#william arden

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Vintage Paperback - Alfred Hitchcock And The Three Investigators in The Secret Of The Crooked Cat by William Arden

Random House (1981)

#Paperback Cover #Paperback Art #Three Investigators #Alfred Hitchcock #Alfred Hitchcock's Three Investigators #Detectives #Mystery #William Arden #Random House #Circus #Secret Of The Crooked Cat #Cats #1981 #1980s #80s #Paperback #Paperbacks

[fragwuerdiger-episodenguide]

(045) Die drei ??? und das Gold der Wikinger

Klappentext

Auf der Insel Ragnarson Rock geschehen geheimnisvolle Dinge! Fotos, die Bob gemacht hat, müssen der Schlüssel sein. Doch Justus, Bob und Peter – die drei Detektive – können zunächst Besonderes darauf entdecken. Aber dann heult ein Wolf auf der Insel und Justus spitzt die Ohren. Kommt er dem Geheimnis auf die Spur? 

Veröffentlichungshistorie Buch (Random House): 042, 1986, William Arden, The Mystery of Wreckers’ Rock Buch (Kosmos): 044, 1989, Leonore Puschert (aus dem Amerikanischen übertragen) Hörspiel (Europa): 045, 1989

⁉️ Allgemein

Handlungsort

Rocky Beach

Kategorie

Betrug, Spuk

Figuren

Justus Jonas

Peter Shaw

Bob Andrews

Kommissar Reynolds

Mrs. Manning, Frau von Mr. Manning (😈)

William Manning, Autohändler und Mann von Mrs. Manning (😈)

Sam Ragnarson, Aussteiger und Sohn von Ingmar (😈)

Ingmar Ragnarson, Zahnarzt und Vater von Sam

Mrs. Andrews

Mr. Andrews

Tante Mathilda

Karl Ragnarson, Bruder von Ingmar und Schulleiter von Justus, Peter und Bob

Walt Greene, Fischer (keine Sprechrolle)

Ted Greene, Fischer (keine Sprechrolle)

🏖 Rocky Beach Universum

Orte

Ragnarson Rock, kleine Insel mit gewaltiger Felswand auf der westlichen Seite

Hauptstraße

Einrichtungen

Hafen von Rocky Beach

Schrottplatz

Zentrale

Sonstiges

Knut Ragnarson, Schuhmacher der 1849 während des Goldfiebers nach Kalifornien kam. Verdiente viel Geld mit dem Verkauf von Schuhen und wollte daher seine Familie nachholen. Jedoch sank das Schiff und er rettete sich auf die Insel des heutigen Ragnarson Rock und schwamm mit einem Cumash Indianer Kanu wieder an's Festland.

Captain Coulter, Kapitän des Schiffes mit dem Knut Ragnarson versuchte seine Familie nachuzuholen. Versenkte selber das Schiff um sich mit dem geladenen Gold abzusetzen.

George Ragnarson, betreibt Eisenwarengeschäft in der Innenstadt und Bruder Karl und Ingmar

Star of Panama, Schiff von Kapitän Coulter

🛼 Sonstiges

Lustige Dialoge

Peter: "Ja, aber dann haben– dann haben wir seinen Geist gesehen." Justus: "Es gibt nur drei Möglichkeiten. Erstens, wir sahen einen Mann, der rein zufällig diesem Mann auf dem Foto ähnelt. Zweitens, es tritt jemand als Kapitän Coulter auf, aus welchem Grund auch immer, und drittens, es war sein Geist." Peter: "Ich will nichts mehr davon hören! Bitte!"

Karl: "Wenn Sie gestatten, Mrs. Jonas, würde ich gern ohne Zeugen mit den Jungen reden." Mathilda: "Aber selbstverständlich. Reden Sie mit ihnen."

Erzähler: "Und er hielt Wort. Er beschaffte Wikingerkostüme, allerdings nicht für den fülligen Justus. Der erste Detektiv musste das Kostüm eines Medizinmannes anlegen. Er sah darin wie eine dicke Kugel aus Fellen, Leder und allerlei ausgestopften Kleingetier aus."

Justus: "Der Mann, dessen Boot wir gefunden haben. Hier vor der Insel. Morgen bringen wir die Jacke zur Polizei." Peter: "Morgen Just? Warum nicht gleich?" Justus: "Es sieht leider nicht so aus, als wäre es besonders eilig, Peter."

Reynolds: "Also eins muss man ihm lassen. Er ist zwar ziemlich dick und recht langsam auf den Füßen, aber verflixt schnell im Kopf. Die Polizei von Rocky Beach kann froh sein, ihn auf ihrer Seite zu haben."

Phrasenschwein

Fat shaming Justus wird beleidigt

🏳️‍🌈 Queer/diversity read

Shippy moments

Bob: "Du wolltest doch schon immer mal ein Zauberer sein, Just!" Justus: "Ihr seht in den mottenzerfressenen Fummeln und den Blecheimern auf dem Kopf auch nicht viel besser aus." Peter: "Das kann ich nicht behaupten!" Bob: "Ja, ja, das ist richtig!"

Diversity, Political Correctness and Feminism

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#die drei fragezeichen #die drei ??? #und das Gold der Wikinger #folge 045 #045 #william arden #betrug #spuk #fat shaming #rocky beach

[zanephillips]

William Moseley as Arden Lowe My Sweet Audrina (2016)

#william moseley #williammoseleyedit #my sweet audrina #mysweetaudrinaedit #arden lowe #movie #film #filmedit #actor #men #menedit #boy #maleedit #gifs #mine #*

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue April 1984

Kim Williams in a pink and black wool, satin and lace ensemble by Emanuel Ungaro. Camisole in pink silk satin and black lace, Besson fabric. Dormeuil wool jacket. All accessories by Ungaro. Hushed Shadows Makeup by Elizabeth Arden.

Kim Williams dans un ensemble laine, satin et dentelle rose et noir d'Emanuel Ungaro. Camisole en satin de soie rose et dentelle noire, tissu Besson. Veste en laine Dormeuil. Tous les accessoires par Ungaro. Maquillage Hushed Shadows d'Elizabeth Arden.

Photo Peter Lindbergh vogue archive

#us vogue #april 1984 #fashion 80s #spring/summer #printemps/été #haute couture #emanuel ungaro #kim williams #peter lindbergh #elizabeth arden #vintage fashion #vintage vogue

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Book names + authors under the cut

Arlo Jarsdel/Nausicaä Kraken- A Dark and Hollow Star (Hollow Star Saga) by Ashley Shuttleworth

Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor- Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Laura Hollis/Carmilla Karnstein- Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

William Loxley/John Thorncress- The Faerie Hounds of York by Arden Powell

#Arlo Jarsdel #Nausicaä Kraken #A Dark and Hollow Star #Hollow Star Saga #Ashley Shuttleworth #Alex Claremont-Diaz #Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor #prince henry #firstprince #rwrb #red white and royal blue #Casey McQuiston #Laura Hollis #Carmilla Karnstein #Carmilla #J. Sheridan Le Fanu #William Loxley #John Thorncress #The Faerie Hounds of York #Arden Powell #polls #lgbt books #queer book ship tournament

[konnorhasapen]

Soon

I'm so excited for this. The whole intro chapter is already finished, I just.. need to be convinced to post it- I'm scared. I put out that poll to decide which name David's ship would have, and I think I've decided before it actually closes bc I'm impatient. Thank you to all who voted! Your help is always greatly appreciated!!<3

💫TAGS LIST for all those who were interested/helped enable this! >:D💫

@morgansplace @epsi-l0n @sealriously-sealrious @friendlyfaded @shiningkeyoflife @whatalovelymae @anthrokiaera @the-gender-bending-squid @sri-rachaa @star-sheeps @slushrottweiler (I think that's everybody- If you'd like to be added to the tag list for posts about Treading Water, let me know!)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted pirate au #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted baabe #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted christian #redacted arden #redacted tank #redacted darlin #redacted vincent #redacted alexis #redacted william #redacted adam #redacted sam #redacted lovely #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted damien #redacted lasko #redacted huxley #redacted xavier #redacted quinn #redacted caelum #redacted fanfiction #redacted fanfic

[weirdmixofweirdness]

Happy

TW: Gun, Implied death/murder, Blood, Slight gore

It was a rare sight to see Darkiplier smile. In fact, seeing him in any emotional state at all was relatively new, even to Warfstache. Especially to Warfstache. Despite all efforts, the reporter could never seem to make Dark even crack a smile (though he still tried again and again every day). Now, however, the usually numb-looking being was chatting with the others, making small talk, smiling, chuckling. Their skin even looked alive. It made them look like…someone else, though as to who, he couldn’t put his finger on. All he knew was that they wore the face of an old friend, one far older than the friend they usually were.

 Mayhaps, he woke up in another dimension again. With how jumbled everything was, it could have very well been the case. No use questioning how. Apparently, while thinking, his eyes remained on Dark. The now human-looking being moved their head as if to say ‘come over here.’ Who was Wilford to refuse an invitation like that? They were friends, after all. Sure, Dark didn’t always react fondly to his ideas. Well, to be honest, they never did; but friends don’t always agree, right? The reporter made his way to Dark. People around him made way for him. They stared at him, as he went, with expressionless faces. Their gazes followed Warfstache, even when he reached his friend. 

“You know, Will,” Dark began, though, it didn’t sound like Dark at all. It was lighter, softer. A cadence he knew from somewhere.

“If you wanted to speak with me, you could have asked,” he said with a soft smile. 

“You know I prefer to play the long game, ol’ boy,” Wilford’s voice came out different, less slurred than usual. He didn’t question it, though. Every now and then, his voice would slip into its former pattern. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, though it still felt odd whenever it happened.  

“It’s always games with you,” Dam-Dark chuckles, his smile seeming to widen. 

“They could get you in trouble one day, you know,” their voice was a playful warning, laced with warmth. A kind of warmth that could only come from–

“Damien? Well, it’s about time I found you.” 

“You found me, did you?” Damien asked. 

“So your game is hide and seek? Wouldn’t I need to hide for that?” he retorted. 

“But, you have been,” Wiford laughed, as if the mayor was telling a joke. He had to be. The reporter could have sworn that the mayor was the one who had started this game…how many years ago? He couldn’t really remember. Time was just a flash of quickly moving events, too many to keep track of. The mayor just stared at him, worried. 

“Now, where is Celine hiding?” Wilford asked like it was a casual question between friends. 

“Will,” Damien’s smile quickly faded into serious concern as he leaned in and responded, “She’s asleep,” in a low voice. A light echo could be heard from the mayor.  

“Well, do you know when she’s waking up?” the reporter’s voice was full of denial. 

“I’d very much love to see her again.” He missed their nights together. The dancing in the back courtyard. Their conversations under the stars. Them going behind Marc’s back–

“I think you would know,” Damien said, sudden condescension filling his tone. His face was then blank, yet full of rage. In a blink, the mayor was unconscious on the wood floor. The once clean, polished floor was covered in a puddle of blood around Damien. Looking at his hands, Wilford found a gun in his hand. But, he didn’t kill him. He couldn’t have. 

“Hello, old friend,” another familiar voice said behind him. Turning around, Wilford saw Marc. He was dressed in his silk robe. A bullet hole could be seen out of his right temple, a never ending waterfall of blood flowing out of it. How was—he had watched the actor fall to the ground. Marc made his way in front of Wilford, grabbing his gun. 

“Have you forgotten?” the actor leaned the barrel of the gun to his bleeding temple. 

“Or are you just too afraid to remember?” he pulled the trigger, the sound of the gun jolting the reporter awake. 

Gonna be posting these late and out of order, so apologies in advance.

#markiplier #mark fischbach #who killed markiplier #wkm #william j barnum #mayor damien #actor mark #wilford warfstache #darkiplier #markiplier fanfiction #egotober 2023 #arden writes #tw blood #tw gore #tw implied murder #tw death #tw gun #tw implied violence

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Cheeky little Angel

The first installment of this project is done! I’m actually really proud of myself. Due to the fact that someone I’m avoiding is stalking my Ao3, posting it there is going to be kind of delayed for the moment, but it’s going here. 

It’s not proofread or anything yet, so if you see typos, no you didn’t.

Taglist: @apoziopeze3​ @belsw06 @yvive​ @annahhopee​​

(Feel like everyone already knows the typical drill. Bolded names couldn’t be tagged for whatever reason. I’ll see if I can tag them in the replies.)

CW: Mainly just background building, canon? Who’s that?, Minimal David/Angel interactions (there will be more in the next chapter I promise), Alexis is kind of a bully but no slander to her, Angel and Vincent had such potential best friend energy, William is a dad, GN listener

Summary: Angel was pulled from their former class by William Solaire, now staying with him and his two children as a ward. Everything seems pretty good, even if Vincent made them lose and Alexis doesn’t seem to like them very much. But how can they grow closer to a certain Marquess?

Redacted Masterlist

Angel put down the card with a smirk, pressing their remaining cards close to their chest. Smoke lingered in the air, gathering in the corners as the smell of tobacco permeated every sense. It was thick enough to practically feel. Angel would have coughed as it felt stuck in the back of their throat, but they didn't want to risk revealing any cards still in their hand.

They didn't stay awake this long, simply to lose because the smoke felt suffocating.

"Should we open the window? There are youngsters here after all." An accented voice spoke up. Angel glanced towards the source and smiled gratefully towards William Solaire. He returned the smile and Angel pulled the cards closer to their face, staring at the numbers and suits as they awaited their turn to roll around again.

They didn't particularly enjoy dinner parties, nor understood the innate desire for them. But then again, most were thrown by the upper class, something that Angel was certainly not.

At least not in title. However, Angel had a particular skill of attracting the company of the noble class and getting the connections. William was their closest friend though. Angel wasn't really sure how old he was. Old enough to have two grown children, but Angel had never met his wife. They had heard that Alexis and Vincent were adopted, but they didn't see how that was relevant, so they never bothered to confirm the rumors. Either way, William had always been kind to them. He bought them clothes, let them stay in his house, and now they got to play cards with him and his companions.

They had first met William when the nobles held a festival where the middle and lower class were allowed to attend. Their more cynical friends had said it was just because the nobles wanted to stare as if they were looking at animals in captivity. Angel didn't care though since free food and entertainment had been promised. William had been one of the main financers of the festival and been asking around randomly if the attendees were enjoying themselves. Apparently he wished to finance a festival annually and wanted to know how he might be able to improve it. Angel had been one of the surveyed and their energy had amused William. One conversation turned to two, then invitation for a meal with his family - His daughter, Alexis, had not been in attendance - and Angel had clicked with Vincent as well. Then they just came around more often. They even had their own room now within William's home. All throughout their time with the Solaires, they had only met Alexis once and that was very briefly. She had mistaken Angel as one of William's servants and asked for Angel to fetch her lady's maid. Throughout time, they had essentially become his ward. Happily, I might add.

"Your turn." Vincent said from where he sat to Angel's right. They nodded and looked down at the table, squinting slightly. One of the problems with playing a common card game amongst the noble class, was that Angel didn't really fully grasp how to play. They knew a few of the basics which was how they were still in the game instead of sitting out on the sidelines. Their brow furrowed for a moment as Vincent leaned back in his seat to glance at their cards. Angel scowled at him and he rolled his eyes before tapping one of his cards. They stared for a moment before hesitantly placing down their own cards in the same placement. Vincent smiled and they returned the action with a grateful grin.

They were out in the next round.

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Angel presses their face further into the pillow, the sheets all twisted and messed up amongst their tangled limbs. Back at their old home their bed is small. The bed they have at William's house has space for them to spread out and then more some. They aren't sure how his servants accomplish it, but the sheets are always so soft and smell faintly of lavender. They don't mind the smell, but it's odd. They sit up, the curtains already drawn back and clothes laid neatly on the chaise in the corner of the room. Angel wasn't used to having a servant change them as William had discovered on one of Angel's first overnight stays here.

It had been no fault of the servant of course, they were only trying to complete a task on the long list of chores they had for the day. But the moment they had tried to peel away Angel's sleepwear, they had run into the hall with a yelp. Now clothes were laid out for them to get into. Not too complex of clothing, and if Angel needed help, they could always pull the cord on the side of the headboard.

Once they were changed, the exited their room, closing the door behind them. Their hair was still messy from sleep, but they were just going to ignore it. Besides, while they were eating one of the maids often took it upon herself to style their hair for them. Angel was pretty sure it was the same maid that styled Vincent and Alexis's hair for them as well. What was her name - they were horrible with remembering names - they were pretty sure it started with an H. Henley perhaps?

They opened the door and entered the sunroom. William always took his tea and the morning paper here. And if there was tea, there were bound to be snacks.

"Good morning, my dear. Did you have a good rest?" He asked, looking up from his paper upon Angel's arrival. Angel nodded and yawned as they reached for a pastry before curling up on one of the armchairs. William chuckled and looked back at his paper.

"Vincent is a cheater. He made me lose last night. Did you see how he convinced me to play that card and then play his card when it was his turn that overpowered all mine?" Angel asked after they had taken a bite. They watched as his nose scrunched to hold back more of his laughter before he folded the paper neatly and placed it in his lap to look at them.

"I have always found you clever. But you ought have known better then to trust Vinny when he makes you a... suggestion in a competitive game where he is taking part." He was amused by the antics, Angel could tell. They stuck their tongue out at him and he laughed this time freely.

"Are you disparaging my good name?" Another voice asked and Angel looked over as the aforementioned man walked in. They smiled mischievously and Vincent raised an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest. He was wearing red today, his vest a maroon with black embroidery. He looked dashing, but he was still the man who made Angel lose the previous night. So he would get no compliments from them, even if typically Angel gave them freely.

"Of course not Vinny. Do you take me as some sort of heathen?" Angel said and Vincent scowled at them playfully.

"Can you belie-" He asked, turning towards his left before sighing and looking towards the door fully. "Sam, you don't need to linger at the door like that. Come in already." He said and another man walked in, looking kind of sheepish. William made a small sound and stood up, his arms spreading wide with a grin.

"Sam! I see you're finally back from your travels. How was it? Were the locals in the areas you went to kind?" He asked and Sam grew a little less sheepish and a bit more embarrassed. Angel grabbed another pastry to help satisfy their sweet craving as they looked at the three men.

"It was... interesting certainly. I am glad to be home though." Sam said and Angel was delighted to hear the soft drawling accent in his voice. As if Angel's delight was verbal, Sam looked towards them and tipped his head. "Hello there." He said and Angel waved, their other hand placing over their lips as they chewed.

"Angel, this is Sam. He's a dear friend of ours. Sam, this is Angel. They're something of my ward." William introduced and Sam smiled at Angel.

"I know what that's like. William is very spoiling, isn't he?" Sam asked and Angel snickered as they nodded.

"He gave me a really big bed when I told him I don't mind a small one or anything." They agreed and Sam laughed. Angel decided that they liked him. They paused though upon hearing the clack of heels on the wooden floor and Alexis entered the room. She also wore red, but while Vincent's clothing varied in shades of red, hers was simply all blood red. Even the lace trimming. Angel didn't miss the way that Sam tensed at her morning greeting, nor the way that William stepped between the two, practically protective. But not of his daughter. Rather as if he was protecting Sam from Alexis. Angel looked over at Vincent, catching his eye, and he just gave a slow small shake of his head.

"I'm going out for the day. I need your carriage." Alexis said. They had noticed that she never really asked for anything. Simply stated her needs and waited for them to be met. It was unnerving the way she forced everyone to bend to her will eventually so she could get her desired end result. Everyone but William and Vincent anyways.

"Of course. Just stay in sight of the footman please." William said. What might be seen as a father relenting to his daughter's demands, Angel viewed differently. It was obvious whatever history between Sam and Alexis made the former very uncomfortable in her presence and denying Alexis would only make her linger until she got what she wanted. William was separating the two.

Alexis groaned, clearly not fully satisfied with the conditions of her request and she stepped fully into the room. Angel froze as she saw Sam practically flinch as his hands curled into shaking fists. Vincent straightened up in preparation. Of what, Angel didn't know.

"I don't want to be babysat like a governess with a charge by a footman, William." Alexis argued and her gaze slid to Sam. "I'll take Sam with me instead. How about that?" Sam glared at her and it was then Angel realized his reactions had fear and uncomfortability in them, yes. But also anger. He was angry at her and she seemed pleased with it, just as long as Sam was looking at her.

"I can go. I think Vincent and Sam were going to help William with something right now anyways." Angel stood up and offered before William could try to think of an excuse. They walked towards Alexis with a smile, even though their blood chilled for moment. William watched them before sensing they had their mind made up and he looked at Alexis with a determined set of his brows.

"Angel is right. My apologies, Alexis dear." William agreed, holding up a hand to silence Vincent before he could fully begin his protest. Alexis sighed and eyed Angel for a long moment. They tried not to squirm under the scrutiny. Finally after several long moments, Alexis sighed and turned around to leave. Which apparently meant that Angel got the go-ahead. They waved to Sam with a grin before going after her. Sure, they would be uncomfortable. But it was just that. Not fear or anger too. Well... maybe a tinge of fear. But Alexis made a very intimidating figure, and Angel had never gotten a chance to actually know her. They only knew horror stories from Vincent. Hopefully their friend just liked to play up the dramatics to provoke a reaction from them and Alexis wasn't actually as much of a hellion like Vincent claimed.

"So... where are we going?" Angel asked as they fell into step with her. She looked over at them as if they were something gross she had just stepped in. Angel tried not to take it personally. Maybe she just always looked so disgusted when she was relaxed. ... yeah this wasn't going to be fun.

"Your hair is a mess." She said, sounding exasperated. Angel raised a hand to touch the top of their head before laughing nervously.

"Yeah. I.. uh... haven't had a chance to style it." They excused. Alexis clicked her tongue and shrugged as she exited the house. Angel followed behind her, already looking miserable. And they hadn't even gotten an answer to their question yet.

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The carriage ride was just as uncomfortable as you might imagine. Angel didn't like long spaces of silence and Alexis seemed to delight in the way that Angel squirmed and wriggled. When the footman opened the carriage door, Angel practically leapt out, desperate for solace from the intense atmosphere in the bubble of space. Alexis left the carriage far more gracefully before sighing and looking at Angel.

"Come here and I'll fix your hair." She said as if offering a favor to a child. Angel frowned but obeyed nonetheless, letting Alexis adjust their messy hair to her liking. When she finally deemed them acceptable, she started towards a dress shop. Angel blinked and followed after her, eying all the well dressed people loitering and moving along the sidewalks. Angel smoothed down the front of their clothing. There was embroidery. After all it was difficult to escape decorated fabrics in this class. But theirs was so simplistic in comparison.

Alexis opened the door of one of the shops, causing the bell to ring. They stepped in after her, staring around them in awe of all the different colored fabrics.

"Alexis, it's all so beautiful." They breathed. She look at them before rolling her eyes and adjusting the off the shoulder sleeves of her dress. Everyone loved to copy the style of dress the queen wore, so more and more often women's shoulders were being exposed. Angel didn't really care who showed off what. They had their own concerns. Alexis grabbed their wrist to drag them with her as she approached the counter. That's when Angel froze, their eyes locking on a figure who was quietly arguing with another girl.

He was tall, and if Alexis stood next to his intimidating aura, the Solaire would seem like a sweet puppy. But while she scared Angel, this man had a different quality to him. He was almost sweet in a scary way. The way that wolves were scary, but also friend shaped and fluffy. They tapped her shoulder, getting Alexis's attention.

"Who's that man over there?" They whispered. Alexis followed their finger before swatting their hand down with a huff.

"Not all nobility know who each other are. That's like me pointing to some random street urchin and asking you what their name is." She grumbled and Angel looked over at her confused.

"So you don't know him?" They asked in return and Alexis glared at them.

"Well of course I do, but don't just assume! That's David Shaw. He's the head of the Shaw household. It's another old name, like the Solaires. He's the only living blood Shaw, but the way that William has friends that are considered on the same level as the Solaire family, so does he. They're utterly brutish if you ask me." She sniffed. That was all Angel needed to know as the untangled their wrist from her grasp as she spoke to the tailor about a dress she had ordered earlier in the month. They walked over to David and the lady he was arguing with, catching the last bit of her sentence.

"-hold him in line. Although don't expect me to not bring this up the next time you need something." David sighed and rubbed his temples. While everyone wore splashes of color, David wore black clothing. Angel would have thought him in mourning. But everyone they knew in mourning always had a sad feel to them. David just seemed agitated.

"Yes, I expected as much. Regardless, thank you Arden." He said. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers running every which way through their body. Angel rubbed their palms on their sides and took a deep breath. Arden glanced over at them, looking confused before looking at David and then smirking. They nodded, patted David arm and wandered away.

"Hi mister Shaw." Angel chirped and David looked at them, his eyebrow arching as he stared at them. Angel supposed if he had a title he was wondering why they hadn't used. But Alexis hadn't told them what title was, they were beginning to realize. Oh well, hopefully he didn't mind.

"Have you been following me?" David asked as he narrowed his eyes. Angel blinked, processing what he said, and tilted their head with confusion.

Following him? Why would he think that? They wondered, but they shook their head.

"No. I haven't, sir." They said, just as cheerfully. His jaw clenched the line growing more defined. Angel's heart fluttered and they smiled at him again.

"How do you know my name then? I don't recall meeting you." He asked again. Angel supposed he had a point there. After all, Angel had no idea who he was or that he existed up until a few moments ago.

"Oh. I asked a friend if they knew who you were when I saw you enter. You're just so beautiful, I couldn't run the risk of not meeting you." Angel answered with a shrug. They delighted in the way David's eyes widened with shock and his lips parted. They looked soft. "Your lips look very soft." They added. That actually made him take a small step back from them as a strangled sound left his throat. Angel wondered if they had crossed a line. The noble class was far more reserved than Angel. It was kind of sad how compliments were so restricted. Vincent said it was for propriety, but what wasn't proper about telling someone how you viewed them and boosting their ego and confidence?

"Do... do you talk like this to everyone you know?" He asked when he finally regained control of himself. Angel tipped their head to a side as their finger tapped the bottom curve of their lip before answering him.

"Only the striking ones." They said simply and watched as he only grew flustered again. It was easy to fluster him. Vincent often just entered a complimenting game with Angel. But David seemed more reserved then that. Held back. "You're very in control of yourself, I can tell." They added, watching curiously as something flashed over his eyes and he actually smirked for a moment.

Before Angel, or David for that matter, could say something else, a hand closed over Angel's mouth. They squeaked in surprise and David's brows furrowed for a moment. Angel heard Alexis's voice next to their ear.

"Apologies, Lord Shaw." Alexis said. That offered Angel no information other than they had totally butchered David's title. But he hadn't bother to correct them at all. You called multiple titles a lord or lady. All it said was that he was kind of high up. Angel couldn't remember. David dipped his head.

"Lady Alexis. There's nothing you need to apologize for. I'm guessing you're the friend they were talking about?" David's tone sounded different when he was talking to Alexis versus how he spoke to Angel. Almost more... clipped. Alexis laughed as Angel tried to pry her hand off their face but she only dug her finger in more.

"I'm not their friend. My father had them sent to be my bodyguard. Ridiculous, but I suppose a Duke does have enemies." Angel side-eyed Alexis at the unnecessary name drop, their hands at their sides upon giving up on freeing themselves. David just nodded, not offering any verbal addition. The silence dragged on for a few moments before Alexis huffed and shoved a box into Angel's arms, finally letting go of their face. "Make yourself useful and hold those for me. Don't you dare ruin them. And stop dilly-dallying and come with me. I want to go home and make sure the modiste didn't mess up my order." Alexis said, grabbing Angel's forearm and pulling them. They looked back at David and grinned.

"I guess I'll see you around sometime, Lord Shaw!" They said as Alexis pulled them out the door. David watched them leave, staying quiet. He waited for them to enter the carriage before lifting his fingers to his lips for a moment.

"So... who was that?" Arden asked as she rejoined him. David looked at her and sighed.

"No clue. A friend of the Solaires if nothing else. He does have a reputation for taking people in." David said before shrugging. "It doesn't matter. One time interaction, nothing more. Now shall we? I don't want to stay here longer than I must."

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Alexis turned out to be rather furious that Angel just went up and talked to David if her scolding all the way home was anything to go off of. Which Angel would have been fine with. It was better than the alternative silence. But then she dragged Angel to William to complain about how Angel was rude and improper. And they couldn't stand for that slander. Vincent just laughed when Alexis was done with her verbal tirade, and Angel glanced at him.

"What are you laughing about, mistake?" She asked venomously. (rest written on computer -->) William’s small smile dropped immediately, but Vincent didn’t seem to take any offense. He simply looked at her, still smiling. 

“What’s funny, Alexis, is that you genuinely thought that William would believe that Angel is rude. Improper, maybe. I can see that. But that doesn’t come from a place of malice. They’re just oblivious to the current propriety standards. It’s part of why their company is so enjoyable. They’re refreshing.” Vincent defended with a shrug. Angel sighed as Alexis left, fuming. They sank down in one of the chairs that sat in the study. William leaned forward, steepling his fingers. 

“Did you at least have fun on your excursion, Angel?” He asked, his voice sympathetic. Angel looked at him and shrugged before closing their eyes. They were tired. They left William and Vincent’s conversation fade into background noise as they slowly slipped into sleep. 

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When they awoke, they were still in the chair but they had a blanket over them. They weren’t sure which of the two men had put the blanket on them but they pushed it off and stretched with a yawn. Naps were a luxury they certainly enjoyed. They exited the office, closing the door softly behind them. The blanket had been folded and sat on the seat cushion of the chair. They wandered down the hall, arms swinging as they walked, humming softly and blissfully ignorant of the way they now tormented someone’s thoughts. 

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted angel #redacted william #redacted vincent #redacted alexis #redacted arden #redacted david #redacted fanfic #redacted victorian au #victorian au #messenger of fanfiction

[justusjonas]

reading crime busters is really like Where Am I

#help #tbh one of the biggest differences between authors is really how they write justus interacting with girls #either hes really really bad due to embarassment or hes nonchalant as always which usually helps his case #interesting how it differs from author to author! #this is william arden here

[shakespearenews]

#shakespeare #william shakespeare #othello #folio matters #arden shakespeare #love #love story #Patricia Akhimie #world of sighs #vs #world of kisses #Youtube

[readtilyoudie]

Loxley rose in stiff increments, clambering off him and wrapping the scarf back around his neck. Thorncress followed him up, not quite meeting his eye. Hesitantly, Loxley took his hand. "I love you, and I would miss you, if you went. I need you to know that." 

Thorncress made a quiet sound like a wounded animal. "I cannot promise what will happen come morning," he said, his throat working furiously, "but I will not leave you tonight. Wherever the hounds went, I won't follow. You have my word." Raising one hand, he traced the trail of tears from Loxley's eye to the line of his jaw. "Don't cry for me. Please." 

"I will cry for you," Loxley threatened, though he managed a shaky smile. "I'll cry for you every night and every day until you realize the depth of my feelings for you."

-  The Faerie Hounds of York by Arden Powell

#book quote #the faerie hounds of york #arden powell #john thorncress #william loxley #romance #fantasy #queer #historical fiction #quote #quotes #booklr #bookblr

[fragwuerdiger-episodenguide]

(034) Die drei ??? und der rote Pirat

Klappentext

Wer verbirgt sich hinter der Maske des roten Piraten und warum bedroht er Justus, Bob und Peter? Was steckt hinter den Tonbandinterviews von Major Karnes - und wonach gräbt dieser heimlich in der Piratenbucht? Trotz aller Gefahren lassen die drei ??? nicht locker, bis sie das Rätsel um den legendären Piratenschatz gelöst haben – einen Schatz, der allerhand Geheimnisse birgt! 

Veröffentlichungshistorie

Buch (Random House): 033, 1982, William Arden, The Mystery of the Purple Pirate Buch (Kosmos): 033, 1984, Leonore Puschert (aus dem Amerikanischen übertragen) Hörspiel (Europa): 034, 1984

⁉️ Allgemein

Handlungsort

Rocky Beach

Kategorie

Spuk, Diebstahl

Figuren

Justus Jonas

Peter Shaw

Bob Andrews

Mr. Shaw

Major Karnes (😈)

Hubert (😈)

Carl (😈)

Kapitän Matthew Joy

Jeremy Joy, Sohn von Kapitän Joy

"Salzwasser" Sam Davis, rechte Hand von Kapitän Joy

Joshua Evans, Enkel vom roten Piraten (😈)

🏖 Rocky Beach Universum

Orte

1995 De La Vina Street

Piratenbucht

Einrichtungen

Piratenshow

Sonstiges

Peter hat einen Ferienjob als Gärtner

William Evans, auch bekannt als "der rote Pirat", verschwand, tauchte aber später als Soldat der amerikanischen Armee im Krieg gegen Mexiko wieder auf. Als Anerkennung für seinen Kriegsdienst wurde ihm ein Stück Land geschenkt.

🛼 Sonstiges

Lustige Dialoge

Bob: "Justus! Jemand hat auf mich geschossen! Zweimal!" Jeremy [gelangweilt]: "Das war Mr.Evans. Da kommt er ja."

Peter: "Ist wirklich alles ok?" Justus: "Ja Peter, keine Sorge. Mr.Evans ist ganz friedlich, er wird nicht auf uns schießen!"

Phrasenschwein

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🏳️‍🌈 Queer/diversity read

Shippy moments

Peter: "Naja, gut. Aber beeile dich Bob! Ich möchte meinen Hals noch ein bisschen behalten. Zumindest solange wir noch Ferien haben." Bob: "Na klar, dafür habe ich völliges Verständnis! Du kannst ihn ja festhalten während ich auf den Laster steige."

Diversity, Political Correctness and Feminism

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#die drei fragezeichen #die drei ??? #und der rote pirat #folge 034 #034 #william arden #spuk #diebstahl

[lucy-hp]

I absolutely love Hawaii Five-0 episode Kuka´awale. There is everything I want in a McDanno centric episode.

Like Danny said they should have gone with the gay couple. It fits them perfectly and keeps their cover.

I'm repeating myself but the McDanno chemistry is unbeatable and undeniable.

Before my re-watch, I didn't realize that it was Daniel Dae Kim first time in the director chair. He did a fabulous job.

Also I'm always happy to see Arden Cho on my screen even for a small part.

#hawaii five 0 #h50 rewatch #h50 #s05e17 #kuka'awale #mcdanno #daniel dae kim #arden cho #mcdanno is eternal #steve mcgarrett #danny danno williams #danny williams

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue April 15, 1955

Mrs. Catherine McManus, a young fashion editor of Vogue (wife of Mr. William McManus), wears a travel ensemble: a pleated jacket over a caraco dress, both in fluid beige wool jersey and anti-crease. By Claire McCardell. Organdy scarf by Echo. Note: the lipstick that shines here is the color "Pink Perfection" by Elizabeth Arden.

Mme Catherine McManus une jeune rédactrice mode de Vogue (épouse de Mr William McManus), porte un ensemble de voyage : une veste sur plis sur une robe caraco, à la fois en jersey de laine beige fluide et anti-froissage. Par Claire McCardell. Foulard en organdi par Echo. A noter : le rouge à lèvres qui brille ici est la couleur "Pink Perfection" d'Elizabeth Arden.

Photo Leombruno-Bodi vogue archive

#us vogue #april 1955 #fashion 50s #1955 #spring/summer #printemps/été #claire mccardell #echo #catherine mcmanus #william mcmanus #leombruno-bodi #elizabeth arden #pink perfection

[richardarmitagefanpage]

According to IMDb, Greg Barnett joins the cast of Damage.

#richard armitage #william #indira varma #ingrid #charlie murphy #anna barton #rish shah #martyn #pippa bennett-warner #peggy #ed hughes #francesca knight #sonera angel #kerim hassan #celine arden #letty thomas #damage #minie serie #serie #netflix #greg barnett #josephine hart #morgan lloyd malcolm #benjamin walters #lisa barros d'sa #glenn leyburn #gaumont uk #moonage pictures #news #imdb

[smolgay-bean]

Had some art block so I decided to work on some profiles for my OCs :)

#paige draws #ocs #suvi otohara #shikuma otohara #kate weston #ben weston #arden williams #camille choi #rubi weston #eve weston #artists on tumblr #digital art #fe3h oc #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #procreate