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rimarzaarts · 1 year
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Rey and Nate doodle 💜💚
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igiveupmiss3 · 9 months
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Ignominious
He has been chased, overpowered, handcuffed and is now hauled to the cells by the mild mannered-looking female detective who captured him, his hands still securely bound behind his back.
Source: Ged Baradona
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zippocreed501 · 1 year
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Jennifer Carpenter as Debra Morgan
Dexter
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adgp35 · 11 months
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She Is Everywhere, Part 4
Janice was clearly practiced. It took her just five minutes to tie me up. I stood facing away from her, gazing wistfully at the island in the distance, my wrists bound behind my back. My bonds were not uncomfortable, except for some mild chafing from the rough rope, but when I tugged gently with my wrists it was clear they were tight enough to prevent any escape. Finally, with a deep sigh, I turned to face my captor while she sat on a rock, again nonchalantly playing with her red hair.
“So are you a magician?” I asked her bitterly. “Excuse me?” came the amused reply. “How were always one step ahead of me, Ms Sherlock?” I demanded. Her face broke into a full smile at that. She stoood up, walked over to me and placed her hand, much to my initial alarm, into one of my trouser pockets. She opened her palm for me to look and there was a small black electronic device, incongruously branded with a childish cats paw logo in orange. “GPS tracking device,” Jessica explained simply, “I dropped it in your pocket while you were shooting your denials in my face back at the office, Robert.” I closed my eyes with a groan. I looked back at her, and the young investigator’s own eyes were twinkling. “Also, I grew up in this area too, my friend,” she told me, “only a little more recently than you!”
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ellenembee · 1 year
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Bruises
A stand-alone fic of a “skipped” moment in The Wayhaven Chronicles books.
After being attacked and mildly injured by Trappers after the meeting with Falk, Ophelia tries to go about her day as usual. Luckily, she's got Tina (and Adam) to let her know she's being dumb and to help her through the memories dredged up by the attempted kidnapping.
"Come on. We're going to see the doc." "What? No. I'm fine." Ophelia turned back to her computer but flinched a moment later when Tina poked her cheek. "OW! What the hell?" "That's what I asked. Now get your ass out of that chair and into my patrol car before I drag you there myself." Tina stepped back, adjusted her belt, and pointed to the door like some sort of grim reaper pointing Scrooge to his grave. Ophelia closed her eyes. "You're not going to let this go?" "Are you seriously asking me that with a welt the size of the moon on your face?"
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sowhatnotcreative · 9 months
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Sick and tired of the gaybaiting murder mysteries? Tired of having one singular woman in the crime show that's always somehow in a full face of makeup, done hair and tight pantsuit? No matter if it's comedy or serious (am lookin at u brooklyn 99)? Sick of the near parody that woman detectives on tv have become? Watch deadloch!
Deeewiiiit
Support the ladies!
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wonda-ch · 11 months
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Right now I'm in the mood for conversations. That's why I took a side trip to Wayhaven to write a much-needed conversation for my detective.
It was time to clear some things up. At this point, she's not a big fan of Adam, I'm afraid.
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yesstaffnurse1 · 2 years
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Josephine Evans, Nurse Sleuth
“Sister Evans!” we exclaimed in unison and despair as the blue clad nurse detective emerged from the shadows, with a satisfied smile on her face. “Hello, gentlemen,” she said cheerily, “I thought I might encounter you two down here if I waited long enough!” Paul and I gazed at each other dismally in the dim light of the underground corridor as we saw Sister Josephine Evans haul a box out from behind the corner in the corridor where she had been hiding, apparently waiting for us. “The missing controlled drugs from Ward 31 and Ward 32 if I’m not mistaken!” she said, indicating the box with a nod of her blonde head. “But I’m sure you both know that!” We did and we also knew our little caper was over. “But how did you know it was us, Sister?” I wailed. “We had been so careful!” The nurse sleuth smiled knowingly. “Let’s get you back to my office and all will be revealed!” Josephine proclaimed with a wink, and ushered us to walk ahead of her down the cellar passage and towards the steps.
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“It took me a little while,” the nurse acknowledged back in the office as I watched her tie Paul’s hands together behind his back with a roll of bandage, “but I eventually compared the shifts the CDs went missing on with the volunteers’ rota. Guess whose names came up every time?” She grinned and pressed the sullen looking Paul into a chair and prepared to tie his ankles to its legs too. I was also seated, my wrists already bound behind my back, and tied to my chair by the nurse, but I was determined to know how the resourceful ward sister had managed to capture us. “But how did you know to check in the cellars, Sister?” I asked. Having finished securing my friend, she then sat on the desk opposite me, her blue uniform dress tightly pulled around her knees and thighs: she was a fine looking woman, I reflected. “I simply asked the porters where the safest place to store something in the hospital was,” the nurse detective replied, “and they suggested the cellars. It was a long shot, but I thought I would poke around there last night and hey presto, there the drugs were! Then it was simply a matter of waiting until you were both next on in order to catch you in the act.”
Paul scowled at me. “I told you we should have shifted them!” he growled at me bitterly. “I knew she was on our trail!” I moved uncomfortably in my bonds, embarrassed by my friends accusing gaze. “Well,” said Josephine, breaking the tension, “I need to attend a meeting now. You two cool your heels here until the police arrive. I’m sorry it’s a shared office, but don’t mind the girls - they know why you are here!” We both glowered at the smug looking woman at that point, furious at the way our carefully laid plan had come to naught.
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remedywriter · 2 years
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Till The End Of Time
Issue 1
(Steve Rogers x fem!OC)
A/n: It's been awhile since I've been on tumblr. Hope I got the format right.
Warnings: murder, mentions of terrorism.
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Brooklyn Barlowe was assigned to a new murder case. Being a detective, it wasn't unusual for her to be dealing with stuff like this. But she was a little intrested in how she ended up solving a murder case for a failed S.H.I.E.L.D. mission. When arriving on the scene of the crime, she was shocked to see Captain America. Brooke knew he worked with S.H.I.E.L.D. before, but she thought all of that ended when it was discovered that H.Y.D.R.A. infiltrated them. He looked depressed. Truly upset at the scene before him. She could've just started working kn the case, but she had a heart. She just couldn't bare to see him that upset with himself.
Brooklyn walked over to him and pat his shoulder. He turned up and looked at her.
"Was this your case?" She asked.
Steve nodded. "I didn't make it. It's all my fault."
"Don't blame yourself. I can guarantee you it wasn't your fault. Just because you didn't save him, doesn't mean you should blame yourself." Brooklyn stated.
"I know. I just can't help it." Steve sighed. "I know I can't save everyone, but I still have to try."
"A good start would be telling me what happened?" Brooklyn suggested. "My name's Brooklyn Barlowe. My friends call me Brooke."
"Steve Rogers." Steve smiled.
"I know." She laughed. "So can you tell me how we got to this?"
"I got an assignment to rescue a captured S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent. I tracked the bad guys down and figured out they were here. They must've found out I was coming. The agent was dead when I arrived."
"I'm sorry." Brooke said. "You said you could track them down. How?"
"They were spotted coming here after purchasing illegal weapons from the black market. S.H.I.E.L.D. was able to track down the dealer, but I couldn't save the agent." Steve explained.
"A weapons dealer." Brooke repeated. She grabbed a notepad and started writing things down. "These 'bad guys'. What exactly... makes them 'bad'? Who are they?"
"Terrorists from the middle east." Steve explained. "They're known for bombing schools. They started doing it in the Asia, then they became a S.H.I.E.L.D. problem when they attempted to do it here."
"But they failed?" Brooke asked.
"The agent. He was undercover as a weapons dealer. He got caught when they realized the bomb was a dud." Steve sighed. He still couldn't get passed the fact that he let someone die.
"Thank you, Mr. Rogers. I think I have an idea." Brooke smirked. "And," She tore off a piece of paper from her notepad. "if you need some cheering up sometime, here's my number."
Steve took the note. "Thank you, Ms. Barlowe."
"Please, call me Brooke." Brooklyn smiled. "I'm too young to be Ms. Barlowe."
Steve laughed. "Guess I'm just a little old fashioned."
"Maybe that's a good thing." Brooklyn smirked before she left. She went over and took a look at the crime scene.
The body of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent was in pretty good condition, other then the fact that he was dead. He had a bullet hole in his forehead, but nowhere else. For terrorists, they really didn't seem to treat him that badly. Even his death was quick and easy. It seemed a little suspicious for people who would be so willing to kill innocent children.
"What do we know about him?" Brooke asked the Forensic Examiner.
"Name's Mr. George Skinley. S.H.I.E.L.D Agent. Went undercover and got caught. No wife, no kids, no family." The man answered.
"Do you have his wallet?" She asked. The man nodded. "May I take a look?"
The man nodded again. Brooke put on some gloves before analyzing the wallet. She opened it and found a picture of him and a woman. She looked Middle Eastern.
"No wife, eh?" Brooke asked. "Well he liked someone enough to put her in his wallet."
She went back to looking through it. There were receipts for purchases made out of country.
"Did Mr. Skinley happen to visit the Middle East for this assignment?" She asked. The Foresic guy didn't know, so she asked a S.H.I.E.L.D. investigator.
"If he left, it wasn't for this assignment. As far as our records go, he was never given an assignment that would involve him leaving the country." The S.H.I.E.L.D Agent explained.
"Well I know what happened." Brooke announced. "He was a double agent. S.H.I.E.L.D. thought he was working for them, the terrorists thought he was working for them. His kidnapping after the weapons deal was a fake. They needed to get him away from S.H.I.E.L.D. for awhile. But they found out he had given them up when Captain America was sent to rescue him. So they killed him and left."
"And how do you know this?" The S.H.I.E.L.D agent asked.
"His wallet. He made purchases out of the country not too long ago. He has a picture with a Middle Eastern woman in a location that's not in America. Not to mention his body." Brooke explained. "No rope burns. No marks. Not even a single bruise. If he was their prisoner, that wouldn't be the case. Besides, why would they kidnap him? There were no demands, no ransom. They would've killed him. But he was on their side. Or so they thought. If he was truly on their side, he would've left with them. He didn't. They killed him. The only reason? He really was working for S.H.I.E.L.D. after all. Therefore, the only possible solution is he was a double agent."
"Wow." Steve gasped.
"I'll get some people working on confirming this theory." The S.H.I.E.L.D agent said. "Thank you for your help, Miss Barlowe."
"You're welcome, but I'm not finished." Brooke replied. "One of the receipts in his wallet is for a real legitimate weapons dealer. He even has the phone number, meeting place, and date written in a code on the back. I'm ex military though. I know a code when I see one. Have this deciphered, intercept their trade, and you've caught both the buyer and the dealer."
"I'll have people working on deciphering this code immediately." The S.H.I.E.L.D agent nodded.
Brooke was about to leave when Steve approached her.
"That was something." He laughed. "Ex military you say?"
"I was in the army for a couple years. I fought in the War of Iraq. I put together that there was going to be an assassination attempt on one of my commanders. I stopped it. He said I had a talent and should become a detective. So I did." Brooke explained.
"Thank you for your service." Steve smiled.
"Thank me? Captain America just thanked me?" Brooklyn laughed.
"Just because one soldier saves a thousand men, doesn't mean the soldier that saves one is any less a hero." Steve replied.
"You've saved a thousand men?" Brooke asked.
"It was an analogy." Steve laughed.
"But... have you?" Brooke pushed.
"I guess you'll have to ask me that another time. Perhaps when I need you to 'cheer me up'." Steve smiled.
"Ok." Brooke smiled back. "But I wouldn't feel guilty about not saving a guy who was working with terrorists."
"Don't worry." Steve chuckled. "I won't."
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submission4 · 2 years
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Asahi Hashimoto, ANA Stewardess Sleuth, Part 2
Asahi hurried over to where the last of the baggage was being thrown onto the transit truck by the Airport porters. “Hey, wait up!” she called to one of the men. “Do you have Mr Fukada’s items?” “Yes,” replied one of the porters warily, “what is the problem?” Asahi gave him one of her winning smiles. “No problem, sir,” she replied, “but Mr Fukada has asked specifically that I check his guitars and sheet music are all present and correct.” The combination of Asahi’s seductive tone and her uniform made the man relent and he indicated the musician and his band’s belongings. “There they are,” he sniffed, “but be quick. This stuff needs to be loaded onboard in forty minutes.”
Asahi nodded her thanks and quickly pulled out various small items from the bags. If her suspicions were correct, it would the most innocuous of items that might contain the incriminating evidence. The stewardess examined instrument after instrument and found nothing until, at last, she shook a clarinet to be greeted with the rattle she was waiting for. Several tightly wrapped packets suddenly fell out of the aperture of the instrument. With a single deft movement, Asahi swept the mysterious wrapped packages into the pocket of her jacket. She glanced at her watch. Ms Nishimura would be expecting her and the rest of the all female crew to be present and correct doing final cabin checks before take off in just a few minutes. She needed more however to be sure of Fukada’s wrong doing.
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rosewiththorns · 2 years
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i’m writing a fan fiction and i need a face claim for a female detective/cop.
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zippocreed501 · 1 year
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Lauren Vélez as Captain Maria LaGuerta
Dexter
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pulpman2 · 8 months
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Vipera Bionda, or the Blonde Serpent in English was a highly dangerous actress and socialite in 1920s Hollywood who waged a one-woman war against the Mafia, studio bosses, fascists, criminals and just about any man who crossed her. She was the creation of Italian erotic artist Emmanuele Taggliatelle and her title ran for over eighty issues between the late 1960s and early 1990s. Her real name was Cat Sparrow and in her youth worked as a prostitute. It was this sense of burning injustice that drove Cat to adopt her merciless Vipera persona and she happily indulged in murder, torture and frequent bondage in order to take the people that she regarded as the bad guys, down. This cover is typical of Cat’s modus operandi. A mafiosi has been tied hand and foot, and weighted down with concrete, by the Vipera and she is preparing to tip the terrified gangster over the side of his own yacht in revenge for some unknown transgression.
In line with the “erotic” nature of this comic, Cat’s 1925 swimsuit is suffering a wardrobe malfunction as she grapples to send her struggling prisoner to a watery grave. For more on Vipera Bionda, please see my Tumblr blog Female Domination in Comics under the moniker comicsart3.
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jeshaisabookworm · 1 year
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The Spencer Sisters | TV Show Spotlight
Have you seen the first episode of The Spencer Sisters?
Starring Stacy Faber and Lea Thompson as Darby and Victoria Spencer a mother daughter are forced to work together when Darby comes home penniless after quitting her job and finding out that her boyfriend was cheating on her returns home in the care of her mystery novelist mother, Victoria. With a bond that could do some work the mother-daughter duo starts solving crime.Airing in CTV with the next…
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female-sleuths · 2 years
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CJ’s Encyclopedia of Female Sleuths
It came to my attention that lots of my most beloved female detectives are not know widely (at least not in the dcmk fandom 😫). I spend much time in my youth to find books were women had agency, though I love the golden age detective stories, woman’s agency is rare, not only there, but still in the 1980 and 1990.
So to remedy this, I’ll do a small encyclopedia, starting more or less chronologically (which means I have to start with Miss Marple, even if I should think she is less obscure).
I will include girl detectives (Nancy Drew is nearly as old as Miss Marple, Trixie Belden still pre-dates the 1950s) at some time.
The encyclopedia will be updated infrequently (I’m going to have to reread a lot of stuff) and will encompass at least the following (article exists when linked):
Miss Jane Marple (1927)
Nancy Drew (1930)
Trixie Beldon (1948)
Kate Fansler (1964)
Emma Peel (1965)
Cordelia Gray (1972)
Amelia Peabody (1975)
Sabrina Duncan (1976)
Sharon McCone (1977)
V.I. Warshawski (1982)
Maggie Ryan (1985)
Micky Knight (1990)
Veronika Mars (2004)
Masumi Sera (2011)
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ndfan3 · 2 years
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Green Eyed Monster, from the Nancy Drew Girl Detective series, Book no 39. This story is also the first volume in the Eco-Mystery Trilogy (2009).
This series is another reboot of Nancy Drew, positing her firmly in the 2000s as a confident young woman making her way in the world as well as tackling mysteries. This first part of a trilogy takes Nancy to an eco-resort in Costa Rica, where a string of “accidents”, that threaten the viability of the resort, plunge the girl detective in yet another mystery-solving adventure.
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