#how does forensic evidence work here??

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Would you mind sharing your thoughts about mha’s world building? I never put much thought into it positive or negative. Where do you think there was wasted potential? I am curious

OH BOY, OKAY. BUCKLE UP. This isn’t really a cohesive essay covering all my thoughts, just some bigger points immediately coming to mind.

First things first, some context.

I have yet to run into any other fandom that lives off its own fanon the same way as the MHA fandom does. It’s not even like how the HP fandom did it, where they completely threw out the burning dredges of canon they didn’t like. Reading MHA fanfiction, there’s a lot of broadly accepted fanon that still gets treated like it could be canon. Idk, it’s weird and fascinating.

As you’ve probably figured out from my ramblings here and the random details I like stuffing into my writing, I care a lot about how fictional narratives can convey and explore societal institutions and conventions. Form should drive function, and everything should have consequences.

I am absolutely aware that MHA’s a mainstream shonen primarily functioning off the rule of cool, and thus isn’t supposed to operate at the level I keep trying to bully it onto.

Anyways, short story of my love/hate relationship with this series boils down to: it keeps bringing up tiny details that implies that SOMEONE on that writing/editing team is trying to make this series deeper than an almost dried out puddle, and then abandoning all thought for more of the same old “who can punch hardest” boring shonen tropes.

Also, I’m an American reading this without the full Japanese cultural context.

Here’s the long story.

Inherently, My Hero Academia is telling a story of a society reaching its breaking point under the strain of its social politics, through the lens of a highly influential and powerful industry associated with law enforcement. From the beginning, the series introduces the concept of a social hierarchy constructed on the basis of having a quirk and its raw talent. It’s a story of blind veneration and a country still not fully ready to accept a world of superpowers.

And to me, it’s extremely important to understand that for all that professional heroes are technically public servants, professional heroics is first and foremost an industry.

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Okay, let’s just start with quirks themselves.

To this day, I’m still a much bigger fan of the spinoff manga than the main manga itself. I like the cast better, I love their interactions with each other, the plot makes sense, and it still has spent more actual panels discussing the impact of trying to accommodate quirks in universe than the main series has. Sure, Hori put in tidbits into the end of chapter extras, but that’s it.

Vigilantes actually takes the time to discuss how people with non-humanoid quirk mutations can run into difficulty finding affordable housing and the inadequate government assistance on that front. This piece of worldbuilding actually has consequences on characters and as the plot progresses, the consequences actually have influence on locations that appear as settings.

The main manga just doesn’t have this level of thought.

How do highways and mass transportation handle very large individuals and very small individuals? What changes to building codes and architecture has there been? What changes had to come to product design to accommodate different quirks? How do you as a society deal with individuals whose biology aren’t close to the old quirkless standard? What happened to food production and distribution? How well are government agencies addressing concerns brought up among the citizens due to their quirks? What impact has quirks had on the medical system?

(Minor pet peeve, and this is more directed towards fanon. I personally hate healing quirks, from a logistical and ethical standpoint. Canon proves that repeated use and high stress causes quirks to evolve and change over time. If you’re medical personnel and you’re using your quirk on your job, that quirk’s going to change its effects and abilities over time. Hello? Do you have any idea what the short- and long-term side effects of your quirk fully are? How did you figure out its full benefits and drawbacks? Are you taking a risk with each new patient that something completely unexpected could occur? Do you know how annoying it is when you can’t replicate or standardize procedures in a field like medicine where you need to carefully evaluate safety through scientific investigations? Do you know what using healing quirks sound like to me? Dangerous human experimentation, on both the patient and the doctor. AAAAUGH.)

I really want to know the political history behind the rise of quirks. What rate did it spread across the world and through generations? How did the politics around quirk rights shift over time? When did society stop using language like “meta-humans” or “quirked individuals” and started assuming having a quirk should be the default for describing humans? When did quirks first appear in the Imperial family? What shifts happened in rhetoric across the political spectrum over time in relation to quirks? How did that influence legislation and law enforcement? How does that influence employment statistics and population demographics? How did what was considered “desirable” change with each generation and decade? What influence did quirks have on the international scene? What really happened during the period of chaos and violence in the earlier quirk years? What pressured the system to finally hitting its boiling point? What were all the influences that finally calmed that period down?

Hori, for the love of god, shut up about daddy issues and fuck you for turning AFO into a stupid, boring cartoon villain.

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If you’re going to introduce a corrupt government institution that has no problems abusing its power to order assassinations and partake in child trafficking, go all in. And I don’t mean go all in the way the “HPSC Bashing” tag on AO3 tends to. I mean stop treating the HPSC like some kind of singular monolith that didn’t derive its power through its connections and influence.

If you have corruption in the HPSC, that means you have corruption in the Ministry of Justice. You have influence and competition with the police force. You have relationships with the courts and the judges ruling cases. You have the ears of politicians in the National Diet writing laws on criminal justice and prison infrastructure. You have sway through your own regulations and oversight on heroes and their agencies. You can steer the industry towards addressing one kind of crime over the other by dangling the secret ranking algorithm over the heroes’ heads.

You can create a society where the shiny surface covers over the reality of letting violent offenders go on light sentences, if they’re prosecuted at all, so you can have enough repeat offenders to feed and inflate the apprehension and arrest performance metrics of heroes. You can create a society where powerful businesses can lobby with their money to influence patrol routes. You can create a society where the insular press clubs dutifully spread your party message across the country. You can actively craft a society that forces large portions of your population into crimes of desperation in order to feed the gaping maw of an oversaturated hero industry.

This is just run of the mill politics and dealmaking, folks. You don’t need to turn towards torture and more cartoonishly evil entities to create conflict. Freaking – god, I hate whump. (EDIT: it occurred to me after posting that this is a great place for me to wax poetic about how much I LOVE, ADORE, APPRECIATE “may death never stop you” by slex on AO3 for addressing some of my points in a witty and engaging way. Superb writing.)

Of course, MHA also doesn’t go into goddamn ANY OF THIS even in the background as flavoring that can color the plot in interesting ways. Hori, it’s not enough to just have Aizawa point out that his students are being drafted as child soldiers, and then move on. HELLO? HELLO?

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MHA, I swear, is your technology more advanced or not? You can’t just throw in “Detnerat makes support tech and now it’s moving to hero gear” and then bail. And the way it’s portrayed? As making all this custom gear? Tailored to each customers’ quirk? MAKES NO SENSE FOR A LARGE CORPORATION? How did you scale that?? How are your logistical supply chains not a profit killing mess? What on earth is your manufacturing and fabrication process like? How inefficient are your operations that no one freaks out or notices your prototypes being intentionally leaked to the black market? How did you even make those connections, you’re a bunch of –

Using the excuse that they’re the arc’s villains is such lazy worldbuilding. Sure it’s in-line with the series LITERALLY going “UA’s Sports Festival has replaced the Olympics in importance” (w h a t, no, bullshit, get back here, STOP MOVING ON, HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE), but still it’s frustrating and it’s lazy.

Smartphones and vehicles?? Still look the same?? Even though chapter one implies it’s been around a couple centuries since roughly modern times?? Are holographs cheap tricks or not?? If they are, why aren’t they more widespread? Why are there still plenty of normal monitors and TVs? If they’re not, then why is UA able to jam them into their acceptance letters and it’s able to be some kind of bonus item among Kirishima’s merch?

I swear there was no thought put into tech beyond pure rule of cool. Which creates completely arbitrary hijinks and aesthetics without a lot of internal consistency, for something that really should be extremely important in universe across society, not just with heroes.

Like at least ATLA’s consistent and there’s logic going on with its tech. They’ve pulled off some things that also raise a ton of question marks with me (again, putting all that fire right next to the airship fleets is a recipe for disaster), but there’s at least an internal logic. Take Sokka’s submarines for example. The thought behind their design makes sense in a world with waterbending.

MHA’s just like, “And now UA’s a flying fortress.” WHAT??

(Disclaimer: Like how I don’t consider material outside the original shows canon for ATLA, I don’t really treat the movies as canon to MHA either. If people try bringing up I-Island at me, they’re just going to get a different giant but WHY rant.)

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Uuuugh, the Todoroki family situation.

This response is already clocking in over two thousand words, so I’ll save my giant rant about Hori’s and Japan’s stand on abusers for another day. Suffice it to say, I’m extremely cynical about the various redemption arcs and why they occur the ways they do. I believe the driving force behind those arcs is highly motivated by real world profits and massaging the series’ messaging to conform to an easy to digest black and white mentality.

But, it always makes me. so frustrated. how fic proves again and again how the Todoroki plot can be an excellent lens into the trappings and failings of elite pro hero society. It can be a really engaging lens into the corrupting influence of power and the dangers of blind hero worship. It can discuss people’s choices when the system fails them and their different decisions on how to take matters into their own hand. It can show the dangerous and corrosive effects vigilantism has on a society (ugh, more personal beef from me against some fandom tropes, ANYWAYS) through some of vigilantism’s more extreme manifestations.

The implications and consequences involved here are pure Navi bait. And Hori and his team just.

The things going on right now in canon always, guaranteed, makes me so angry.

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Also, as a final insult to injury, Hori’s self-insert is basically Mineta, whose main character trait is being a repeatedly aggressive sexual harasser. Dude.

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Idk if you really got anything out of this, I’ve been obsessively thinking about different parts and facets of the MHA universe for over a year now. My thoughts are just all over the place.

I still haven’t gone into the whole AFO situation from an organized crime perspective. Nor have I addressed the full impact of the ranking system on the hero industry as a whole, when you split heroes into a pyramid of the top elites, mid-tier, and bottom-tier groupings. Nor have I gone into all the wild potential and shenanigans of an elite, exclusive, and wealthy place like UA (that’s a whole fic in progress right now). Or about what kinds of social insecurities and concerns craft the look and feel of each generation of heroes.

There is just so much that can be explored in MHA, and since it’s a mainstream shonen, all it cares about is punching people real hard.

#the blah blahs #navi stirring up shit #MORE THINGS I DIDN'T TALK ABOUT #how does forensic evidence work here?? #why does the CRC's attitudes seem to have no greater impact on the plot and world as a whole? #wouldn't it be ironic and hilarious if heroes #defenders of the innocent and protectors of the public #have the majority of their mass produced merchandise made through basically slave labor in foreign countries because thanks capitalism? #why aren't more people talking about money laundering #what's the attitude on criminal rehabilitation really like in bnha canon? #like shut up about protecting your favs in fic #is the hero industry really going to allow effective community support and rehabilitation to happen? #on an individual level they all have SO LITTLE incentive to actually support rehabilitation? #that's their KPIs on the line folks that's their salaries #WHYYYY is this world so cool with the human rights abuse going on left and right #just look at tartarus MASSIVE HUMAN RIGHTS ABUSE RIGHT THERE FOLKS #it will never stop being hilarious to me how frequently this fandom forgets that quirk canceling technology DOESN'T EXIST #IT'S NOT CANON #the closest thing to quirk canceling technology in canon is overkill via physical restraints #where using your quirk will actively harm you #this is just all my beef with canon lmao #we haven't even covered my shit stirring urges in regards to popular fandom tropes

[genshin-scenarios]

android au - detective droids

Summary: In a modern-futuristic world, it is possible to create androids that are so advanced, they’re more or less human. There will be 5 android au posts total, each focusing on a different group! 

The Sumeru collection was created specially for detective and investigation workplaces.

Characters: Tighnari, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno

Tighnari specializes in evidence collection on sites and processes them in the lab. You have no idea why they made him so pretty (don’t the designers know that it might distract you from work?), but paired with his underlying snark and the little smiles he only sends to you, you’re quite sure you have a favorite droid to visit during your breaks.

As a field agent, you’re no stranger to minor injuries and a few scrapes here and there, but Tighnari always chides you about being more careful. He often ends up treating you and patching up the androids when nurses weren’t around, tail swishing absentmindedly as he focuses on applying salves to your skin. 

Tighnari is rather careful when it comes to you - or perhaps more gentle might be the better word, considering how he just pushes the others around, giving them a ‘told you so’ while rolling his eyes. You don’t realize this, but his gaze always drifts to you at these times, ears picking up on the little giggle that escapes your lips.

His ears and tail increase his sensitivity to his surroundings, meaning Tighnari notices details about a crime scene that regular people wouldn’t. The same goes for changes in his co-workers, be it burnt-out employees or ones that seem to have their loyalties switched… he never admits it, but Tighnari sends this information to Cyno or Alhaitham if he suspects it might bring harm to the agency, in terms of catching double-agents.

Once, the final straw was when he saw said double-agent trying to approach you. You were on a rather sensitive case and had tight lips, which led to them trying to attach a bugging device on your attire. Thankfully, Tighnari was quick to remove it, telling you that there was dust on your coat.

…Level headed as he is, Tighnari is quite protective of those he considers his close friends. He’s quite popular around the workplace anyways, so he does use this to keep tabs on people. No one said his work ended with just forensics, right?

A data collection droid, Alhaitham is often known as a ‘witness’ of sorts that records everything he deems useful to a case. Due to his personality however, sometimes he just stands there and judges people, silently making comprehensive notes about their speech, body language, and any suspicions he may have.

These transcripts then go to you. Alhaitham highlights what is most relevant and enjoys seeing what you think before sharing his own theories. Some people say that the both of you sound like masterminds cooking up a concerning plan in the office, catching snippets of your conversation that sound like: 

‘you did say he bought copious amounts of gasoline…’ ‘so it’s legal to blow up the factory?’ ‘i’ll check through my database, but i’m sure we can find a loophole’

People that aren’t close to Alhaitham might think he’s stoic and a stickler for the rules, but you’re more than aware of the chaotic-neutral methods he has a penchant for. In a sense, data collection really suited Alhaitham, who enjoyed seeing people squirm at the idea that he could psychoanalyze their deepest darkest thoughts. 

As much of a dramatic he is, Alhaitham doesn’t tolerate uncooperative people or those that lash out against your team. Once, you were interviewing people for a case when an aggressive bystander attempted to attack you, only for Alhaitham to surprise everyone by knocking him out with one blow.

He says he controlled his strength, so there wouldn’t be any lasting injuries… but suffice to say the rest of your interviewees were very obedient after that.

Alhaitham also enjoys annoying (pissing off) certain people as a way to get ‘extra data’. You let it slide only because you’re aware he always has a reason for his actions. 

At one point you asked Alhaitham why he manages to get along well with you, despite usually keeping to himself at the office. He merely shrugs, saying that it’s only natural to have good relations with someone he’s often partnered with.

That, and… if he was with you, he wouldn’t be accused of slacking off.

Kaveh often works as an informant or undercover agent. His job relies more on his ability to pass off as a human, and his empathetic nature helps with that whenever he’s on the field. You’re his partner on these missions, either watching from the hidden cameras in his system or working by his side. 

Kaveh does get a little annoyed however if people attempt to flirt with you during these, even if you were letting them because it was a way to gain information. He reasons that because he’s an android, he should do those tasks instead - Kaveh doesn’t want to burden you with that kind of work if possible. You’re the same; you may not be a saint, but it’s easy to want to treat Kaveh well.

Kaveh also has a legendary reputation as an escape artist. He claims it was just a stroke of luck, but he undoubtedly is good at navigating through even the most fortified buildings and picking the best spots to place explosives to knock it down.

He often gets embarrassed when people praise his skill, but only you’re aware of the work that Kaveh puts in, memorizing blueprints and guessing where hidden floors may be. Seeing him get the recognition he deserves always fills you with pride.

Once, you were on a mission alone and trapped within the workings of an underground fortress. To say that Kaveh appearing out of nowhere felt like an angel came to save you wouldn’t be too far off. With worry plastered on his face as he checked if you were alright, he quickly led you through the building with the distractions he had in place. Kaveh explains that once he heard backup was needed at your location, he’d quickly volunteered himself for the task.

‘Ah… not that I’m expecting your thanks for anything like that! …Um, I’m about to deactivate the lights, so could you hold onto my hand? I’ll lead us to the exit.’

Cyno is an android designed for combat. Oftentimes he’s dispatched as a hitman or to guard important places and people. This time around, he’s been assigned to protect you.

Seeing as you’re being targeted by an unknown mastermind, the agency appointed Cyno to stay with you 24/7. He tries his best to simply be a ‘shadow’ at first so that you wouldn’t have to adjust your lifestyle for him, but after a while you told Cyno that you didn’t mind.

‘After all, I can just treat it as having a bodyguard or friend!’

Cyno can come off as intimidating to people, so he’s surprised by how friendly you are to him; asking him if he’d like to join in the activities you were doing, or what he likes to do in his free time.

Nowadays it’s hard to imagine going around without seeing him nearby, and once he even pretended to be your boyfriend when your acquaintances asked why you were always together.

‘Are you sure you’re alright with that? Your friends will think I really am dating you.’ ‘Well… I can’t really complain about having such a reliable “boyfriend”, can I?’ 

It becomes easier once you settle on this as a cover story, though Cyno doesn’t really do anything extra with the role besides holding the door more often and giving you fleeting smiles, unsure if he really looked the part with how serious his expression is otherwise. People think it’s cute. You find it more endearing when you pass by a collectives shop, and notice he’s glancing at the TCG cards on display.

One day, perhaps you’d order a custom card based on Cyno? From your chats with his friends, you think he might find it amusing at the very least.

Because of how he is with you, you forget that Cyno is normally feared amongst the enemies of their agency. He rarely misses his mark, nor does his targets escape his judgment without a price.

#tighnari x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #cyno x reader #4ggravate #al haitham x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact reader insert #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #traveler wishes

[pavo-ocxllus]

❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲! 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭…! ❞

romantic shenanigans ensue when you start working for an infamous law firm and most definitely doesn't have to do with my recent hyper fixation on law at the moment.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠…

detective!shikanoin heizou as the number one detective at fontaine legal firm. as well as the pursuit of justice, he's also on the pursuit of you!

forensic scientist!albedo who's disillusioned from the thrilling profession of delving into the ground zero of crime scenes. though, with a case such as you, he might be wrong.

police officer!xiao who takes his job too seriously and instead of trying to arrest childe, he should be arresting you for stealing his heart ;)

prosecutor!cyno who's presence in the court is as vicious as his horrible puns. though—you can't deny that the tension between the both of you rival that viciousness.

pre-law!gorou with a strangely strong sense of smell and hearing, he possesses a not so strange sense of justice (and you!)

rival attorney!alhaitham who can't seem to stop meeting your path—or rather, crashing into it. with the (admittedly one-sided) feud stemming all the way from freshman year of university, it eventually led to the two of you unfortunately falling (in love?) into the same case.

interrogator!kaeya who's personality alone could be enough to pin this whole fiasco on him one bad day and simultaneously believe he's an angel on earth the next. somehow, his talents as an interrogation officer is the only thing about him that stays consistent, and perhaps something else...

mob boss!childe that can't stop finding different ways to drive you crazy. from remaining to do things that make the case worse against him to his endless teasing, the fact that he's actually innocent is the most daunting factor of working with him.

delinquent!arataki itto who is clearly innocent of his involvement in diluc's case. what kind of incriminating evidence does an anonymous tip have that made everybody believe he almost assassinated him?

and defendant!diluc, the man of the hour and whose car accident acts as the center that three cases revolve around. why does one have the motive to kill the wealthy wine tycoon, and most importantly, who was responsible?

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠…

klee, who despite her strange nonchalance towards explosives and having alarmingly close access to ingredients to make them, is quite the adorable young girl that loves you, her big brother albedo, and the two of you together very much!

hr!kuki shinobu who is absolutely done with heizou's fontaine legal firm's antics. she does have the qualifications to work as an attorney rather than at human resources, but she wouldn't want to work with itto more than she already has to—and he doesn't even work there!

attorney!yanfei as one of the few sane people working at fontaine legal firm. though she rarely get's involved in the daily chaos of her workplace, her fiery spirit in the courtroom knows no bounds!

part-time barista!kaveh that was (begrudgingly) ordered by alhaitham to get a job so he could stop pathetically drowning in student loan debt and his latest architectural project. horrible with drinks and customer interactions outside of his usual field, it's safe to say he'd rather be in crippling debt.

hu tao serving as the proprietor of wangsheng funeral parlor and as a partner in crime to itto and heizou, much to everybody's annoyances. queen of "it was getting a little chummy around here," she is a reliable source of information.

and perhaps more?

IMPORTANT...

i'll attempt to have a taglist! hopefully, it doesn't end up as a whole-ass nightmare, but how it works is that i will reblog the start page every time i update the routes with the taglist in tow and hope for the best! if you want to be added, you can message me or send an ask! though, just to be safe, you can turn on notifs!

there's a lot of possible routes cuz i'm lowkey a sadist, four "bad endings," ten "good endings," a neutral ending, and maybe a few secret endings (who's gonna get them first?? 👀)

there isn't a set schedule for the time being! where i live in, i'm busy with preparing for a standardized test (staar will be the death of me). please be patient with me!!

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… heavily inspired by law dramas, tears of themis, shojo manga, manhwa, the works; fluff, hurt/comfort, interactive fic, angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… heavily inspired by law dramas and tears of themis (so i wouldn't have to do too much research lmao), definitely not realistic MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH DEPENDING ON WHAT ROUTE YOU TAKE LATER ON

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨)

#𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.! #𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠: [𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲! 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭...!].! #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #gorou x reader #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader #arataki itto x reader #itto x reader #cyno x reader #alhaitham x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[photoboothphotos]

Honest Character

Jake Peralta x Reader - Dating the Captain's daughter [1.2K Words]

The Brooklyn summer heat had taken a toll on the city. Everyone at the office was dripping through their shirts this morning due to the absence of air conditioning, courtesy of a broken fuse that impacted all of New York City. The entire squad was forced to dress summer casual, looking like a bunch of vacationers that had washed up into the precinct, with only Capitan Holt abiding to the work-place dress code.

So, when you walked into the police station with your yellow sundress swaying up your thighs, Jake Peralta had no choice but to look you up and down like a tall glass of water. With sunglasses adorning your head like a crown, you walked straight into the Captain’s office without saying a single word. The Captain had shut his office door behind you, forbidding any eavesdropping of the conversation.

“Jake, stop staring down the new sketch artist,” Terry commanded from his desk, “You’re going to scare her away before she even starts.”

The detective turned towards Terry, confusion running through his brows, “We hired a new sketch artist? How come I was never told this?”

“Because you always hit on the new hires,” Rosa chimed in dropping off a shared file onto Jakes desk, “Holt asked us all to keep her transfer a secret until she got here.”

With genuine hurt, Jake shot his friends an accusing look, “That’s crazy. I am a delight to meet, I can keep this profresh. It’s all of you making this unprofresh.” He huffed with frustration earning sympathetic gazes from the rest of the squad. Before anyone had the chance to add to the conversation, the room went quiet with Holt calling Jake towards his office before closing the door once more. Standing up, Peralta turned to the sargent with a smirk, “See! I am a delight.” With determination he marched to the Captain’s office, smoothing out his short-sleeved flannel.

“Jake, I’d like to meet (Y/N) H.C.” The Captain introduced the two of you with a gesturing hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jake Peralta. You must be the new sketch artist,” Jake stated proudly reaching for your hand and giving Holt a smug look, “What does the H.C. stand for, Honest Character? We sure need more of that around here.” The detective gave his superior another annoyed look, still frustrated from being kept out of the loop.

You looked between the officers, clearly you had stepped into a separate argument. Deciding to ignore the unknown elephant in the room you took Jake’s hand, giving him a shake. “No, it’s short for Holt-Cozner. I’m from the Seven-Three’s forensics division, my dad said you needed some help with the Davidson murder.”  You clarified, with question taking over your voice. The silence ran thick throughout the office, both Holt and yourself confused beyond belief. You slowly retrieved your hand away from Jake’s when it was evident that he’d been shocked frozen.

“Your dad?” Jake quipped, bewildered by the fact.

“Yes,” Holt confirmed hesitantly, unsure of what had taken over his subordinate. “I had Santiago inform the team that my daughter would be visiting and helping you with the case.”

With twisted lips Jake shot a look at his desk, now crowded with snickering friends and an apologetic looking Boyle. Peralta knew this was payback for when he embarrassed his co-worker during last week’s briefing. In an awkward haste, Jake led you a spare room leaving you with no choice but to mumble a quiet “I’ll see you at dinner” to Holt before exiting.

You reviewed the photos and DNA evidence quietly, unsure of what was going through the detective’s mind. With a slight cough you cleared your throat before speaking, “It’s odd that there aren’t any fingerprints around the apartment that match the ones on the weapon,” you started “How did they enter the apartment in the first place? And even then, why not take the same precautions with handling the weapon. It’s like they’re a ghost and only moralized to kill the victim.”

Jake looked at you excitedly, a lightbulb illuminating in his head. “Because they were framed!” He yelled excitedly shuffling through the files bringing your attention to a picture of the apartment owner, “We dismissed this guy’s prints because it’s his apartment, but he must’ve blackmailed our suspect into putting his prints on the weapon – the suspect kept on saying he was there returning a favor, and that’s it.” The detective shook his head in disbelief, already over the embarrassing moment from earlier, “You’re a genius.”

“It was your solve detective, I’m just happy to help.” You smiled, getting ready to show yourself out.

“Wait, don’t you want to stay for the interrogation?” Jake asked, hoping he would have the opportunity to make up for his horrible first impression, “Or at least long enough for me to take you out for lunch?” He could tell that the latter offer took you by surprise. So, he offered you a welcoming arm, inviting you to link with it, “Do you like Pizza?”

The awkwardness from earlier had washed away as the two of you shared a laugh over two slices of New York’s finest pizza and ice-cold orange sodas. Jake had explained the entire situation from this morning and in return you had described to him your life with your dads: Raymond Holt and Kevin Cozner.

“You have the coolest dads ever,” Jake exclaimed taking another slice of pepperoni pizza. The cheese stretched as he placed the slice back down, “I can’t believe that this is the first time I’ve heard of you.”

You shook your head, laughing at the hanging cheese string dangling from Jake’s lips. You were thankful for the bright sun leaving a pink tint on your skin, effectively hiding your growing blush. Your dad had told you many stories about the detective. Nights of going on and on about his awful handwriting, his silliness during Halloween, and how he had set every precinct record since Holt had taken command. You had been curious about Peralta, but you would have never thought he’d be this charming. Maybe it was the romantic pop song playing on the radio, or the heat coming from the kitchen, but desire had bubbled in your heart, and you were itching for more time with him.

With his permission, you wiped off the extra sauce and cheese off the corner of Jake’s mouth, making you suddenly shy. “Yeah, and yet I’ve already learnt so much about you.”

Jake’s smile grew bigger, happy that he’d manage to turn the situation around. The way your sundress hiked up your legs had not left his mind since this morning. Though he felt himself enchanted to meet you, he knew with certainty that he wanted to go about this spontaneous date correctly – with you being the Captain’s daughter and all. He felt it in his gut that you were going to be a forever thing, and his gut feelings were always right. “To even it out, maybe I can learn more about you over drinks tomorrow at the bar?”

You leaned in gifting the detective a light kiss on his cheek, unable to resist those dimples for any longer than you already have, “It’s a date.”

And it was one of the best dates both of you had been on. From that day forward, Jake no longer wanted or needed to hit on other new hires, not with you and your sundresses frequenting the precinct. The squad had grown fond of your budding relationship, with even the Captain showing signs of enthusiasm. As Jake meet you downstairs for another summer night of exploring the city, he thought to himself about how lucky he was to have been pranked by his friends that morning.

#jake peralta blurb #jake peralta imagine #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta x y/n #jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine imagine #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta fanfic #jake peralta oneshot #jake peralta drabble #jake peralta fiction #jake peralta fluff

[clementine-writes-things]

Safe With Me - E.N

Summary: Edward Nygma gets protective when he sees a coworker flirting with you. He knows you would never cheat on him, he trusts you. But, he doesn't trust the coworker.

Content Warning: Riddler comes out, explicit language, Possessive!Edward, Protective!Edward, hinting of sexual assault (NOT FROM EDWARD), reader goes by they/them, gn reader. EDWARD DID NOT KILL KIRSTIN, HE'S JUST STRUGGLING WITH HIS ALTER EGO. KIRSTIN IS NOT IN THIS STORY.

(I hope I didn't make this oneshot too 'SHE'S MIIIIINE! STAY AWAY FROM HERRRR' coded. I really tried hard not to LMAO. I worked so hard on this pls don't let it flop. Sorry if there are any typos its 1 in the morning ya'll don't come at me mother is tired.)

REQUESTED BY: @i-smoke-chapstick

Songs for inspiration:

Freak Show - Punkinloveee (this song just suits Edward so well I can't explain it)

Murder In My Mind - Kordhell

Billy Knows Jamie - 100 Gecs

Stray Bullet - KMFDM

(notice how they are all hyperpop songs...almost as if the genre fits him well..) (p.s. it does.)

READ BELOW CUT

Y/n had been dating Edward for around 6 months now, the two of them falling more in love with each other every day. They had met in a library, y/n had thought Edward worked there because of the way he dressed. Both of them had found it to be hilarious and decided to keep in touch, getting lunch together the day after. Immediately the two of them hit it off, dating the day after their lunch. Edward still had a hard time believing that they were really dating him. They were so attractive and breathtaking, and he was a nerdy forensics examiner. But, he counted his blessings and felt extremely lucky. He knew that they weren't dating him for money, for he didn't have much. He knew that they loved him, but it still boggled his mind. One day, y/n decided that they would go to Edward's job and eat lunch with him on his break. A nice little surprise for him. They even packed two sandwiches and their favorite fruits/veggies.

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Y/n walked into the GCPD, shivering upon entering the building. How Edward focused in these freezing conditions they would never know. To be fair, it was winter, so that might have had something to do with it. Either that or y/n was just a big baby.

"Um, excuse me?" Y/n asked the nearest detective.

He looked up from his files, smiling in their direction. They had their dirty blonde nearly brunette hair gelled back. He had kind eyes. He seemed like a very honest man.

"What can I do for you?" He asked.

"Do you know where Edward Nygma is?" They asked.

He looked towards the detective across from him, raising an eyebrow. The both of them looked surprised, shocked really. Y/n was confused but decided to pay no attention to it.

"Yeah, I can show you the way if you'd like..." He said, pausing to give you time to state your name.

"Y/n. That would be nice Detective..."

"Gordon. Jim Gordon. Here let me show you." He said, standing up.

He escorted her out of the main area, going down to a hallway. The whole building was very gothic, it was honestly quite beautiful. You could tell the building was old, amazing how it was still in such pristine condition. For the most part at least.

"He's just down this hallway. Are you a friend of his?" He asked, obviously curious.

Y/n chuckled.

"I'm his partner."

Gordon nodded, surprise still evident on his face.

"Well, here it is." He said.

Knocking on the door he waited a few seconds before opening it. The creaking of the door revealed just how old this building really was. Y/n smiled as they saw their boyfriend in the room wearing latex gloves, a mask, and an apron. He looked absolutely dorky and they loved it. That's one of the reasons they fell in love with him in the first place.

"Ed, you've got a visitor." Gordon said.

Edward looked up, his eyes widening as he saw them. Hurriedly he pulled off his gloves, grunting when the latex snapped back on his skin. Anyone could tell that he was surprised with how frantic he was. It was honestly the cutest and most purest thing ever.

"Y-Y/n! What are you doing here?" He asked, taking his mask off.

Before they could answer Edward leaned forward and enveloped them in a hug. He couldn't stop smiling, giggling to himself with his dorky little laugh. Gordon gave Ed a thumbs up out of y/n's view before he left the room which caused Ed smile even more.

"Well, I thought I'd bring lunch over and we could eat together on our break." They said.

Edward nodded his head repeatedly.

"Th-that's a great idea!" He exclaimed.

"Let me just finish up this thing real quick, then I can show you around and we can eat lunch."

Y/n nodded, sitting in a chair in the room, watching him get back to work. They loved when his hair got curly. He gelled it back for work, but it never lasted long. He had a habit of running his hands through his hair while he was thinking, which rubbed the gel out. It was obvious that he had been doing it today because a few strands hung in small loose curls. His eyes were focused behind his glasses, looking down at the microscope before him.

"Look at you, all focused on your job. Mr. Professional over here." Y/n teased playfully.

Edward blushed, flashing her a quick toothy smile. His smile was one of their favorite features about him, aside from his hair and eyes. They watched as his eye twitched slightly, his neck twitching ever so subtly. Y/n brushed it off as a nervous tic of his.

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'I can't believe they came to have lunch with me. It was unexpected but still a pleasant surprise.'

'They're really in love with us, huh? Us being the two of us of course. Hello! Remember me?'

Edward groaned quiet enough for y/n not to hear.

'What the hell are you doing here?' He thought to himself, looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

'Relax. I'm not gonna hurt them or anything. I share the same feelings for them as you do. After all, I am you. And you are me.' He chuckled.

'Then what do you want?'

'Are you really that dense? I shouldn't have to spell it out. You know everything I know.'

'You saw Detective Gordon's reaction and based off of it you think that everyone finds y/n attractive .That's the only logical conclusion. Everyone thinks they're way out of my league.'

'Exactly. And they're absolutely correct. I mean, I could easily land them, but you are way too awkward. You're lucky you even got to talk to them.'

'Do you have a point to make or are you simply rambling?'

'Easy, easy. Just let me hang out the whole time they're here. You know I'm able to take charge easily. You're a pushover. You know it's true. I'll take a backseat. I'll be ready if something happens.'

'Do you really think that's necessary?'

'Eddie boy, better to be safe than sorry, no?'

'I suppose you make a valid point. Fine. But if I decide against it then you need to leave. Deal?'

'Deal.'

"Eddie? You done yet? You've been staring at that microscope for a while." Y/n asked politely.

Edward shook his head, looking up from the sample he was observing. Or, at least trying to observe. Looking at them he smiled sheepishly, hoping he didn't say anything out loud.

"Yeah, I'm done. I can just finish this after we eat."

Y/n tilted their head to the side.

"You sure Ed? I don't wanna get you in trouble. You're not one to like trouble."

'Oh you have no idea...'

'Shut up.'

"Yes, it's ok dear. I have plenty of time to finish it later." He reassured.

"Ok then, well, care to give me a grand tour of the place? I'm eager to meet your friends!" Y/n said cheerfully.

Edward chuckled awkwardly.

"Ah, yes, well that would be nice if I had friends here. I guess the people I get along the most with are Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock...mainly Jim." He said.

Y/n frowned, upset that no one wanted to be Edward's friend, but they decided to push that aside. They did like Jim Gordon, at least, he made a good first impression. Very polite and gentleman-like.

"Alright, well introduce me to them!"

Edward smiled, taking off his apron and hanging it up on the coat rack. He removed his gloves and mask, tossing them in the trash bin.

'Guide them around with your hand on the small of their back.'

Edward shook his head slightly but did as instructed. He walked towards y/n and placed his hand on the small of their back, feeling them tense underneath him. He grinned.

"Let me show you the way."

Y/n giggled as Edward opened the door, allowing them to step out first. Once he closed it behind him he walked with them down the hallway. The hustle and bustle of the main room got louder as they drew nearer. People were either at their desks looking over papers and making calls or walking around going to different departments of the GCPD.

"Busy in here." Y/n commented.

Edward nodded.

"It is Gotham after all."

Pointing towards the two detectives near the Captain's office, Edward leaned down into y/n's ear, letting them know that those were the two people they were going to see. As they continued to walk towards them, Edward took this time to look around and lo and behold, his 'other half' was right. Everyone was looking at the two of them. Some of them just staring, some of them mouth agape, and some of them just staring at y/n in general.

'Told you.'

Edward moved his hand from the small of their back to their hip, holding it firmly but not rough. He wanted to make sure they were close to him. He knew how the people in the GCPD could get. Especially that Dougherty. He didn't want them anywhere near that vile man.

"Detectives. What has no hands but can knock on your door and you better open up if it does?" He asked.

"An opportunity." Jim said, a small grin on his face.

"Correct. And I have been given the opportunity to introduce you to my partner, y/n." He smirked.

'Nice one. Honestly.'

"Hi, I'm y/n. It's really nice to meet you." They said holding out their hand.

Jim shook theirs first, Harvey doing the same after. Jim had already gotten a chance to find out that they were dating, but Harvey was surprised. He looked at y/n, then to Edward, then back to y/n and then once more to Edward. He cleared his throat.

"Let me get this straight. You. Are dating him?" He asked, pointing at Ed.

Y/n smiled and nodded, their eyes widening slightly as Edward tightened his grip on them. Y/n was surprised, he never got this touchy in public places.

"Wow. Well, congrats Nygma. You're a lucky man." He said, smiling genuinely.

"We really must get going. Perhaps we'll get more time in the future to talk with you two fully. But, we're in a bit of a rush. I only have so long of a lunch." He explained before heading off.

'See how surprised they were?'

'Yes. I saw.'

"Where to now Ed?" Y/n asked.

Edward looked down at his watch, wanting to check on the time. He had about 20 minutes left of his lunch break.

"Oh gosh, I didn't realize how much time went by already. I'm afraid I'll have to show you around the GCPD another time my love. I want to have enough time to eat lunch with you."

Y/n smiled and nodded.

"I understand babe. Let's go."

The two of them turned around, going to walk back around towards the forensics room. Feeling like he was missing something he patted his chest. He stopped, feeling his pockets. Y/n looked at him, confused.

"What's wrong Ed?"

"I think I dropped the pen you gave me. Let me go back and check."

Y/n chuckled and waited where they stood for him to come back. They had given him that pen the day they first met, it was just a dumb old pen they had given him to write their number down but he insisted that it was worth keeping. It was like a memento. It was very sweet of him. Edward always was a romantic.

Y/n was broken out of their thoughts when they felt someone tap on their shoulder. Turning around, they faced the person behind them. It was a man with a police officer uniform on, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"Well hello there..." He said huskily.

Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"Um, hi?"

"Who are you and what's a good lookin' thing like you doing here? You lost, hm?"

Y/n grimaced.

"No. I'm waiting on my boyfriend."

"Uh huh, yeah sure you are. Listen hot stuff, why don't you meet me in the back in a few minutes. We can have a little fun." He winked.

"Excuse me?"

"What are you, deaf? Cmon, you know you wanna."

He dragged a finger down their shoulder, threatening to go down toward their collarbone. Y/n's eyes widened, frozen in place from the shock of what was happening right in front of them.

"A cute thing like you needs to have some fun every once in a while, huh? As an officer, I can tell you I'm packing in two different ways." He said, lifting their chin up with his finger.

Edward came back down the steps, holding the pen in his hand, a smile plastered on his face. Looking up, ready to tell y/n where he found it, he immediately frowned. His eyes widened and his fists clenched after putting the pen in his pocket.

'That fucker Dougherty is touching what's ours. He's laying his hands on them. I told you this would happen.'

He marched over there, grabbing y/n by the shoulder and yanking them behind him. His curly hair hung in his face slightly, eyes narrowed and sharp, glaring at the monster before him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked angrily, loud enough to catch the attention of the people in the room.

Dougherty laughed lightly.

"Riddle man? I think the question is what are you doing?"

Edward stepped closer towards him, straightening his posture, looking him dead in the eyes. Dougherty glanced around the room, noticing the eyes of all the detectives watching them. He laughed it off nervously.

"What I'm doing is stopping you from laying another finger on my lover." He stated, his voice gravely and challenging.

"Yours? No fucking way." He looked back towards y/n.

"You're dating this creep? You must be some desperate whore." He laughed.

Edward clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He knew everyone was watching but he didn't care. His chest was heaving and he felt the blood rush through his body.

"What the fuck did you just call them?"

Jim and Harvey stood up behind their desks and walked over to where the argument was happening. Gordon gently took hold of y/n's shoulders, guiding them away from what was happening, keeping a safe distance. Jim and Harvey had never seen Edward stand up like this, let alone use such strong language. Neither did anyone else in the GCPD. They didn't know what was going to happen, but they knew they were already on Ed's side. They would back up whatever he did. The two detectives heard the final bits of what Dougherty said to y/n. Absolutely disgusting.

"A desperate whore. You as deaf as you are pathetic? Your bitch has got no taste in men. Otherwise we'd be in the back doing it right...now."

That was the final straw, Edward didn't want to hear anymore. He had seen and heard enough. He stepped back and leaned forward, slamming his fist into the lower jaw of his mouth. The force knocked Dougherty back, blood dripping from his mouth and lip. He spat on the floor.

"Oh, you're fucking dead Riddle Man."

Dougherty launched himself onto Ed, punching him in the gut. Edward groaned, clenching his stomach. Harvey and Jim along with a few other officers sprung into action, grabbing Dougherty by the arms, pulling him away from Edward. Scoffing, Ed spat on his shoes.

"Lay a hand on them again and I'll do a lot more than break your jaw. That's a promise." He scowled.

Jim and Harvey took Ed by the shoulder and led him to their desks along with y/n. Without another moment wasted y/n threw themselves into Edward, wrapping their arms around his neck and crying softly. Jim and Harvey looked angry and upset, disappointed that a fellow officer of theirs could be so vile. Edward rubbed their back, mumbling to them to calm them down. His breathing still heavy from the violent interaction.

"Ed, Harv and I saw the whole thing. We'll let Captain Essen know immediately. Alright? Do you need anything? He punched you pretty hard."

Edward shook his head, focusing on calming y/n down who was still sobbing into his neck. The two detectives headed into the captains office to debrief her on what had just happened. Edward smiled as he saw Dougherty in the holding cells of the bullpen.

"It's ok, he's locked up in the holding cell. He can't touch you again. He won't touch you ever again." He reassured them.

"I'm s-sorry Eddie, I didn't mean for you to get hurt." They cried softly.

"Hey, don't apologize for what just happened. It was not your fault. I wasn't going to let him...do that to you. I chose to interject. I wouldn't change my decision." He soothed, rubbing their back.

"I'm gonna go home early today. I think they'll give it to me after this debacle. Let's go home and eat our lunch there ok? We can have a movie night, eat popcorn, I'll even order some pizza for dinner. How's that sound?" He asked.

Y/n sniffled, nodding their head, not letting go of him. They weren't ready to let go of him. They felt safe in his arms. Like nothing or no one could hurt them. And even though Edward's stomach hurt from the punch, he continued to hold them close to his chest, pushing through the pain to comfort the one he loved.

He looked back up towards the holding cell.

"You're safe with me."

#writers #fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #fanfic #gotham #the riddler #edward nygma #dc universe

[gentrychild]

Asmdjfjfjenfn anyone ! Amazing! I wrote another ask but my sis interrupted! Meteor! Woooooo!

Also how would shouto react to izuku's murder? Or does he think overhaul was his first? Also badass izuku! Bad all for one taking advantage of someone to get their quirk! I hope he doesn't get search, lest he never leave izuku alone!

Will the rest of the ppl who asked for anyone's help regret it now that someone has died? Cant wait to see how the pr would work regarding this! Dabi the pr manager needs a raise!

Yess shouto! Bff is here! Does night eyes prophecy show till kamino?

Akscjgrkkgkglrlr

Izuku: "I need to tell you something but you need to be cool about it."

Shouto: "Alright."

Izuku: "I kinda killed a guy."

Shouto: "Oh. Okay."

Izuku: "... That was too cool, even for someone with your quirk. You're not even surprised? Not a little?"

Shouto: "Well, the yakuza thing happened quite a while ago. I got time to get used to the idea."

Izuku: "What are you talking about?"

Shouto: "The yakuza that was with Eri and on which you used OFA at 100%."

Izuku: "The yakuza isn't dead! We looked at the police reports afterwards! There was no body in that alley!"

Shouto: "Yeah, because you vaporized him."

Izuku: "..."

Shouto: "What's more likely: that the most powerful in the quirk used by someone that had more adrenaline than blood in his veins has taken care of all forensic evidence or that somehow, this random guy managed to walk out of this alley?"

Shouto: "Wait, you're telling me you killed someone else?"

Izuku: "I don't want to talk anymore."

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Inferno more Inferyes: [I would like to adress the rumors that Anyone killed someone during their rescue of UA students. While I cannot deny nor confirm that people were killed during that Summer Camp experience, I think we can all agree that if villains that were targeting children died, they probably had it coming.]

Spicy McNuggets: [Can't believe you're paid for that kind of declaration.]

Inferno more Inferyes: [Oh, I'm not. I was actually asked not to say anything about it until we had an emergency meeting. But it's not like Anyone would hghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfhuhoqijehfuudjioghzejkpfdcjhuijfpkqbhzevjqkjbhvjqifjqjfeikrgveprjghjvgeojkrinvgoeijd,vnehdgvipejrgvpihrgihensgnhesroughrfjiujuihuhuhbullbhuhblu:hlbu;hbuly]

Spicy McNuggets: "What's happening?]

Inferno more Inferyes: [ikrgveprjghjvgeojkrinvgoeijd,vnehdgvipejrgv]

Spicy McNuggets: [Well, rest in pieces.]

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Gran Torino: "Hi, Mirai, I was just wondering about All Might..."

*cue muffled sobbing over the phone*

Gran Torino: "Okay, I suppose the prophecy is still on."

#As you can see Anyone is a very serious fic #anyone fic

[crownmemes]

Detective Sentences, Vol. 7

(Sentences from various sources for detectives and/or muses that like to solve mysteries. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I'm certain they've arrested the wrong person!"

"You don't seriously see me as a suspect, do you?"

"Most people expect to be shot in the chest. A neat, round bullet that drills a tasteful hole. It's the television that does it, I suppose."

"You don't think I'm interfering, do you?"

"If you continue to look into my affairs, and are extremely clever, you will find certain minor discrepancies."

"It's of the highest importance in the art of detection to be able to recognise, out of a number of facts, which are incidental and which are vital."

"We follow the evidence, not feelings."

"Are you going to arrest me?"

"People seldom notice the man behind the uniform."

"Well, I must say, you've turned my entire investigation inside out."

"Just because the forensic profile isn't cut and dry doesn't mean it's not true."

"How many people are suffering while you stand here not doing your job?"

"I've been here twenty minutes and I still don't know what the hell is wrong!"

"Nearly everyone assumes that people murder out of hatred but, of course, it may be out of loyalty, or even love."

"It’s amazing what I can accomplish without incessant meddling or questioning into everything I do."

"Why must you continue to act like you've never seen a dead body before?"

"I don't like being interrogated! I don't owe you any explanations!"

"Don't happen to know what did this, do you? I haven't seen a wound like that in a long time."

"Remember the day you first walked into my office? You pissed me off just looking at you, but then I saw how your mind worked - how you're always three jumps again."

"Why can't you just go for the simple answer?"

"It's my business to know what others don't."

"You may think you know all my secrets, but I also know all yours."

"Even if we're wrong about the murder, we could be right about the motive."

"How much do you know?"

"Will the murder be in the papers?"

"Where the hell are you going with your mind?"

"You have what I would call forensic intuition developed to the point of genius."

"Can we do something besides talk about murder?"

"You'll never crack it. We couldn't then and you won't now."

"I would like my visit to be as discrete as possible, but I am here in my capacity as a policeman."

"I still think it would be helpful if you could tell me your movements last night."

"You probably have the answer to this whole business already!"

"I say, are you from Scotland Yard?"

"How dare you! How dare you come here and accuse me!"

"You're every bit as perceptive as they say."

"I'm getting really sick of hearing what you don't know!"

"It is my experience that lawyers ask the wrong question only when they don't want the right answer."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted; #detective;

[rubyarrows]

Back Burner

The lab bustled with activity, the usual buzz of different scientific analysis and an investigating fervor echoing off the walls. It seemed to be like every other day that I had stepped foot in the place. But today... today there was a heavy silence that hung in the air. It was a tension that spoke volumes in place of the words that weren’t dared to be spoken. For the past few days, we had been knee-deep in a case, Bones and her team studying extensively the remains of a young woman that had been found just off the shore of the Potomac.  

As I stood there observing the team as they worked diligently on the case, I noticed YNN, my girlfriend, standing at the entrance of the large room. Her eyes darting between the multiple activities going on within.  

Dr. YN YLN, who was known for being one of the youngest world-renowned forensic analysts, as well as Brennan’s good friend and partner, was normally a major part of the team. But today, just like every day for the past week, the young scientist did not put on her lab coat. Though I knew she desperately wanted to be working on this case, YNN could not be an active participant with this one. Not when it was her little sister’s body that had been recovered. 

It wasn’t until Cam approached me that I finally was able to get my head back into what was going on around me. But as I turned around, I noticed that Dr Saroyan’s concern was evident on her face. “How’s YNN holding up?” she asked as she looked over at her colleague that stood there in the entryway with a dazed glare in her YEC eyes. 

I sighed and rubbed my hand over my tired eyes. “She’s trying her best to be okay for everyone else’s sake,” I admitted. “But deep down, the girl’s barely holding on. Stella, though I never got to meet her with her always traveling and what not, was her best friend. YN’s been pushing everything to the back burner since she identified her just because she doesn’t want to be a burden to anyone else.” 

Camille nodded and her brow furrowed with empathy as she began to understand the gravity of the situation. “She’s here, trying to distract herself, isn’t she?” 

I nodded solemnly in response. “Yeah. She didn’t want everyone to worry about her because she was sitting at home. But this... watching this is... it’s tearing her apart. She’s not sleeping, Cam, if she does, it’s not through the night. More like a three-hour power nap. In the last week, YNN’s ate maybe four whole meals collectively. The sooner we find this son of a bitch, the better.” 

The dark-eyed woman in front of me sighed and said, “I can’t imagine standing there watching us work this and her not being able to isn’t helping the situation or her mental state much either.” 

“It’s not. It’s really not. Neither is diving headfirst into the ungodly amounts of other work she has. I just wish there was more I could do to be a comfort to her right now.” I confessed as I let my gaze drift back over to the YHC haired girl who leaned against the wall looking lost within her own mind. 

The look in Cam’s eyes softened at my confession, her voice filling with compassion as she said, “Seeley, though we all want to be able to do more than we are able, sometimes all we can do is just be there for her when she needs us the most. We’ll catch this guy one way or another but until then, maybe even after, she needs the time to process what has happened to Stella. All you can do during that time is stand by her. That’s all she needs from you right now,” 

I watched as YN mustered up a sad and forced smile when she noticed me walking up to her after my talk with Cam. Though it wasn’t fooling me, or anyone for that matter, I knew that she was trying to put on a mask to make everyone believe she was fine.  

Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, I pulled her close, sensing the turmoil boiling her alive. “You should go home, sweetheart.” 

“Can’t.” she said into my chest. “Being alone in the apartment makes it worse. At least being here, where I can distract myself with work I know needs to be done, helps keep my mind from all this.”  

I sighed and looked down at her. “YNN, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that the more you keep yourself busy, the more you keep your mind off of what happened to Stella that will all turn out be a sick dream that you’re just going to wake up from." I said in a soft tone, so she knew that I wasn’t upset with her. That was the last thing she needed to think about right now. “But, baby, it’s not. I know you want to figure out what happened to her, we all do. Bones, me and everyone else is doing their absolute best to help catch the asshole who did this to her for you.” Pulling her away from me slightly so I could see those YEC eyes that I loved so much, I stated, “We’re not going to stop until we do. But until then you need to stay away from the lab.” 

“Stay away from the lab?” She questioned. “How can I stay away? I work here. Hell, you tell me all the time I basically live here and not at home. How do I stay away from that?” 

For a moment I was silent. I knew that as long as she was in the Jeffersonian or anywhere near it and Stella’s bones were still laying on Bones’ examination table, YN was not going to be able to get through this major shock the way she needed to. That was until I got an idea.  

“Why don’t you grab your laptop and paperwork from your office then you can go with me to headquarters and get your work done there? That way you’re still getting work done but you don’t have to be here.” I proposed as I pushed a stray piece of hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear. 

“You sure Stark wouldn’t mind?” she questioned. 

Shaking my head, I said, “Given the current circumstances, I'm sure that it won’t be a problem.” I kissed her forehead gently and then looked back down at her. “Go get your things. I’ll be right here. Just go the long way around. Don't pass the bone room. Okay?” 

YN nodded as another sad smile made an appearance. “Thank you, Seeley. For everything. I know I probably haven’t been easy to take care of the past few days, and everyone has been taking that in stride. But you still haven’t forgotten that I'm still a person and not a porcelain doll. That means a lot.” 

I returned her sad smile with one of my own and said, “You don’t have to thank me, baby. Now go get your things so we can get you out of here.” 

#ruby arrows #ruby arrows imagines #bones #bones x reader #bones imagine #bones imagines #bones fanfiction #seeley booth #seeley booth x reader #selley booth imagine #seeleybooth imagine #seeley booth fanfiction

[skyedancer-rae]

Mind sharing some of your TGAA headcanons?

I've had this sitting in my inbox for a bit because when I first saw it, my mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything lol. Full disclosure: I feel like I don't have very many concrete headcanons. A lot of the time, if there isn't much canon evidence to support a headcanon, I tend to be more flexible and may change how I depict things depending on what suits my drawing/comic/story.

But I did think of a few to share, so here we go!

While Mrs. Hudson probably provided a lot of the meals for Sholmes & Iris before Iris got older and discovered a love for cooking, I believe that Sholmes CAN cook. He just has to make sure that he sets timers and follows the recipe to the letter. Because as soon as he gets distracted or turns the recipe into an experiment, it becomes inedible.

Because he did help uncover the truth about all of Stronghart's conspiracies and he ultimately did not kill anyone nor intend to go through with the assassination exchange, Kazuma is given a royal pardon after the game, allowing him to continue his study tour in Britain. However, that pardon also comes with a strict warning of "We'll be watching you and if you do something like this again, there will be consequences." I also believe there would still be a long probationary period where he can only help with Barok's cases at first. Then he can only lead the prosecution with Barok supervising his work before he finally earns the right to lead a case by himself.

Oddly enough, I have very strong headcanons for Rei's parents. I feel like they're both pretty chill and liberal. When their daughter came home one day like "I want to study dead bodies like Susato's dad," they were just like "Unconventional career choice, but we'll figure out a way to make it happen."

I guess I also tend to headcanon that Rei and Susato are childhood friends and that Rei fell in love with medicine/forensic science from listening to Mikotoba's stories.

Genshin does not particularly like Sholmes. He is grateful that Sholmes has been such a good friend to Mikotoba and helped to pull him out of his spiral of grief, and he appreciates Sholmes' commitment to the truth and justice. But every time they interact, he is constantly fighting the urge to throw Sholmes out the nearest window and/or into the Thames.

Since it is my understanding that traditional Japanese cuisine does not use a lot of (if any) dairy, I wonder how many of the Japanese cast would be lactose intolerant. I headcanon that Ryunosuke, at least, can eat dairy with no issues. Because he apparently has an iron gut.

Regarding Susato's all-knowing British encyclopedia she carries around, my thoughts are that either (1) she made that book herself, carefully copying down any piece of information she thought might be relevant, (2) her kimonos sleeves are the gateway to a pocket dimension where she can access her entire library, or (3) she has photographic memory and just has all these facts memorizes. But because of her super-humility (which she needs to work on because she's awesome and she should own her talents and abilities), she pretends that she's just looking it up in her book.

Susato and Kazuma lost a fight to a frog when they were younger, and they are both still mortified by that memory to this day.

On Gina and Kazuma's first case together post-game, Sholmes showed up to offer his assistance. They allowed him to stay because it annoyed Barok.

They have kicked Sholmes out of every single crime scene since then.

#tgaa #tgaa spoilers #tgaa 2 spoilers #headcanons

[tobiasdrake]

Ace Attorney 4-2, Trial 2. This is it. The thrilling conclusion to the complicated Kitaki family drama that, as of one investigation ago, we're finally in the loop on.

Most of this trial isn't concerned with what's going on with Wocky. After all, we spent most of our last Investigation exploring that matter. Instead, we get right to the point: Who is Alita Tiala, what is the nature of her investment in Wocky, and did she kill Dr. Malpractice?

Interrogating these questions is going to be the focus of Trial 2. After yesterday's investigation, we have an idea for whodunit. The problem is that, as of the facts in evidence, she is not present at the established crime scene.

We can't bring an indictment against Alita without proving the existence of a fourth person that somehow nobody noticed. Fortunately, we're going to get our chance. Ace Attorney cases are like three-way chess matches between defense, prosecution, and killer - And Alita came ready to play.

This is a clever angle to come at it from. Alita isn't saying she saw the murder or anything like that; She's just claiming that the murder was premeditated.

And. Like. Yes? Yes. We all agree Wocky went to the park with a weapon in hand and violence in his heart. So it's an easy angle to play from.

But it doesn't take long to shift the conversation to main focus: Alita's relationship with Meraktis Clinic.

This is where all of the swirling questions around Alita meet. Alita used to work for Malpractice until Wocky's soon-to-be-carcass rolled in and then used him as an escape hatch. Then, for unclear reasons, she returned to his clinic last night.

While Alita was at the clinic, a fight erupted. Somebody used the power cord from a lamp to strangle somebody. And somebody fired a gun, but nobody was hit by the bullet.

When Alita left the clinic, her shoes did not go with her.

When Malpractice left the clinic, he inexplicably stole the noodle stand.

When Malpractice died, he was killed by a shooter that nobody else present on the scene knew was there.

This is the final piece of the puzzle, that only Alita can testify to. There's enough here to make some solid deductions from, but only Alita can provide the connecting thread to complete the image.

It doesn't take long to make sense of why she went to the clinic.

Alita had taken advantage of Wocky's condition to set herself up for life.

Pretty simple plan: Marry a rich person who's going to die soon and leave you everything they have. Alita's plan is super easy and could absolutely work... if the bullet in Wocky's heart hadn't been found.

The (now stolen by us; mob lawyers!) medical records that we and Eldoon used to piece together Alita's deception were a threat to her life. These files proved her ulterior motives. She needed them destroyed. That was the inciting cause of her altercation with Dr. Malpractice.

How did that go? Well. Someone strangled someone with a power cord and someone fired a gun. We can probably guess who had the gun, given that a Kitaki family pistol has been floating around this case with uncertainty as to which family member took it out.

I love how we waited thirty minutes for the forensic analysis on the rifling marks to come back but, in an unusual turn of events, the Judge did not declare recess. Your honor, I have been staring at Gavin's stupid face for the last half hour while Alita subtly flips me off whenever she thinks no one will notice her, and now I have to pee.

In any case, the evidence paints a clear picture of who shot the gun in the clinic. But who strangled who with the power cord?

Hey. Uh. That sure is a distinctive scarf Alita's been wearing this whole time, isn't it?

So now this man has what he's pretty sure is a fresh corpse lying in his office. He can't exactly leave her here or fireman carry her down the streets. He needs to transport the body to somewhere he can safely dispose of it.

And with his car out-of-commission due to last night's crime spree, what does Dr. Malpractice have on-hand that he can use?

His neighbor's. Goddamn. Motherfucking. NOODLE STAND.

Finally. At long last. We know the answer to the weirdest piece of this puzzle. Dr. Malpractice stole Dr. Noodles's burger grill so that he could transport Alita's corpse.

And then he had a really bad couple of minutes there.

Despite being a rough murder to unravel spinning out of a bizarre series of seemingly unrelated events one night, this case really comes together. It keeps the Magical Mystery Bullshit to a minimum by having events and motives that quite reasonably flow from one to another and avoiding the 4-D Chess Frame-Jobs that often accompany mystery plots.

For as weird as this case wound up being in practice, it all amounts to three murderers (and one pervert) tripping over each other while homicidally panicking. The crime-solving equivalent of a Looney Tunes dust-cloud fight packed with flailing limbs. Forget it, Bugs; It's Chinatown.

My favorite part of this whole debacle is Alita's explanation for hiring Wocky's attorneys in the first place.

Ohhhhhhhh okay yeah that makes sense actually. A yakuza family can probably afford better legal representation than a Talent Agency that inexplicably started practicing law yesterday. She came to us because we're two-bit hacks handing out ads on the street.

All of this comes together to form a surprisingly believable tale. The one flaw with this trial is Wocky. Given everything that's been established about his character, he should be freaking out from the moment he catches even a whiff of Alita being maligned. And yet we only get one outburst from him.

To which Alita inexplicably tells him to shut up and she never loved him anyway, even though she should rightly be trying to milk his protectiveness for all it's worth. It's odd how this case just... doesn't want to deal with Wocky for the sake of keeping the focus on Alita.

But once it's done, it's done. And the denouement with Wocky and his father is genuinely heartfelt.

This reunion is pretty much perfect, and leaves us with a bit of hope in our hearts that maybe it isn't too late for Wocky Kitaki.

Like I said in Investigation 2, I'm ehhhh on the Black Widow bit this soon after Dahlia Hawthorne. Dahlia was Black Widow enough to last a while.

But I enjoyed this confrontation, and the unpacking of events on Malpractice and Alita's side of things. Between Investigation 1's meandering and Trial 1's obnoxious witness, Ace Attorney 4-2 "Turnabout Corner" takes a while to get going. But once things kick into gear in its back half, it takes off.

#ace attorney #ace attorney apollo justice #revisiting aa4

[the-hidden-writer]

A Piece of True Fiction: Chapter 2

An Alan Wake 2 fic. Spoilers for Alan Wake 2!

Summary: Aleksi Kesä manages to slip out of the spiral and film he was trapped in.

Saga Anderson, caught in the middle of Wake's horror story, finds a man that looks identical to her partner in the middle of the woods. He's lost, confused, and only seems to speak Finnish. Saga has to try and uncover the truth as well as trying to save her family. Where did he come from? How did he get here?

And where's her Casey?

Chapter Summary: Saga encounters Aleksi. Warnings: vomiting Words: 2,128 AO3 Link: [Here!] [First part] [Previous part] [Next part]

A Piece of True Fiction

Chapter 2: Faces

Maybe Coffee World wasn’t such a good idea.

Saga had noticed it getting darker when driving but hadn’t considered how difficult it would make her search until she’d reached the park. That, coupled with the loud downpour, is turning out to be a real pain in the ass while she’s trying to investigate.

It’s still raining. It shouldn't come as a shock to her, but it does. 

With only her flashlight to provide a pretty mediocre light for her search, she does her best to find evidence, clues, or really any further indication of the cult in the northern area of the theme park. Apart from the stash she’d already found earlier, she doesn’t find anything incriminating. She does notice the presence of many Cult of the Tree symbols scattered around that she kicks herself for not noticing earlier, but there’s no direct way of tying them to Ilmo without forensic investigation. At the moment it would be circumstantial evidence at best. It could easily be the work of anyone else working at the place with creepy smiling coffee pot mascots (she absolutely despises those things).

She doesn’t come across any more Taken, but that doesn’t mean she lets her guard down. The longer she stays in this place, the more she’s reminded of her fight with Thornton and Mulligan not long ago. That alone is enough to keep her on edge.

She thoroughly searches the outskirts of the park she hadn’t checked before. No luck, no chance. She scans the gift shop again, but there’s nothing of note. Just a waste of time. At some point her brain stops focusing on the surroundings and her thoughts start to wander.

The fucking FBC had showed up and snatched the case from her perfectly capable hands. Even Casey, an experienced, adept FBI agent in his own right, had said this case was better suited to her. Steven the technician had said that the FBC monitoring station was here to look at volcanic activity and air toxicity levels, but Saga had been suspicious of that statement from the moment he’d said it. She doesn’t doesn’t know anything about the Federal Bureau of Control, other than maybe a vague memory of Casey mentioning it once, so she would have asked more questions if she hadn’t been caught up in a conversation with Ilmo.

Ilmo.

He’d been there at the time too, with the guy from the FBC. Does he know about them? What they actually do? More importantly, do they know about him and his apparent membership with the Cult of the Tree? Do they even know what that is? They were quick to arrest him back at the lodge, so they must know something, except Saga has no idea how or why they would even have that information and that frustrates her immensely.

She feels like tearing her hair out, but she takes a deep breath and forces herself to stay calm and collected. She has no hope of getting anywhere if she doesn’t keep it together. Stay focused, stay alert, stay prepared.

Out of nowhere, a sudden booming splash makes her jump.

Her heartbeat quickens. What was that? A Taken? Where did it come from? Even through the rain, it didn’t sound like it came from the Latte Lagoon behind her, but weirdly from the path leading to more attractions up ahead. It had lasted a good few seconds, sounding almost like the emptying of a giant bucket of water, audible against the rainfall.

Eyes trained at the path ahead, Saga checks that her gun is loaded (it is) before staying completely still and listening out intently. If it’s a Taken, it would soon make itself known to her.

It doesn’t. Instead, she hears more splashes, followed by a cry of pain and the sound of retching.

Holding her breath, she concentrates on her hearing even harder to make sure that she hadn’t made it up. Apparently she didn’t because the retching continues, quickly followed by more soft splashes, then violent coughing.

Her instinct is to call out ‘Hello?’ but she catches herself before it leaves her mouth. Just because it doesn’t sound like a Taken doesn’t mean it isn’t one, or that it isn’t dangerous. She can gain the upper hand if she finds it before it finds her.

Gun and flashlight primed, she slowly advances toward the source of the noise, stopping as soon as she sees movement about ten feet in front of her.

The first thing she notices is that the Huotari Well is overflowing. Water gently and steadily pours from its broken sides onto the ground below. It strikes Saga as odd, it hasn’t rained that much has it?, but it’s the least of her worries when something else catches her eye.

On the ground just a couple of feet next to the well, there’s a figure that looks like a man. He’s on his hands and knees, turned away from her, spitting and sputtering into the puddle underneath. The person is utterly soaked to the bone and a dirtied, unbuttoned white shirt clings to their lean form, revealing pasty skin underneath. He doesn't seem to notice her.

Cautiously, Saga moves her light toward him and makes her presence known.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Her voice makes the figure jump, causing him to lose grip on the slippery ground, resulting in him crashing onto his side. He flips himself over and hurries to prop himself up with his arms, finally facing her, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Or, in this case, the beam of her flashlight.

Saga gasps as she immediately recognizes the face behind the curtain of flattened, dirty blond hair.

“Casey?!”

The gun is put away in an instant and she rushes forward with an outstretched hand. “What happened?! How did-”

She stops. As she was moving forward, he was frantically scrambling backward to get away from her.

She looks on in confusion. “What..?”

He’s stopped as well, but his gaze is locked onto her. His eyes are impossibly wide and she can hear him panting shakily.

“Mitä helvettiä?”

So many questions and observations start to race through her mind. He’s wearing different clothes. He shouldn’t have been able to get here. He’s never looked this scared before.

She’s so wrapped up in her thoughts that she misses what he says when he suddenly speaks up.

“What?” She asks, guilty that she didn’t hear him the first time.

“Missä helvetissä minä olen?”

He repeats himself again between shaky breaths, louder though still raspy, and it dawns on Saga that it isn’t that she didn’t hear him, but that she doesn’t understand him.

While she’s wrapped in bewilderment, he says the same thing again and adds to it.

"Missä minä olen? Ja kuka helvetti sinä olet?"

A spike of fear stabs into Saga’s heart. Everything about this feels wrong. She remembers hearing about instances where people start speaking in another accent after a brain injury. Had Casey suffered one? Could that extend to speaking a whole new language? 

Tears prick at her eyes as she tries to study him in more detail. Even after all the cases they’d worked on together, she’s never seen her partner look as distraught as this. While clearly guarded, his posture and expression exude a vulnerability and desperation that strongly reminds her of a prey animal. Like a deer. Or a lamb.

“Voi saatana”, Casey spits out, clearly cursing. He runs a hand through his damp hair. “Voi perkele.”

Is this all part of Wake’s story? She hadn’t found any manuscript pages about anything like this, but she just knows he’s to blame, playing with her partner’s life and warping his mind like he’s nothing but the character in his books. She can’t think of a single other explanation.

It’s stopped raining, she realizes, and the well’s stopped overflowing. She and Casey are at a standstill. They stay face to face, neither daring to move, both trying to gauge the other’s reaction.

Opting for a new approach, Saga wedges her flashlight under her arm and raises her hands slowly before carefully taking another step forward. Casey’s eyes follow her, wary, though he doesn’t shuffle away.

“Casey…” she says softly. “It’s me, Saga.”

There is an unimaginable ache in her heart when he shows no indication of recognizing her or her words.

He blinks up at her. "Puhut kai englantia... oletko amerikkalainen?"

Maybe it’s because they’re so close to Watery, or maybe Saga subconsciously recognizes it, but the lilt of his speech leads her to believe that he’s talking in Finnish. Which would make sense, given Watery’s history, but would also make no sense, because this is the very American Casey.

“Alex?” She tries, practically pleading, unable to keep her voice from wavering.

That seems to trigger a response, because he sits up suddenly. He then uses a hand to indicate to himself. 

“Aleksi.”

She still doesn’t know what he’s saying, so she tries repeating herself. “Alex.”

He shakes his head again and clears his throat before replying. “Aleksi. Aleksi Kesä.”

Oh. His name.

It feels absurd to watch him introduce himself with a name so similar, and yet noticeably different.

“Aleksi Kesä?” She asks, doing her best to mimic his pronunciation. He nods, his movements still slow and cautious, and then in turn points toward her.

That’s the moment Saga loses all hope that he recognizes or remembers her. She feels like strangling Wake in that moment, but for what must be the hundredth time that day, the only thing she can do is play along.

She attempts a smile even though her eyes are welled up with tears and points to herself. “Saga Anderson.”

“Saga.” He copies, and it hurts so bad because even the way he says her name is different. “Oletko amerikkalainen?”

In an anguished decision to fully commit to the act of meeting a stranger, Saga crouches down in front of him in a nonthreatening manner. Up close, she can see him shivering and hear his teeth chatter. Identity crisis aside, the logical side of her brain tells her that this a cold, wet human being who needs to be warmed up before he catches hypothermia.

She forces herself into action mode, unzipping her windbreaker while keeping him talking. “I can’t understand you. Can you understand me?”

The awkward pause that follows is enough of an answer. He does speak up after a few seconds, an apologetic look on his face. He seems a little more calm now. "En osaa englantia."

Saga can make a pretty educated guess as to what that might mean based on the ‘englan’ part. Next, she pointedly takes off her coat, motioning toward his own shirt that’s hanging off his frame.

“You should take that off, I’ll give you my dry jacket.” She tells him. Even if the words don’t mean anything to him, she hopes her comforting tone will help him to trust her, so that she can help him.

Luckily, he seems to get the memo. With a slow nod he starts peeling the drenched shirt away from his skin, struggling when it tries to stick to him. She watches him to see if she can spot any sign of injury, which she thankfully doesn’t.

By the time he’s managed it, she’s already removed her FBI jacket and is holding it out to him as a peace offering.

He takes it from her, but doesn’t put it on. He just stares down at it. Then he runs his fingers along the yellow lettering.

“Saga,” he says, “FBI?”

She nods at him, a little confused. For a moment he looks even more bewildered.

"Ihan niinkuin jossain jenkkileffassa…" he mumbles. Then a dawning look of realization.

He pointedly places a hand onto his chest.

“FBI-” he looks almost hopeful- “mutta sain potkut.”

“Yes! FBI!” She nods again, this time more eagerly. She feels very relieved at the fact that he seems to remember he’s an FBI agent at least. 

“You should put that on.” She continues, gesturing along with the words so he can understand. “Sorry if it’s a little small.”

He gratefully dons the jacket. As expected, the sleeves are short, but it covers enough of him for Saga to be satisfied with her temporary fix. It’s better than nothing before she’s able to think of a better solution.

“Kiitos.” A short pause. “Um… thank you.”

Casey- no, Kesä takes a moment to adjust. His teeth still chatter and his shivers don’t stop, but gradually his breathing evens out. He starts to look around at their surroundings, with various emotions in his expression. 

Confusion. Relief. Awe.

As he turns his head, looking so unlike her partner and best friend, Saga finally lets the tears fall.

Finnish translations (now updated and accurate!):

“Mitä helvettiä?” = "What the hell?"

“Missä helvetissä minä olen?” = "Where the hell am I?"

"Missä minä olen? Ja kuka helvetti sinä olet?" = "Where am I? And who the hell are you?"

"Puhut kai englantia... oletko amerikkalainen?" = "I suppose you speak English... are you American?"

"En osaa englantia." = "I don't know English."

"Ihan niinkuin jossain jenkkileffassa…" = "Like straight out of some American film."

"Mutta sain potkut." = "But I was fired."

"Kiitos." = "Thank you." Thanks for reading!

#alan wake 2 #alan wake #alan wake 2 spoilers #cw vomit #saga anderson #alex casey #aleksi kesä #ilmo koskela #a piece of true fiction #fanfic

[lost-in-sokovia]

OMG I would both kill and die for August!!!! Could you maybe do a fic of Batman and Gordon finding out that not only does the riddler have a girlfriend but also a son? Thank you and I adore your work <3

so just for a little context i think this takes place right before for gotham, for august and this kinda would fit in the movie right before bruce goes to see eddie in arkham when everyone is in eddie’s apartment

let them be

tw: mentions of rape and kidnapping

bruce stalked around the cluttered and dimly-lit apartment quietly, ignoring pushback from officer martinez. investigators, police officers, and other workers in the forensics unit were flashing cameras, taking dna samples, and collecting any evidence possible as they carefully ransacked the riddler’s apartment.

it was a pigsty. a dark, dirty, creepy pigsty that somewhere could contain the clues bruce and gordon were looking for. moments before they had finally caught the riddler, sure, but their work was nowhere near finished. who knew what this sick man still had planned? who was he? what was his real identity? who was involved with his work? too many unanswered questions to be solved before the case could close.

bruce’s eyes scanned slowly over a stack of magazines, and he cocked his head to the side ever so slightly. “renewal” was scribbled out on the spine of one of the magazines. renewal. something all the previous politicians in gotham had promised, what newly-elected bella real vowed to truly bring.

gordon busied himself with little diaries that eddie had. an officer explained that they had found thousands of these ledgers inscribed with ciphers and codes that made no sense to anybody. eddie had random rambles in there as well, his words meaning nothing to anybody else. it wasn’t the first time edward had used ciphers, this wasn’t anything new to gordon. as gordon and the officer stood there, a woman walked up and announced they had gathered information from one of edward’s ids that he carried. bruce turned around to hear.

“edward nashton,” the woman read off quickly. “works at KTMJ, he’s a forensic accountant.”

“accountant?” gordon asked, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“hey lieutenant!” a different officer called. “are you really okay with this? what about the chain of evidence?” the officer asked, gesturing to bruce carefully paging through one of the magazines he had previously been eyeing. bruce looked up slowly to meet gordon’s gaze.

“you should see this,” bruce said lowly. just as gordon stepped forward, the woman called for him to pause.

“that’s not all, there’s more,” she said slowly. “looking into any birth records with the last name ‘nashton’ in gotham, turns out edward has a son. his name is august edward nashton, he just turned five in october,” the woman read out. bruce blinked and an eyebrow raised beneath his mask as gordon shook his head and opened in mouth in awe.

“god almighty,” gordon breathed. “this sick man has a son?” he glanced to bruce who looked at him with the same stoic expression. “do we have any information on the mother?”

the woman was able to read out a few basics from your information; your name, place of birth, et-cetera. gordon sighed and bruce breathed slowly, thinking for a moment.

“she’s not from here originally. i think she lives here with him, though. or at least in this same complex,” the woman continued. “i found a few things in the apartment that were probably hers, as well as a few children’s clothes and some stuffed animals as well.”

everyone in the small circle stood silently as more cameras flashed around the room. nobody knew what to say to this. how could a man so vile and evil be capable to love someone and have a child with them? how could anyone love him back?

“we can talk to the landlord, he’ll know about this woman,” bruce stated in his gravelly voice. the woman nodded attentively. inside, bruce was wondering if you had any motives or even knew about what edward was carrying out. how could you not? then again, what if you were just some hostage that he had treated terribly and got you pregnant through rape? though, he probably wouldn’t have taken you to a hospital if he didn’t care, so you had to be in a relationship with him, then.

bruce gave gordon a look, to which gordon asked if everyone could leave them for a moment. the group dispersed to investigate other elements as the two men huddled together.

“a girlfriend and a son,” gordon scoffed bitterly. “my god, who could’ve thought…”

bruce stood quietly, still mulling things over in his head. gordon looked up and glanced at bruce, studying his face.

“what do we do about this?” gordon asked slowly. bruce shook his head subtly.

“nothing. who says they’re aiding him or involved?” bruce asked. august made him think of selina. august didn’t ask to be edward’s son, those were just the cards he was dealt in life. gordon’s expression hardened and he looked to bruce as if he was an idiot.

“‘nothing?’ they are the family of a murderer!” he reasoned, his voice only raising slightly.

“but that doesn’t mean they have done anything. if he really loved his kid, he wouldn’t tell him anything to prevent him from being a target. as far as the woman goes, most likely the same thing. plus, if she was helping him in any way with these killings, she’d probably want credit as well as him,” bruce explained. gordon contemplated that and lowered his head. bruce hesitated for a moment. “nobody’s saying if you find her you can’t interrogate her, but i don’t think she should be arrested.”

gordon opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by someone calling for him.

“lieutenant, we found these in a locked drawer,” an officer explained as he dropped images onto the table in front of bruce and gordon. gordon dismissed the officer before the two men scanned the images, carefully spreading them out to look at more than one. some of the images were better than others, some being images that were intently printed out and others being images like those of annika’s, slightly blurry and taken by someone else or from cameras around the city.

there were pictures of you and a slightly younger eddie smiling. there was one or two copies of what seemed to be ultrasounds, bruce understanding that they were august’s. there were pictures of you smiling as your hair blew in the wind. there were baby pictures of august, his big green doe eyes staring directly at the camera. there were pictures of you, edward, and baby august all snuggled together tiredly.

as far as the other images, there was a more recent one of you carrying august through gotham as he leaned his head on your shoulder. there was even an image of eddie holding august’s hand as they walked into a grocery store.

bruce did not want to be run off track just because of this new discovery. he didn’t deem it worthy of the gcpd’s time, seeing as though it was unlikely you were aiding edward’s crimes.

“cute kid,” gordon admitted, his voice snapping bruce back to reality. “definitely looks like the guy, there’s no denying that.”

without waiting another second bruce piled up all the images once more, beckoning over the officer who had delivered them.

“put these back where you found them,” bruce instructed. the officer nodded without hesitation and was quickly off to follow orders. when bruce turned back around gordon’s jaw was dropped.

“just like that? you’re going to put those images back where they were?” he asked slightly bitterly.

“if the riddler wanted us to see them, he would’ve laid it out more obviously for us, or somehow hinted they needed to be seen. he’s been laying out everything for us,” bruce argued back flatly. he pointed to where the officer was walking. “those images were in a locked drawer. they weren’t meant to be seen, nor did they need to be. until there’s some sort of evidence to suggest this woman is contributing to his crimes, i don’t think it’s necessary we pursue this path.”

gordon bit the inside of his lip, staring at the officer placing the images back in the wooden drawer. bruce could tell he wanted to argue but didn’t have a better reason that bruce’s.

“you can find out about this woman for yourself and that’s it. we can’t take her away, this boy needs a mother since his father is locked away in arkham.”

bruce thought of the orphanage. he thought of the riddler growing up in the orphanage. this child needed to be part of the renewal that gotham needed, and bruce was not about to put august on the same path as his father.

bruce reached a hand up and firmly grasped gordon’s shoulder.

“leave them be,” he whispered threateningly.

bruce wayne has a heart bruce wayne has a heart bruce wayne-

#august edward nashton #auggienation #auggie nashton fanclub #edward nashton fanfiction #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #the riddler x you #the riddler x y/n #the riddler fanfiction #the riddler x reader #the riddler #the batman 2022 #the batman #paul dano fanfiction #paul dano fanfic #paul dano x y/n #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano

[bookofmac]

Deadloch Speculation: Killer Edition, major spoilers to follow

Okay, so with the revelation that the killer's profile is that a man looking for validation, and also has access to vehicles owned by William Carruthers (possibly being will himself but we'll get to that). This implies that the man is someone who is friendly with the women of the time, unassuming, but also able to access the pentabarbatol. And so, here are my suspects with Pros and Cons to their likelyhood

William Carruthers

Evidence- He's named in the penultimate epsidoe, he's been a chekov's gun all season with his distictive shoe in the painting of him and Margaret being pointed out twice. It could be part of the subverseive comentary of the show that we Don't get to meet the killer before he's aprehended, or he might be going under another name and avoiding

Counter Arguement - We have not seen this man once outside of a painting. Could be the final red herring, does he exist or is Margrette using him as a smoke screen. (i've also seen some speculation that William is pre transition Margaret which while being a common trope in crime and horror fiction it still feeds into the 'trans/gnc psycho killer' trope and I don't think I want the Kate's to tackle that in the current political climate)

Ray 'Pies' McLintock

Evidence- Skye's best friend and works at the bakery. The male character who isn't an active shit cunt. we 'know' the most about him. Donkey was ill so could reasonably have needed pentabarbatol. it would be narratively devistating for the centeral cast if he were the killer, came to Deadloch 'looking for love'; perhaps this means female validation? Not for nothing he dresses like a fisherman

Counter Arguement - Seems to be unable to swim/swim confidently, wobbily access to the Carruther's family

Gez Rahme

Evidence: Organised the Movie at the lake on the day it happened and would be a hell of a coincidence for the bodies to come up during the movie, has easy access to Alyena's GP practice, In every episode of the show, seemingly very competant and just wants things to be chill for his wife? as one of the higher managers of the Feastaval he may have the easiest access to the Carruther's car.

Counter Arguement: the Actor who plays Gez is Trans masc, and while that can play with some of the gendered assumptions of the killer, it also falls into the same nasty transphobic tropes that has already been discussed with the William entery. Wants things to be chill for his wife.

James King

Evidence: physically fit (cyclist), seems to be willingly obtuse to how much HE'S been fucking over the investigation (tarp incident, not being clear about what's come up in the forensic reports), has access to the investigation and would be able to be 1 step ahead.

Counter Arguement: he barely seems to care about anyone other than himself so why would he kill the shithouse men in town?, also constantly stealing abby's ideas which seems to be in conflict with the idea that the killer wants to be acknowledged as this sorta white knight vigilante. Started being involved with Abby while she was his student at uni which while not illegal makes him a shit cunt with ethics that don't align with the killers appear to be. no known connection with the Carruthers siblings. Was in Perth at roughly the time the car would have been driven into the water.

Where I sit on all this

I think it's Ray. It makes the most sense and Eddie is gonna go off her tit at him and I think that'd be something the Kates would write. I also think there is a chance that Ray is somehow connected to the Carrruthers, possibly being William or William's son but that is much more tin-foily. I also think that James is in on it/ knows who it is but is keeping quiet for currently unknown reasons.

Please if anyone has any evidence or points to support or counter what i've listed please reply/respond! I'm really enjoying the mystery of the series

#this is barely editted so if there are mistakes and misspelt words ignore em #deadloch #deadloch spoilers #deadloch speculation #cw: dicussions of transphobia #lemme know if thats the right tag to use here #and i am mentioning bc i have seen some speculation and its a bit yikes in a show where they dicussed the gnc killer trope in ep 5 #there the two posts from pinselwurm that i really like and i largely agree with their point that it's probably ray #but i think there's gotta be an extra twist as to who ray is #bc we know a bunch of stuff about the guy but also nothing at all #Long post

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pathfinder second edition Jaune arc build

so this is a build i recently made and I wanted to make jaune something different than a normal paladin, think of this jaune as what he would have become if aura wasn't a thing. I'll be taking it to level 4 stats str: 10 dex: 16 con:12 int: 18 (22 with magical gear) wis:12 (18 with magical gear) cha: 10 hp: 44 race: human (versatile) background: sword scion class: investigator with mastermind rouge archetype methodology; forensic medicine:

You've learned that in most cases, especially murders, criminals tend to leave more evidence of the crime on the body than they'd like to believe. Information from bruising, bone fractures, blood spatters, and even the life cycle of carrion insects can provide valuable clues that help reconstruct the scene.

You're trained in Medicine and gain the Forensic Acumen and Battle Medicine skill feats. When you use Battle Medicine, on a success the target recovers additional Hit Points equal to your level, and the target becomes temporarily immune for only 1 hour, not 1 day.

bio: jaune arc was the child of the famous arc family, having been taught from a young age how to use a sword effectively jaune had a deep knowledge of the human body and how best to cause harm. instead of simply becoming a hired killer like most of his family did jaune instead tried to become a superhero. with no powers he did so using his mind. one of the greatest strategic minds on earth and an accomplished doctor besides the young arc is ready to make his mark on the world..... it's just a shame he's a huge dork and has very little charisma and little strength training. boy is a noodle. but he's on the case at least.

gonna cut off the feats and skills here so it's not too long but you can read below to see the descriptions. but as an explanation jaune's entire fighting style is based around using devise a stratagem combined with mastermind's use of recall knowledge to keep his enemy flat-footed and therefore easier to hit and crit. with this in mind when using his warfare lore it's impossible for him to get a crit fail thanks to experienced professional and unmistakable lore and even if he fails he still gets better information than anyone else. with automatic knowledge, he does his lore checks as a free action In combat and with assurance he's always doing so at a 24 for dice checks more than enough to make sure that no matter what his enemy is always flat footed. jaune can hit more often and is doing more damage than even a two-handed fighter. thanks to sneak attack and strategic strike. in essence even at a low level jaune's probably the greatest strategic mind in the world and it shows in combat. his ability to use medicine checks in combat to keep himself and his allies up and fighting also references his semblance and keeps him as a sort of godless paladin. with science being his smite! lol. in essence, jaune's a militarized Batman who's investigations are more about learning key targets then working to take them out. using his soldiers and connections to do the groundwork and investigate his enemies for him so he can put together a strategy and pick them apart. his day job is an officer in some sort of military apparatus which is more just for the earn income action but with all his feats in the warfare lore skill he's pretty much consistently making 4 gp a week (with weekends off) and a comfortable lifestyle only costs 1 gp a week meaning jaune's got quite a bit going into his savings even as young as he is. @weatherman667 any ideas as to what jaune's job would actually be? he's supposed to be his cannon age so i doubt he'd be an officer already but he's doing hard dice checks for his earn income action without having to roll so i imagine it's something important and difficult even as new to things as he is.

feats:

assurance (warfare-lore): Even in the worst circumstances, you can perform basic tasks. Choose a skill you’re trained in. You can forgo rolling a skill check for that skill to instead receive a result of 10 + your proficiency bonus (do not apply any other bonuses, penalties, or modifiers).

streetwise: You know about life on the streets and feel the pulse of your local settlement. You can use your Society modifier instead of your Diplomacy modifier to Gather Information. In any settlement you frequent regularly, you can use the Recall Knowledge action with Society to know the same sorts of information that you could discover with Diplomacy to Gather Information. The DC is usually significantly higher, but you know the information without spending time gathering it. If you fail to recall the information, you can still subsequently attempt to Gather Information normally. devise a stratagem: You assess a foe's weaknesses in combat and use them to formulate a plan of attack against your enemy. Choose a creature you can see and roll a d20. If you Strike the chosen creature later this round, you must use the result of the roll you made to Devise a Stratagem for your Strike's attack roll instead of rolling. You make this substitution only for the first Strike you make against the creature this round, not any subsequent attacks.

When you make this substitution, you can also add your Intelligence modifier to your attack roll instead of your Strength or Dexterity modifier, provided your Strike uses an agile or finesse melee weapon,

strategic strike: When you strike carefully and with forethought, you deal a telling blow. When making a Strike that adds your Intelligence modifier on your attack roll due to Devising a Stratagem, you deal an additional 1d6 precision damage.

As your investigator level increases, so too does the deadliness of your strategic strike. Increase the number of dice by one at 5th, 9th, 13th, and 17th levels. rouge (mastermind) dedication: Where others might use sleight of hand or a silver tongue to achieve their objectives, you rely on your intellect to craft intricate schemes. You likely view your operations as a chess game, always planning 10 steps ahead where others might plan three. You might be a detective determined to solve crimes or a spymaster in the service of a powerful family or nation. If you operate outside the law, you might be an aspiring crime lord or information broker, excellent at directing others toward suitable jobs.

If you successfully identify a creature using Recall Knowledge, that creature is flat-footed against your attacks until the start of your next turn; if you critically succeed, it's flat-footed against your attacks for 1 minute.

battle planner: You are constantly drawing up plans and battle scenarios, assembling strategies and gathered intelligence for later use. When you scout an enemy's position or receive a detailed report from an ally who scouted the enemy's position, if you have a clear indication of the number, position, and identities of your potential foes, you can spend 1 minute to come up with a battle plan that takes such potential factors into account and reduces the role luck plays in the equation. Roll a Warfare Lore check. As long as the information was accurate and remains accurate when you roll initiative against those enemies, you can use the Warfare Lore result you previously rolled for your initiative roll; if you do, this is a fortune effect. catfall: Your catlike aerial acrobatics allow you to cushion your falls. Treat falls as 10 feet shorter. If you’re an expert in Acrobatics, treat falls as 25 feet shorter. If you’re a master in Acrobatics, treat them as 50 feet shorter. If you’re legendary in Acrobatics, you always land on your feet and don’t take damage, regardless of the distance of the fall.

automatic knowledge(warfare lore): Prerequisites expert in a skill with the Recall Knowledge action, Assurance in that skill You know basic facts off the top of your head. Choose a skill you’re an expert in that has the Recall Knowledge action and for which you have the Assurance feat. You can use the Recall Knowledge action with that skill as a free action once per round. If you do, you must use Assurance on the skill check.

experianced professional: You carefully safeguard your professional endeavors to prevent disaster. When you use Lore to Earn Income, if you roll a critical failure, you instead get a failure. If you’re an expert in Lore, you gain twice as much income from a failed check to Earn Income, unless it was originally a critical failure.

sneak attacker: you gain access to the sneak attack class feature (page 181), except it deals 1d4 damage, increasing to 1d6 at 6th level. You don’t increase the number of dice as you gain levels.

unmistakeable lore (warfare-lore): You never get information about your areas of expertise wrong. When you Recall Knowledge using any Lore subcategory in which you’re trained, if you roll a critical failure, you get a failure instead. If you’re a master in a Lore subcategory, on a critical success, you gain even more information or context than usual. skills (there's a lot)

arcana: trained +12 athletics: trained +6 crafting: trained +15 deception: trained +6 diplomacy: expert +8 lore warfare: expert +14 medicine: expert +12 occultism: expert +12 society: trained +12 stealth: trained +9 thievery: trained +9

#rwby #jaune arc #character build #au #just for fun #lemme know if you have an idea for jaune's day job

[kaitlyngreatlyn]

“Nobody Warned You about Me?”

Day 2: “Nobody Warned You About Me?”

Fandom: Justice League the Animated Series

(Featuring Bruce Wayne and Wally West being flirty fools)

The Last Place Wally West should have been was Gotham, but if it meant flirting with the most handsome man in Gotham, maybe he’ll ignore the warnings. 

What was he doing here? He really shouldn’t have even been here in Gotham. Wally West was the last person that should have been here, a Central City forensics scientist standing there in the middle of the largest gala in all of Gotham. After their forensics office helped out with some Gotham files and evidence, the office was sent an invitation to the Gotham gala.

Wally didn’t really want to go, he wanted to stay in the city and keep working, but after all his older coworkers pushed him to find some rich man or woman and represent their department, he decided to go. Afterall who was he to deny an all paid expenses free trip… to the most dangerous city on the east coast? He took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, it wasn’t too big a deal if anything happened in Central City, he could always be there in a flash. 

He chuckled to himself taking a sip and immediately regretting it at the taste. 

If Batman knew his teammate was here, he’d be pissed, that man was incredibly territorial. He didn’t really worry too much about Batman though, he didn’t know what Flash looked like under his hood and even if he did, why would Batman be here? He couldn’t imagine Batman in anything but a cowl and cape, though Wally can’t deny he’s imagined him wearing less before.

He walked around looking for a place to put his glass down, he should just focus on the buffet. He gathered up a plate placing every type of food, things he didn’t even recognize onto the plate. If this is how the rich treated their guests, maybe he’d have to go to more galas in the future.

“What are you doing here?” A sudden gruff voice sent chills down Wally’s spine.

“Bat-” He nearly swallowed the entire shrimp hanging out of his mouth when he turned to see one of the most handsome men Wally has ever seen. The man had a jawline that could cut through glass, slicked back black hair, and piercing blue eyes that looked like they were looking right through his soul, “Ba, ba, ba-”

“Tongue tied?” The man raised an eyebrow and Wally didn’t think the man could get any hotter. The man leaned forward and said in an intimidating, yet sexy tone, “Now, who are you?”

Wally put his plate down, clumsily pulling out his invitation, “Central City forensics, I was invited, I swear.”

The man took the invitation and his expression changed from intimidating to charming in a matter of seconds. He stepped back and ran a hand back through his hair, “Sorry about that, I thought you were someone else.”

Wally rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly leaning against the table next to him, “No worries, I thought you were someone else also.”

The man smirked with a confident smile, “Who did you think I was?”

Wally’s cheeks were hot, “Just a coworker.”

A hot intimidating coworker.

“I hope that’s a good thing.” The man said.

Wally looked the man up and down, definitely a rich fancy man, why was he bothering with Wally? Wally’s suit was hardly classy. In fact looking at how cheap he looked, it made sense why this fancy man questioned what he was doing here.

Wally was wearing a mismatched slightly oversized suit while this man wore a well fitted three piece suit, Wally looked homeless in comparison.

Wally bit the inside of his lip and decided to do what he does best, flirt in awkward situations, “I would say it’s a very good thing. Tall, dark, mysterious, handsome. You two could be twins, but you definitely take the edge.” 

The man laughed, “You work fast, don’t you?” 

“It’s kind of my specialty.” Wally smirked, and if he was paying attention, maybe he would have noticed that the man seemed to understand the inside joke with his own smirk, “You sure you want to keep talking to me?”

“Guess you don’t read or look at the Gotham news,” The man slid his hand closer to Wally’s, their fingers brushing each other. He leaned forward, his lips inches away from Wally’s ear, “Nobody’s warned you about me?”

It was a weird question coming from this handsome man. Did he have some kind of reputation? A reputation that was apparently famous enough to be in the papers. This was Gotham, so that could definitely be a threat. Either way Wally knew he had an up on this man.

Wally leaned his head forward closer to the man’s ear, “Trust me I can handle myself.”

The man leaned back and adjusted his cuffs, “Judging by your plate, you definitely can.”

Wally blushed, looking between his giant plate of food and the man, he must have looked like a pig, “I just have a big appetite.”

“That’s good to hear, my company is funding the catering afterall, be sure to eat up.”

“Your company?”

The man’s eyebrows raised, like he couldn’t believe Wally didn’t know who he was, “Wayne enterprises.” 

Wally fumbled back in surprise, “L-Like Bruce Wayne?”

Wally knew who Bruce Wayne was, who didn’t? But to imagine he had just flirted with the biggest playboy in all of Gotham? He looked around in shock noticing several people had been staring at the two, “Sorry Mr Wayne, I’m Wally West.” 

Wally shoved his hand forward and Bruce Wayne took his hand, “Please, call me Bruce.”

Wally’s hand was small in Bruce’s firm grip, he could feel calluses and scars, what could a pretty boy like him be doing with his hands? Though Wally’s eyes peered across the man’s suit clad torso, he definitely worked out.

“Wally.” Wally looked up to see Bruce speaking to him, “Are you alright?”

“Just curious how a man as handsome as you is all alone at this gala.” Wally said, that’s not what really confused him, it was more why a man as handsome as him was talking to a guy like Wally.

“I’m not alone,” Bruce said smoothly, “With you here.”

Wally turned red looking around for his champagne glass, he needed to drink if he was going to keep talking to someone so handsome, rich, and famous. 

“Cheers.” Wally turned to see Bruce holding two glasses, “To a good time in Gotham.”

Wally took the glass, the two clinking the glasses together, “To a good time in Gotham.”

“Maybe I could show you around tomorrow, if you want.” 

“I think my friend would kill me if I spent any longer in Gotham.” Wally laughed into his glass, “These are his stomping grounds.”

“I think I’d take that risk.”

Wally’s face heated up, he wasn’t sure what that was supposed to entail, “List-” He heard a ticking and a sudden crashing.

Wally reacted faster than anything should have as the bomb went off above them.

He pulled Bruce down and out of the way as glass shattered above him, “Oh thank god.” Wally said trying to get up, but before he could, Bruce pulled him down, pinning him to the ground as another bomb went off. 

Wally looked up to see Bruce looking around like a trained soldier. He seemed to be looking for the source of the explosion, this was very different from the pretty boy he was flirting with several seconds earlier, “Bruce?”

Bruce’s face instantly morphed to a more panicked look and he lifted Wally to his feet, pushing him towards the rushing crowds, “Let’s go!”

Wally wanted to stop and help, but was carried out by the waves of people. 

He looked around once the building was evacuated, looking for Bruce, but he saw nothing. He stopped an officer who was helping the crowds, “Do you know if Bruce Wayne evacuated?”

The officer scoffed, “That pretty boy? He’s probably shagging some broad by now. It’s what happens whenever danger is around. Get home kid.”

Wally sat on the stairs, seeing some villain get rounded up ten minutes later. 

It wasn’t any baddie he’s ever heard of, but he sighed, Bruce never returned.

He stood up and noticed a shadow at the top of the building, Batman.

Batman seemed to be looking right at him and Wally instantly turned away, there’s no way that Batman knows right?

Wally got a lift back to his hotel that night and left the next morning. 

He shouldn’t have expected anything from the encounter with Bruce Wayne, they lived in two completely different worlds. He did tell Nightwing all about it and the younger man turned into a scrambling mess warning Wally to not mess around with Bruce Wayne. 

When he walked into work, returning from Gotham the next day, he was met with congratulations from his older coworkers who pushed him into going.

“What?”

“Look at your desk.”

Wally walked to his desk, noticing a large bouquet of roses.

He picked up the card, noticing an address from Gotham.

Next time you’re in Gotham, I’ll show you to that Good Time. -BW

Wally put the card up to his mouth, hiding his smile, maybe he should take the warning seriously. 

#fictober22 #fanfiction #batflash #batman #flash #wally west #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x wally west #cross posted on ao3

[no-side-us]

I was thinking over today's letter from Watson, and how Sherlock describes his deductive abilities at this younger point in his life as the "merest hobby."

Which made me curious about how exactly this fit into Mycroft, Sherlock's older brother, having even better observational skills.

(Spoilers, I suppose, for future letters from Watson, although I'm going off entirely from memory and don't go into very much detail)

Here's how I'm going to headcanon this:

Mycroft, beginning his way into a government position, started honing his observational skills as a means to entrench himself as a necessary servant of the empire. This is so he can better serve his fellow countrymen, stimulate his own mind, and also so he doesn't have to run around doing anything physical.

During this time his little brother Sherlock, already with an observant eye, learns more of these skills from Mycroft. I think it's fair to say that in their younger days they often had those deducing competitions with each other, for practice and fun, with Mycroft usually winning. This is how I imagine Mycroft has better talents than Sherlock when it comes to such abilities: he's older and simply had more time to develop them.

But Sherlock, although he does develop these skills on his own, doesn't really think of them as applicable for use in his life, hence his opinion of them as a "merest hobby." It's not until Trevor Senior made his comment that Sherlock realized what he could do with his knack for observation and detail.

Now, I think that even without Trevor Senior's comment, Sherlock would have still crafted a position for himself that involved fighting crime, at least in some capacity. To me, Sherlock's the type of person who's always had a real moral center and desire to fight injustice. As well as a real interest in criminology in general. Recall all those criminal cases he rattled off when talking about his hemoglobin solution. And I think our first introduction to him in A Study in Scarlet is probably what he would be doing if he weren't a consulting detective.

Forensics and anatomy! Analyzing corpses and identifying dirt and blood. Developing chemical solutions to help the police gather better evidence, that sort of thing. I imagine he'd probably be some sort of consulting chemist or mortician instead. Or maybe even a notable member of the scientific community, however that looked at the time, for his chemical work.

Either way, it's fun to think about Sherlock's past (especially with what little we get) as well as what might have been. I look forward to reading Watson's future letters about Sherlock's very first case.

#letters from watson #arthur conan doyle #the gloria scott #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #liveblogging sherlock holmes