          “He doesn’t think that, he’s just worried about you worrying about him.” He said.
          The doors opened when the elevator arrived at the lobby and Cyrus let you step out first before he joined you, holding the front door open for you. You were parked across the street and at this time of night, it wasn’t too busy.
          “You won’t give me a ticket for jaywalking, will you?” you asked him, zipping your jacket.
          “It’s not jaywalking if you’re getting a police escort. It’s a law.” He said, looking down at you and holding his arm out.
          “Oh, it is?” you asked, not believing him for a second, but still you linked your arm in his.
          “Yeah. Probably.” He said with a smirk before walking you across the street to your car.
          “Thank you.” You said when you got there, pulling your keys out and unlocking the doors.
          “Just doing my duty, ma’am.” He said, opening the door for you.
          You tossed your bag onto your passenger’s seat and then looked up at him again. You were about to tell him not to work too hard, but he interrupted your plan.
          “I haven’t said anything to upset you or scare you off, have I?” he asked, his arm leaning on the door as he spoke. Before you could ask him what he meant, he continued. “You just seem a little nervous around me lately and I hope I didn’t cause you to feel that way.”
          “No, you haven’t said anything.” Sure, he had made a comment about flirting with you but maybe he had forgotten about that.
          “I know I made the comment about flirting with you and I didn’t know if that was crossing a line or anything. I can knock it off if you want me to.” He continued.
          You smiled and shook your head. “Cyrus, you making a comment isn’t going to scare me off. If it did, I probably wouldn’t still be talking to you.”
          “Even if the comment was true?” he asked you, almost testing the waters.
          You looked up at him and cocked your head slightly. “Was it?” was all you could say.
          “That depends on whether or not that would make you act weirder towards me or not.” He said with a half grin.
          He was flirting with you, and he was telling you that he was flirting with you. Your dad would have Cyrus transferred by morning if he knew that you had been flirting back, even if you thought that it was just friendly banter. You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear and shrugged, trying to find the words. “I won’t act weird towards you.” Good one. “Besides, it’s not like I wasn’t flirting back.” You added.
          He studied your expression for a moment before he grinned. “I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” He said.
          You smiled, nodding. “We are. Aren’t you still on the clock?” you asked him. “I’d hate to see you grounded at your desk again, Detective.” You teased before getting into the driver’s seat. You started the car up, Cyrus shutting the door behind you.
          When you rolled the window down, he leaned down so he could see you. “I just need to grab my stuff and finish my paperwork for the night which shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. I know you just ate, and it’s a little late for coffee.” He started, a hint of hesitation in his voice.
          Was he inviting you out? “How about dessert?” you asked him. “Lonnie’s is open late, and they’ve got the best sundaes in town.”
          He nodded at your offer. “I never turn down a lead on good food, especially the best in town.”
          “Well, finish your paperwork and then come meet me there. I have plenty of leads we can talk about.” You teased.
          “Great. I’ll see you there.” He grinned. He knocked on the top of the car before standing up straight and stepping away so you could drive off.
          You glanced in the rearview and saw him heading back into the building once you had pulled away. You weren’t sure how the night wound up in this direction, and you were a little scared of what your dad would have to say about it, but that didn’t stop you from driving to Lonnie’s for a late-night sundae with your favorite detective.
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annelisreadingroom · 30 days
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Just a cold day on the beach in Ontario. Do you like books set in virtual reality? If yes, then here is one such book.
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hazelnutgirlsworld · 1 year
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A wallpaper I made once mixing gothic, Art Deco and detective Cyrus Lupo
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tina-aumont · 1 month
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Interview with Tina Aumont 3
Following that, in 66 there was “La Curé” by Roger Vadim, with Jane Fonda. Do you have good memories of it?
Very good. Christian Marquand, my husband at the time, was Roger Vadim's best friend, and I practically filmed with family. I haven't seen Vadim for a while, but we've kept in touch.
Still in 66, you played in “Texas across the River” by Michael Gordon.
Yes, it was quite unexpected. This is Alain Delon's first American film. I had tried out for the role of an Indian woman engaged to Delon. It's a western-comedy, a really good one, too, with Dean Martin. Hollywood filming, with the construction of a city in the middle of the desert. In there, I play the Colt! I gallop a little everywhere. I'm doing others in Italy. So, I later played Calamity-Jane in Luigi Bazzoni's Blu Gang in 1973.
In 67 we discovered you in “Troppo per Vivere, poco per morire...” by Michele Lupo.
Yes, I think it's a detective story. Apparently, it didn't impact me too much. I filmed in a version of Carmen by Prosper Merimée, entitled “Man, Pride, Vengeance” by Luigi Bazzoni with Klaus Kinski. A very beautiful film. Luigi Bazzoni made a career on his side. He had previously directed “La Femme du Lac”, a film with Virna Lisi. Another beautiful film, detective this one. He remained a friend.
Tina interviewed by Antoine Cervero in 2001. Published in January/June 2002 Cine Zine Zone number 134.
Very special thanks to @74paris for sharing this gem.
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patience. ( cyrus lupo x reader )
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Lupo was one bad date from believing that he was cursed. He had feelings for you for several months, and his reasons for not asking you out sooner was because work kept you both busy and his love life was one failure after another. After the last woman he cared for turned out to be one of the suspects they were looking for, Lupo intended to stay single for the rest of his life - something he had shared with you over a drink.
In line with your personality, you called him "dramatic" and a "man who lets a woman's appearance cloud their true character." Lupo had denied your claims, and when you asked him to argue his case, you jokingly called him "counselor". Lupo's argument was based entirely on you, which stunned you into silence as he described his first interaction with you in perfect detail, and you were taken back to the first day you entered the precinct to retrieve files that would help your defense case. However, Lupo appealed to your better nature, and you dropped the case and squashed your client's demands of suing the department.
"I knew that you were against your client from the beginning. You were forced to take the case and took the chance on missing a promotion to get the guy behind bars."
You sipped your drink before sitting it on the bar top. "Yeah, well, I've never been good at taking orders. One of the many, many reasons I could never be a cop."
"I don't mean that as a bad thing." He quickly backpedaled. "I meant that you do the right thing without caring about the consequences. And you do it with every case. And with people." When you raised an eyebrow, his lips formed a smirk as he explained, "Well, you tend to upset people with your honesty. But it's another thing I like about you."
Feeling a shift in the atmosphere, you looked at the detective, who took a long sip of his beer. "I'm not always honest." He looked at you curiously as you continued, "Remember when the shooter broke into my office, and you told me that I should've called you, and I said I didn't cause it was the middle of the night, and you had just gotten off shift, and I promised to tell you everything?"
"Yeah." He chuckled.
"Well, I lied." You turned to order another drink, and with a long sip, your drink was gone.
"What? Wait, wait, so what haven't you told me?" He asked, leaning his arm on the bar top as he turned to you.
"Your choice in women is poor." You held up a hand when he raised an eyebrow, continuing to speak before he could interrupt you. "No, you do have poor taste in women. But it's because you always want to see the good in people. Like me, for example. It's the eve of your day off, and you're sitting in a flashy bar instead of going home because you feel I deserve to have someone. And I don't need anyone." You concluded, referring to the time he had you meet him in what was known as a cop bar because most of the customers were cops, past and present. He had told you that it must've been lonely at the top, meaning the top of your field, and you had told him, "but the view is great."
Lupo had witnessed how personal cases became when you were named prosecutor, the opposition and your colleagues often questioned how you handled cases. Your sharp tone and honesty, which many found offensive, had gotten you into trouble many times, but Lupo was the first to understand that it was your way of keeping people away.
"Yeah, you do." He replied. "And before you judge my love life too harshly, I happened to be right about one woman in my life." He paused for a moment. "You."
"Me?"
"It's currently one in the morning, and you've just won another case, and instead of celebrating with a bottle of wine that would probably cost me three months' wages, you are here having a drink with me." You pondered his words, realizing he was right. "You do need somebody. Everyone does at some point."
"You've got me all figured out, huh?" You paid the bartender when he placed another drink before you, lifting the glass delicately as you turned to the detective beside you. "Have you ever considered that this," You gestured between you both, making the corner of his lips tug upwards at your aversion to labeling him as a friend. "is one, if not the biggest, reason why your relationships fail? You have a girl at home waiting, and here you are sitting with the antichrist."
Lupo had, in fact, considered this, hell he knew it was true, but he refused to let your comment slide so easily. "You're not the antichrist."
"Your partner thinks so. Actually, everyone does. Except you." You tilted your head as you met his gaze, and Lupo shook his head.
"You're not the antichrist. Little smug but," he shrugged, and you glared at him when he smirked, "you are great at what you do, so I let it slide."
You rolled your eyes before asking, "So why do you do it? Is it a charity thing?"
"Did you ever consider that I like your company?" He said, taking a sip of his beer. "After a long day of people lying, receiving some honesty is refreshing."
You stared at him for a moment. "If you can figure me out, then why can't you figure out the women in your life are crazy?"
"I am still busy trying to figure you out. That's why their craziness goes over my head."
You snickered, and he looked at you with a smile, chuckling as he shook his head. You observed him as he took another drink, sensing his sudden nervousness. You were getting closer to the truth; he knew it, and you knew he would tell you. He always told you everything eventually.
"Why do you keep trying to be my friend?" You asked.
"Because everybody needs somebody. And as hard as it may be for you to believe, I enjoy your company. Although it is frustrating when I feel like you're pushing me away and I can never figure out why." He replied.
"Maybe I'm protecting you." You told him.
"What? From you?"
"Is that such a wild thing to believe?"
Lupo set his beer down when you glanced away, playing with your glass, and he could see it then. The truth so openly presented in a moment of pure honesty. So he decided to return the favor.
"I don't really like them." He began, elaborating when you looked at him. "Sometimes I need a distraction. Then I get so distracted that I don't realize they could be a murderer."
Your eyebrows furrowed and while you wanted to make a witty remark, you instead opted to ask, "What do you need a distraction from? The job?"
"Parts of it." He said. "The things we deal with every day take their toll sometimes. And then there's you."
Expecting him to respond like everyone else, even though you knew how highly Cyrus thought of you, you were shocked when he made a confession that would change your life.
"For someone so smart, I don't know how you haven't realized I have feelings for you. That I have for a while." He chuckled lightly.
You knew. Of course, you knew about his feelings. But you had always dedicated yourself to your work, and meeting the persistent Cyrus Lupo, who wasn't so easily deterred as everyone else, determined to break down your walls to learn everything there was to know about you, had made cracks appear on those bricks. You knew tonight was a bad idea. But the scorching jealousy you had felt earlier when you heard about his relationship with the suspect, you knew you couldn't deny it to yourself anymore. Or to him.
"I know the thought of anyone getting close freaks you out. And I don't know who hurt you enough to make you shut yourself away. All I know is I wanna kick their ass." His speech made you smile faintly, and your gazes locked as he moved closer. "And I want to prove that I wouldn't dare hurt you. I'd sooner take a bullet."
"Don't say that. You are ninety-six percent more likely to be shot than anyone else in your profession. Even me. And a lot of people want to kill me." You attempted to scold him while lightening the atmosphere, but you weren't sure he had even heard you as he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear.
"Not if I kill them first. Plus, I'd have a good lawyer."
You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, and Cyrus closed the distance between you, kissing you tenderly but with enough hesitance that made you ease into the kiss. You placed a hand on the nape of his neck, drawing him closer momentarily before pulling away.
"I would be a witness; therefore, I couldn't represent you legally -" Cyrus cut you off with another kiss, and your eyes closed as you reciprocated his passionate kiss with equal fervor.
He pulled away after a few moments, but his hand remained on your cheek as his eyes searched your expression to try and gauge what you were thinking or feeling. And his worries were quickly taken away when you spoke.
"I have an overpriced bottle of wine at home. Do you want to join me?"
And Cyrus knew his patience had finally paid off.
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cantstoptheimagines · 2 years
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Barber Shop (Cyrus Lupo | Law & Order)
Summary — You’re surprised by Lupo’s sudden change in appearance.
Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; workplace flirting.
Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,048. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ This is based on the moments from Episodes 12 and 13 from Season 20, in which Van Buren convinces Lupo and Bernard to get rid of their “downtown look.”
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You had always known Anita Van Buren to be very, very honest. And she didn’t particularly care if someone didn’t like what she had to say. In this instance, however, you found that rather hilarious.
You were Van Buren’s personal secretary, not to mention one of her closest friends in the precinct. She knew everything about you, including the slight infatuation you had with a certain detective.
Lupo and Bernard had recently been investigating the death of a reporter, leading them to make a connection between her and a talk show host named Vanessa Carville.
As the four of you watched a portion of her show, you felt Lupo’s tall stature practically looming over you. He offered you a small smile when you glanced at him over your shoulder.
As Van Buren turned down the volume of her television, she looked at the detectives with suspicion, “Vanessa Carville?” 
“Megan Kerik wasn’t writing an article about women sleeping with their bosses,” explained Bernard, referring to the victim of their case. “She was writing about women who were sleeping with Vanessa Carville.” 
You nodded slowly, examining the woman on the television screen. The detectives’ investigation seemed to be going in the right direction.
“That may have included Megan,” said Lupo. “It turns out that before she reduced herself to digging up gossip for CitySmear, she was a production associate on The Sisters.” 
Van Buren shook her head, and replied, “I love this show! It’s a great way of turning off your brain for an hour.” 
“Would you love it as much if you knew Vanessa Carville was plowing through her female employees?” asked Lupo. 
You spared another glance at him, and agreed, “She’s married, and she has a family.” 
Bernard jumped in, “If she caught wind what Megan was writing about...” 
Van Buren slowly nodded, and sighed, “Go see her. You know, if it were for anything else, I’d ask you to get me some tickets to the show.” 
The two men nodded. As Lupo brushed past you, he whispered a quiet apology when he rested his hands against your shoulders. You waved your hand dismissively. 
“And one more thing!” said Van Buren, causing the men to stop in their tracks. “You know, I don’t know what kind of ‘downtown look’ you guys are going for with the stubble and all, but it’s not working.” 
You tried to smother your laughter by covering your mouth, but it didn’t seem to work very well. Lupo raised his eyebrows at you, and then he smirked at Van Buren, “For downtown or for you?” 
Van Buren narrowed her eyes at them, and said, “Both.” 
You turned away as Lupo looked at you once more. It was becoming harder to muffle your laughter at Van Buren’s comments. She had never been one to hold back. 
However, you could no longer contain yourself as she continued, “Have you looked in a mirror lately, Detective?”
Lupo and Bernard gave you amused expressions as you burst into laughter. Van Buren gave you a wink, letting you know that she was having just as much fun.
“All right,” shrugged Lupo, chuckling at the sight of you.
Bernard smiled as he followed his partner out of Van Buren’s office, “Okay then.”
Lupo couldn’t stop himself from glancing at you one more time, smiling as you continued to laugh with Van Buren. Even if it was at his own expense. 
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You waited patiently for the department’s coffee machine to brew a fresh pot. Van Buren had warned everyone that the office would be in for a long night, and you wanted to prepare yourself. 
Nearly releasing a sigh of relief once the coffee was done, you poured a cup for yourself and quickly began adding creamer. 
“Hey.”
You barely stopped yourself from accidentally knocking over your cup. Lupo chuckled as he moved to stand next to you, muttering, “Sorry.”
You shook your head, watching as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his broad chest. You blinked and forced yourself not to stare, instead turning your attention to the coffee in front of you. 
“It’s okay,” you replied. “How is your investigation going?” 
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “Our only suspect is being blackmailed, so we’ve hit a dead end for now. And she claims that she hasn’t spoken to our victim in over a year.” 
You offered him a smile, “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” 
Lupo examined you closely as he watched you stir your coffee. He then decided to get a cup for himself. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, and asked, “So what do you think?”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “About what?”
“My ‘downtown look,’ as Van Buren put it.” 
You failed to stop a smile from spreading across your lips. As you finished preparing your coffee, you quickly took a sip before replying, “I think it looks good, but you want to visit a barber shop... be my guest.”
Lupo chuckled, eyes following you as you gently patted his shoulder before finally leaving the room.
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It wasn’t too long after your encounter with Lupo in the break room that he surprised you again. He and Bernard had started working on a new case only a few days earlier, which left you to collect some files for Van Buren. 
As you entered the bullpen, you immediately heard her voice: “—without the beards, you guys look five years younger.”
You looked up from the reports in your hand, raising your eyebrows at the sight of Lupo and Bernard. Both men seemed to have taken Van Buren’s comments on their ‘downtown looks’ into consideration. Both of their faces were freshly shaven, making them look much different compared to their previous appearances. 
Van Buren took the files from your hands before finally disappearing into her office. Lupo gave you a small smile as he spread his arms out, and asked, “Well? What’s the opinion?” 
You smiled back, taking a moment to glance at the floor, “Like I said, Detective... I think it looks good.”
Lupo’s eyes followed you as you joined Van Buren in her office. As you closed the door, he felt himself flush with excitement while you gave him a once-over before finally disappearing from sight.
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tinkerbelldetective · 11 months
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Once again back with a Law and Order Poll
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Romanzi, racconti e storie da vedere sullo schermo
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Riprende la rubrica di consigli di lettura (e non solo): una piccola selezione da opere recenti o appena ristampate, insieme a uno sguardo sul passato.
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Tra i numerosi gialli pubblicati (è proprio un periodo fortunato per questo colore), vogliamo ricordarne alcuni.
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Dopo Flora, Alessandro Robecchi è da poco uscito con l’ultima avventura della banda Sistemi Integrati, capitanata dal seducente Carlo Monterossi (magnificamente interpretato da Fabrizio Bentivoglio nella serie televisiva): Una piccola questione di cuore. L’amore a tutti i livelli, romantico o autodistruttivo, è il vero protagonista di questa detective story: Si insinua tra i poliziotti incaricati delle indagini, coinvolge grandi boss della mala, normalmente privi di sentimenti umani, giovani intellettuali della Milano bene, irresistibili femmes fatales. Robecchi è sempre maestro nel gestire la tensione e nel mantenere viva l’attenzione del lettore fino all’ultima riga. 
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Accattivante fin dal titolo, Sono felice, dove ho sbagliato?, l’ultima attesissima fatica di Diego De Silva ci propone di nuovo l’ironico avvocato ‘d’insuccesso’ Vincenzo Malinconico, ormai alla sesta causa persa, almeno letterariamente parlando. La novità assoluta è che da questi thriller forensi la Rai ha tratto una fiction in cui il protagonista è interpretato da Massimiliano Gallo, che abbiamo avuto il piacere di ammirare come marito di Imma Tataranni nella serie omonima creata da Mariolina Venezia. In questo caso Malinconico difende gli indifendibili diritti di un gruppo, coalizzato in una class action, di Impantanati che pretendono di intentare causa in nome del loro amore perduto. Se questo fosse possibile, non basterebbero tutti i tribunali del mondo per ospitare i processi di chi si sente defraudato in campo sentimentale, eppure il Nostro, tenendo fede al suo profilo di soggetto atipico e difficile da inquadrare, si sobbarca l’immane impresa. “Fra risate, battibecchi, colpi di scena e ordinarie drammaturgie familiari, Malinconico riuscirà ad articolare una stralunata difesa”. 
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Anche per la tassista-detective Debora Camilli, che alla sua quarta avventura si è ormai guadagnata l’affetto di molti lettori, è in preparazione una fiction televisiva. Uscita dalla penna esperta di Nora Venturini, regista teatrale, sceneggiatrice e scrittrice (nonché moglie del fascinoso Giulio Scarpati), la giovane, intraprendente protagonista, che non ha potuto realizzare il sogno di entrare in polizia, ma conserva lo spirito del piedipiatti, pare destinata a trovarsi coinvolta in misteriosi omicidi: un po’ come la profezia che si auto-adempie… Dopo L’ora di punta, Lupo mangia cane e Buio in sala, è appena uscito Paesaggio con ombre, dove lo sfondo è quello incantatore del Lungotevere Flaminio, dalle cui acque è stato ripescato un cadavere privo di documenti. Anche in questa puntata la strana coppia composta da Camilla e dall’anti-divo commissario capo Edoardo Raggio porterà felicemente a termine il caso. 
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Passando alla narrativa, La grande Zelda (2022) di Pier Luigi Razzano non è una biografia, ma un romanzo, in cui la protagonista racconta in prima persona la sua storia: un ritratto che ci svela la sua complessa personalità, la creatività messa in ombra dal successo del celebre marito, le passioni trascurate (il ballo, la scrittura, la pittura). Delle opere (lettere, racconti composti a quattro mani insieme al marito e il romanzo Lasciami l’ultimo valzer) potete trovare ampia scelta nel nostro catalogo. Ricordiamo anche che la “piccola compagnia della magnolia” presenterà, per il 28-29-30 ottobre, uno spettacolo sulla straordinaria figura di Zelda Fitzgerald (Teatro Linguaggicreativi). 
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Per par condicio, avendo parlato di Zelda, non possiamo trascurare il suo augusto consorte citando i Racconti dell’età del jazz, ambientati nei Roaring Twenties, i Ruggenti Anni Venti che, secondo Fernanda Pivano, furono “il decennio di tutte le proteste e di tutte le rivolte, delle utopie più ottimistiche e delle delusioni più spietate”. Di queste undici short stories, che potrebbero essere usate come modello per gli studenti dei corsi di scrittura, ricordiamo Il curioso caso di Benjamin Button, da cui è stato tratto un film; Il diamante grosso come il Ritz, racconto grottesco e simbolico di denuncia sociale; il suggestivo e notturno Tarquinio di Cheapside, da cui stralciamo questo paragrafo:
Non era roba per la ronda: quella notte Satana era in libertà, e a Satana somigliava l’uomo che si intravedeva per primo davanti, calcagno sul cancello, ginocchio sopra la recinzione. Era anche evidente che il nemico si aggirava vicino a casa, o almeno in quella zona di Londra consacrata ai suoi desideri più volgari, perché la via si restringeva come una strada in un quadro e le case si serravano sempre di più le une sulle altre, chiudendosi in un’imboscata naturale adatta al delitto e alla sua teatrale sorella, la morte violenta.
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Piccoli capolavori sono gli inediti pubblicati nel 2017 in Per te morirei: diciotto racconti, presentati ognuno da un breve cappello che ne ripercorre le vicissitudini editoriali. Contengono tutta l’America di Fitzgerald: la guerra civile, l’amata New York, il mondo del cinema e quello dell’editoria (su questo argomento il racconto d’apertura Il «pagherò» è davvero esilarante), l’ambiente dei ricchi qual era – e non è più stato – negli anni Venti e quello dei poveri della Grande Depressione. Il tutto in uno stile unico, incisivo, scattante, con calibratissime, sorprendenti, ironiche metafore. Pura maestria letteraria. 
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Vogliamo ricordare brevemente Gianni Celati, che ci ha lasciato all’inizio di quest’anno: grande scrittore, critico, traduttore (da segnalare la sua versione dell’Ulisse di Joyce, del 2013), professore di Letteratura anglo-americana (tra i suoi allievi Pier Vittorio Tondelli), nonché appassionato viaggiatore (durante il suo lungo soggiorno in Tunisia imparò la lingua araba). Il testo che consigliamo è quello dei Meridiani di Mondadori, Romanzi, cronache e racconti, che offre un ampio spettro dei suoi lavori e una vasta possibilità di scelta. I lettori lombardi (Celati era nato a Sondrio) riconosceranno nel suo stile lento e pacato, nelle descrizioni di paesaggi, nei diari di viaggio il familiare aspetto della pianura padana, come nella raccolta Narratori delle pianure, che spesso riporta storie tramandate oralmente, ammantate di uno stralunato stile fiabesco: si va dalla vicenda del radioamatore di Gallarate che si reca in una sperduta isola della Scozia (L’isola in mezzo all’Atlantico), alla ragazza giapponese del racconto omonimo che non può vivere senza consultare ogni settimana il suo signist o consigliere zodiacale, al barbiere con problemi esistenziali (Vivenza d’un barbiere dopo la morte). Scrittore che sa accontentare tutti i gusti, un vero “classico contemporaneo” secondo la definizione di Marco Belpoliti.
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Facendo un passo indietro nel tempo, un best seller ingiustamente dimenticato è Il verdetto, di Barry Reed (1980), da cui Sidney Lumet ha tratto nel 1982 un favoloso film con Paul Newman, Charlotte Rampling e James Mason. Si tratta di un legal drama (l’autore era egli stesso avvocato), che ricorda altre storie del genere (come quelle raccontate nei film La giuria, Erin Brockovich, Rain man), che descrivono la resistenza folle e disperata di piccoli onesti individui in lotta contro enti potenti (grandi compagnie di assicurazione, grandi studi legali, grandi aziende), armati soltanto della più ostinata cocciutaggine e della forza derivata da un profondo senso di giustizia. Una raccomandazione: fate attenzione, se lo leggete sui mezzi, perché ne sarete così coinvolti da rischiare di mancare la vostra fermata! 
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Agli amanti del pantagruelico investigatore Nero Wolfe proponiamo, nel caso in cui a qualche fortunato fosse sfuggito, Champagne per uno, un giallo spumeggiante per alleggerire lo spirito dei nostri affezionati lettori in questi tempi agitati. Se una donna dalla psiche palesemente fragile, che viaggia con una fiala di cianuro nella borsetta e proclama a gran voce di essere stanca di vivere, muore all’improvviso dopo aver bevuto una coppa di champagne, nessuno si sogna neppure lontanamente di sospettare un omicidio. Nessuno tranne il sagace Archie Goodwin e il suo ‘planisferico’ datore di lavoro. Una lettura d’evasione, ma di eccellente fattura.
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Ancora per gli amanti del giallo classico, è appena stata pubblicata una corposa edizione dei racconti e dei radiodrammi di Ellery Queen a cura di Carlo Lucarelli. Il volume non ha pretesa di esaustività, obiettivo quasi impossibile data la vastità della produzione del dinamico duo di cugini, ma nutre l’ambizione di aver raggiunto il massimo livello di ampiezza possibile (c’è anche un racconto che non era mai stato pubblicato in Italia). Gli unici gialli che si rivolgono direttamente al lettore, per sfidarlo a svelare il mistero, dopo che gli sono stati forniti tutti gli elementi chiave per poterlo dipanare: così faceva anche il mitico Jim Hutton (padre del talentuoso Timothy, che ha interpretato anche Archie Goodwin, forse in competizione con il padre) nella favolosa serie degli anni Settanta.
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ao3feed-gav900 · 1 year
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forever damned
https://ift.tt/HQTgOV8 by Lupo (LupoLight) Stuck in a bad position, things could only get worse for Detective Reed when another body is behind him, unseen due to the collapsed wall between them. To make matters worse, he can't stop thinking of it after it happens. Words: 5265, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Series: Part 8 of Works For Others Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Stuck in a Wall, Trapped, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Minor Injuries, Heavy Drinking, Drinking to Cope, Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, Hurt No Comfort, Hurt Gavin Reed, Guilt, Rough Sex, Masturbation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
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teamstormbow · 1 year
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This is an ✨Italian post✨ for all the bilingual Italians who play modded Among Us. I’m thinking of translating the roles, but I’m having a bit of trouble with some of them and would like a second (or third, or fourth) opinion. This is what I have so far: Altruist: Altruista Amnesiac: Amnesiaco/a Arsonist: Incendiario/a Assassin: Assassino/a Bait: Esca Blackmailer: Ricattatore/trice Bomber: Bombarolo/a Bounty Hunter: Cacciatore/trice di Taglie Child: Bambino/a Deputy: Vice Detective: Detective Doctor: Dottore/essa Engineer: Ingegnere/a Escapist: Evasore/a Executioner: Boia Godfather: Padrino Grenadier: Granatiere/a Guardian Angel: Angelo Custode Haunter: Persecutore/trice Imitator: Imitatore/trice Investigator: Investigatore/trice Lawyer: Avvocato/a Lovers: Amanti Jackal: Sciacallo/a Janitor: Netturbino/a Jester: Giullare Mafioso: Mafioso/a Mayor: Sindaco/a Medic: Medico Medium: Veggente Miner: Minatore/trice Morphling: Metamorfe Necromancer: Negromante Pestilence: Pestilenza Phantom: Spettro Plaguebearer: Untore/trice Poisoner: Avvelenatore/trice Seer: Augure Sheriff: Sceriffo/a Sidekick: Tirapiedi Snitch: Spia/Spiffero Spy: Talpa (depends on the mod; otherwise, this is also ‘Spia’) Survivor: Superstite Swooper: Incursore/a The Glitch: L’Anomalia Time Lord: Cronocineta Tracker: Segugio Transporter: Trasportatore/trice Underdog: Subalterno/a Undertaker: Becchino/a Vampire: Vampiro/a Veteran: Veterano/a Vigilante/Retributionist: Giustiziere/a Vulture: Avvoltoio Warlock: Stregone Werewolf: Lupo/a Mannaro/a Whisperer: Seminatore/trice di Discordia Malalingua Witch: Strega I have no idea what to do for ‘Juggernaut’, ‘Camouflager’, ‘Trapper’, ‘Shifter’ and ’Swapper’, the translation for Whisperer is too long (but ‘Sussurratore’/’Complottista’ don’t convey the right feeling), and Witch/Warlock are far more gendered in Italian than in English. Ideas?
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bullet-prooflove · 8 months
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Maybe: Cyrus Lupo x Reader (Drabble)
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Tagging: @words-and-seeds @darqchilddaydreamz @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @callsignartemis @kmc1989
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Cyrus has always been open with his affection. Light touches, tender caresses and kisses that leave you aching for more. You think about that as you sit upon a barstool, clad in a pretty wrap dress sipping lemonade through a straw and watching yet another man slink away into the crowd.
“That’s the third guy in an hour.” He says as he cleans down the bar alongside of you. “A lot of lonely hearts in New York.”
“At this point it’s just depressing.” You tell him before turning your attention back to Cyrus. He’s dressed as one of the bartenders in a white shirt with a bowtie and bracers. You have to admit the look does something for you. You imagine sliding into his lap the way you used to, his fingertips ghosting up your thighs as your hands thread through his hair.
“He’s not coming tonight.” He murmurs, talking about the suspect. “Looks like we both got dressed up for nothing.”
“Hm,” You say, your gaze lingering on the outfit he’s wearing.
“Really?” He asks you, his palm smoothing over the crisp white shirt that he’s wearing.
“A little.” You tell him, poking at the ice cubes in your glass with your straw.
Cyrus leans forward, his elbows coming to rest upon the bar. The scent of his aftershave floods your senses, and it reminds you of nights wrapped up in his sheets, limbs entangled as he made love you with a passion you’ve never felt before or after.
“So, after this…” he trails off because he can’t bring himself to say it, to hope.
“Maybe.” You tell him with a heated gaze. “If you keep the outfit.”
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kwebtv · 2 years
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Joanna Barnes (November 15, 1934 – April 29, 2022) Film and television actress and writer.  She was best known for playing Vicki Robinson in the original The Parent Trap starring Hayley Mills. 
Barnes' initial appearance on television was in the episode "The Man Who Beat Lupo" on Ford Theatre. She made guest appearances on many television series, including the ABC/Warner Bros. programs 77 Sunset Strip and Maverick, CBS's Have Gun - Will Travel, What's My Line (11/28/1965), and the crime drama Richard Diamond, Private Detective. In 1960–61, she guest-starred on The Untouchables episode "90 Proof Dame" as the wife of a French exporter of brandy.
Barnes appeared as Kate Henniger, with Bing Russell and Arthur Space in the 1958 episode "Ghost Town" of the ABC/WB Western series Colt .45, starring Wayde Preston. In 1959, she portrayed Lola in the NBC detective series 21 Beacon Street.
In the 1960s, Barnes worked for producer Martin Ransohoff and appeared in episodes of his The Beverly Hillbillies ("Elly Goes to School" and "The Clampett Look") and was billed as special guest-star. Barnes played Peter Falk's former wife on the 1965–1966 CBS series The Trials of O'Brien and was host of the ABC daytime talk show Dateline: Hollywood in 1967.
She was also a frequent panelist in the early years of the syndicated version of What's My Line?. On December 19, 1972, Barnes appeared on The Merv Griffin Show with Joan Fontaine, Zsa Zsa Gabor and Dan Martino (founder of the Dan Martino School for Men).  (Wikipedia)
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damhoanhathien · 1 year
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As sad as I am about the collab not being DMC (realistically I always knew Monster Hunter was the better choice), somehow I think the public has yet to realize the new Siracusa event is sorta like an Ace Attorney “collab”. The setting has our operator Texas making music onstage with vocalist Sora and the band. Lappland enjoying it in the audience. The latter had no qualms about smashing her enemies right through the formers’ performance though. None of the 3 operators are phased in the slightest. Lappland crossing blades with Texas before tossing the second blade Texas needed to deal the finishing blow on the poor NPC. Sora was even so kind to provide live vocal BGM at the right moment (who’s to say she’s not using her Bard abilities). It’s strongly hinted that this isn’t the first time these 3 Lupos came across one another.
Life isn’t all sunshine & giggles for Texas though because of a death within her family. Lappland & Vigil are revealed to be members of their own criminal families. Lappland being a person of interest in someone’s theory crafting/case planning as seen by her photo being pinned in the middle of an evidence board. Private investigator? Detective perhaps? Penance being a judge of sorts, deliverer of justice, possibly having a hand in the courtroom drama playing out in this event. Plenty of news headlines could mean it’s a high profile case. We may not check off every single bullet point but as of now things are lining up pretty well.
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mothaus · 2 years
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* Primary Muses
** Secondary Muses
*** Muses to mess with a friend
**** Every once in a while
A Plague Tale
Hugo De Rune
His rats
A Song of Ice and Fire
Argella Baratheon(OC)**
Argella Durrandon**
Elyarra Stark(OC)**
Lyanna Stark**
Appleseed
Deunan Knute*
Castlevania
Lisa Tepes/Lisa of Lupu**
Cyperpunk 2077
Misty Olszewski**
Demento/Haunting Ground
Hewie*
Detective Comics/DC
Big Barda**
Barbara 'Batgirl/Oracle' Gordon**
Hawkgirl *Primarily from Justice League animated*
Martha Kent*
Deus Ex
Eliza Cassan**
Devil May Cry
Kyrie From Devil May Cry 4*
Dragon Age Series
Amalia 'Lia' Cousland, AU not a warden**
Aveline Vallen from DA II*
Disa Aeducan, Warden/HoF**
Kahlan Amell, Warden/HoF**
Lanarill Surana, Warden/HoF**
Lyna Mahariel, Warden/HoF** 
Wynne*
Mabari*
F.E.A.R. series
Alma Wade**
Final Fantasy
Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca From FFXII**
Jihl Nabaat from FFXIII*
Vivi from Final Fantasy IX*
Full Metal Alchemist
Riza Hawkeye*
Gojira/Godzilla
Mothra*
Ghost In The Shell
Kusanagi ‘The Major’ Motoko**
Halo:
Ethel Bette
Holly Tanaka*
Linda-058*
Kelly-087**
Sarah Palmer*
Veronica Dare**
League of Legends
Caitlyn Kiramman**
Mass Effect
ARIA T'LOAK*
MATRIARCH BENEZIA**
Hannah Shepard**
Karin Chakwas*
JUSTICAR SAMARA**
Tali'Zorah nar Rayya (Later Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy)**
Urdnot 'Eve' Bakara*
Metal Gear Solid
Laughing Octopus**
Olga Gurlukovich**
Paramedic**
Screaming Mantis*
Sniper Wolf*
Sunny Gurlukovich**
Mobile Suit Gundam
Christina Mackenzie from War in The Pocket**
Emma Sheen from Zeta*
Marida Cruz/Ple Twelve from Unicorn*
Pacific Rim
Sasha Kaidonovskya*
Resident Evil:
Dakota (oc tyrant dog)*
Excella Gionne**
Jill Valentine****
Kathy Burton**
Karena ‘Lupo’ Lesproux*
Michaela 'Bertha' Schneider **
Malèna Gionne (OC)*
Polly Burton**
Rebecca Chambers*
Silent Hill
Cynthia Velasquez***
Eileen Galvin**
Mary Shepherd-Sunderland**
Soul Caliber:
Isabella ‘Ivy’ Valentine***
StarCraft
November 'Nova' Terra**
Sarah Kerrigan*
Star Trek
Alexandria 'Alex' Munroe*
Beverly Crusher**
Kathryn Janeway*
Star Wars
Aunt Beru Whitesun-Lars*
Bastila Shan *
Darth Revan/Tru Mothma*
Etaine Skirata(OC)*
Kal Skirata**
Leia Organa-Solo**
Lord Mirdalan/Mird’ika*
Rav Bralor*
Shae Vizla**
Shmi Skywalker-Lars**
Tenel Ka Djo*
Tom Clancy's The Division
Triple A ( OC Medic )
Trigun
Milly Thompson*
Xena: Warrior Princess:
Xena*
My Own Creations
Aria Wiltz*
Betsy Anne Kleves*
Sully**
Gracie**
Rip**
Richard**
Isabel**
Stella**
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cutesiewooren · 2 years
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Detective Lupo, running whilst blowing a whistle:
Me:
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