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sunwinni · 4 months ago
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“They are happy. Iridescently, incredibly and beautifully in love. He vows to be with her as long as he may live, and she could never dream of being without him. Felix and Olive…they are what true love is supposed to be.”
Back with yet another commission from @mooreaux and their amazing skills. They captured Olive with such beauty and I couldn’t be happier. Everything about this commission sings to my soul, and cures any sadness I have ever felt. Thank you so much.
It features my Detective Olive Thomas and Agent Felix Hauville from the Wayhaven Chronicles (written by @seraphinitegames). I recommend the game! I can only give the highest praises.
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nonud · 3 months ago
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Projet personnel : recherche de style pour un projet de bd.
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nadiapolyakova · 3 months ago
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Draco is a detective
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2fngrsin · 4 months ago
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So why the fuck did Gin and Vodka ride that rollercoaster?!
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artbygaia · 6 months ago
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*claire de lune plays in the background* 🌙
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the-modern-typewriter · 7 months ago
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Hi there! Hope you’re having a good day. Could you write a piece where a detective meets their former partner who’s turned towards a life of crime and is now a wanted criminal? Maybe with some romantic/sexual tension?
“You.”
“Me,” the criminal said, spreading their arms. “If you’re that surprised, you’ve got significantly worse at your job since I last checked.”
The detective’s eyes narrowed at that - but, well, it was probably true. Ever since their partner had betrayed them and decided causing crimes was more lucrative than solving them, things hadn’t been so great. The balance wasn’t there. They had no one to watch their back anymore. No one to bounce ideas off. 
No one like them. 
Seeing their former partner again was like getting punched in the face. 
The detective had solved a lot of crimes since the two of them had split, so to speak. Unending cups of coffee, burning vengeance and a crater in one’s gut to fill could do that. 
The criminal’s eyes flickered, gaze roaming over them. 
The detective could well imagine the way they were deducing, slotting clues together. The detective wasn’t exactly a mystery wrapped in an enigma tied together in a riddle. Even in the dim light, the new gauntness of their face had to be obvious. Just as obvious as the exhaustion, the slight sway in their stance, the hair going greasy. 
The criminal, on the other hand, looked as gorgeous as ever. Of course they did. They hadn’t grown haggard, they’d grown sleek. Like a predator that had lost the baby fat of pretending to be all soft and cuddly and nice.
“You look terrible,” the criminal said. “My reports said you weren’t doing so great, but - jesus.”
The detective snarled, and lunged. No it probably wasn’t proper, and no they hadn’t called back up, but - seeing them! 
The criminal twisted, another shadow in the night. 
The detective grunted in pain as they hit the wall, face first, their former partner’s body pressed up against their spine. The criminal pinned the detective’s wrists to the hard brick of the warehouse dock. 
“When was the last time you slept?” the criminal demanded. “Because I know you’re better than this. That punch was downright sloppy.”
Worse, it didn’t sound all suave and mocking. It sounded concerned. The detective would have preferred them to be scathing. Something that didn’t make their heart ache, because it wasn’t like they could still be -
Everything. 
Partners.
The detective had never said it, but in the long nights of cases and stake-outs, in brushed fingers and adrenaline traded grins, they’d thought there was something. They’d felt something. They were an idiot. 
“Not your business,” the detective said. “Not anymore.”
“I didn’t do this to hurt you.”
“You didn’t imagine betrayal would hurt?”
The criminal’s grip flexed on them, tightening when the detective took the opportunity to struggle. The detective managed to push back, to whip around, only to be slammed back in the wall again. That time, they felt the cold press of a knife against their throat. 
The detective froze.
“Your brain always did go a bit too fast for your own good,” the criminal murmured. “Great with the tiny details, bit crap with the big picture. I came to check on you.”
“Then you’re dumb, and going to get caught!”
“That’s what you want, right?”
The question caught the detective off guard, it winded them. They opened their mouth to say yes, only to flounder. They’d wanted to find the criminal, they knew that. Their former partner was a fraud, con artist and thief. But they had been the detective’s partner, once. Even with everything it was difficult to relish the thought of the criminal rotting behind bars, where they would no doubt be quietly murdered given how many of the other inmates they had caught once upon a time.  
A smile curled the criminal’s face. 
“You know,” the criminal said. “Money is the most important thing in the world these days, it’s the ticket to anything you might. But you come a close second.”
“Turn yourself in then,” the detective rasped. “Do the right thing.”
“I did say second.” The criminal continued to appraise them for a moment, moving the knife to tip the detective’s face into a better angle to catch the light. “You could stop chasing me. I could set you up nicely.”
“I’m not like you.”
“No,” the criminal agreed. “I’m less inclined to self destruction. Still, I had to offer. For old time’s sake.”
The detective snarled again, but the criminal didn’t seem bothered.
“A chase then,” the criminal continued, softly, almost to themselves. “But, first.” They reached for the detective’s handcuffs. “You should get some sleep.”
They awoke in a hotel, alone, the room paid for in cash. 
No once could say who they’d entered with. There was no security footage. No clues whatsoever.  They also felt damnably better after getting a good night’s rest with someone to keep guard. That definitely felt like a taunt, of some kind.
So, they chased. It was only a matter of time until they caught up again.
Nobody knew the criminal like they did.
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rainboopz · 4 months ago
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A hardy detective that can literally rise from the ashes (of my heart), and belongs to @sycopomp !!! 🔥🔥🔥
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fr-ogii · a month ago
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could you write like junho x tsundere reader?
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hwang jun-ho (the detective)
x gn!tsundere!reader; poc friendly
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this was so difficult to write for me, im sorry it took so long for so little :(
ps i know i’m not great at writing tsunderes, pls reach out if you have any tips (goes for anyone)
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⇢ you never cared that your lack of visible emotion effected other people until you fell in love with junho. you wanted nothing more than to express your love for him the way you had seen all of the “normal” couples do in the television shows you had seen. you wish you could say “i love you” without it feeling forced.
⇢ unfortunately for you, the words got caught in your throat every time you attempted to say it. your pride refused.
⇢ junho enjoyed making you as flustered as he possibly could. the stutters you made as your face became hot were music to his ears.
⇢ even cuter than that were to obvious lies you made that you “didn’t care about him” and that you “weren’t flustered”
⇢ he doesn’t mind you find it difficult to show your love. he doesn’t expect the impossible for you and is even prouder of you when you’re able to admit your admiration for him.
⇢ i believe that junho might even prefer a tsundere significant other, he does seem like quite the flirt who loves those who play “hard to get”
⇢ it’s obvious your love language isn’t word of affirmation, and lucky that neither is junho’s. despite your refusal to admit it out loud, you’re not sure how you could live without him.
⇢ i’m guessing it’s likely acts of service or quality time. there’s a possibility it’s gift giving or physical touch, but i would doubt it.
⇢ overall he truly loves you, no matter how unwilling you are to admit you feel the same for him
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macrolit · 2 months ago
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Vintage Modern Library editions from an independent bookseller on ebay. from ml.books
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mooreaux · 7 months ago
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finally got the chance to start the Wayhaven chronicles book three demo! I’m loving it so far, so have Faye’s updated look 🌹🌹🌹
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