#i intended to just do the sketch tonight but i ended up feeling motivated and just steamrolled it so that was nice

[mokadevs]

red❤️

#arknights #w arknights #arknights w #first day of my self imposed hue week ! #one color of the rainbow per day lets see how far we get lads! hopefully far! smiles #i intended to just do the sketch tonight but i ended up feeling motivated and just steamrolled it so that was nice #kiki draws

[vminity21]

+1 | kth

Pairing: HighschoolCrush!Taehyung X StillProcessingIt!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Warning(s): slight language use, angst (if you read b/w the lines), pretty much smutty kissing, hand groping, mention of alcohol, breast worship, nipple play; Rated: 18+

Summary: When a crush you had in high school unexpectedly returns to your life six years later, this is the experience you have with him when you collected the courage to invite him over to hangout.

Credit to: @suhdays​ for the amazing cover!

Inspiration comes in the form of little expectancy especially when life seems to throw a curveball you never dreamed would be a potential possibility; but, here you are, tapping upon the keyboard of your five-year-old laptop decorated in stickers of celebs you've admired over the years mingled with relevant quotes that have bustled yet again- inspiration that motivates you day by day to continue to be the human being that you are. Inspiration though can appear in lyrical melodies broadcasted globally for millions to pine over; or, published in numerous pages creating imaginary worlds where ones can escape to; or, sketched in a meticulous design to build whatever idea had been desired to come to life; or, filmed in scenes of an edited story by talented persons determined to enter the spotlight in any way they can; or, painted along a canvas in colors of calculated detail bringing forth the picture of accomplishment. Inspiration derives from a mere moment- one that sparks the instinct to gather the materials needed to pour out your heart in ways that may bring a sense of peace.

For you, it used to be in the lines of a song penciled into a crinkled notebook from your backpack hidden away for no one to discover; it used to be countless childhood journals where you expressed your inward battles in order to find enough solace to sleep at night. You've lost your touch over the years because life changes in the blink of an eye, as you grow older, and work can distract from the time taken to focus on yourself; thankfully graduating college to gain the degree you now behold landed you a job, one you hope lasts for many years, and you are currently living in a two-bedroom apartment with your best friend, Monica, who's presently slumbering as you brush some loose strands of hair from your vision.

Your dog is curled at the end of your bed as you write, which is something that you haven't done in what feels like forever, but the reasoning behind this sporadic urge ignited when the familiar pair of brown eyes from six years prior, re-entered your world without your preparation and his presence from a recent night shared seems to echo in every space of your brain to where you've finally had enough. It's about time to reach out, the devil on your shoulder whispers, but the angel sitting on the opposite begs to differ. Shaking your head, you pause momentarily, cracking your knuckles before resting your forehead on the desk, exhaling slowly while the memory of his touch seems to haunt your skin.

He was someone you once admired in high school- roaming the hallways where girls giggled giddily each time he'd pass by; star of the basketball team, rising popularity to the point everyone knew his name, collecting homework answers from budding friendships, and it all began once he started his junior year at a new school- the school where you attended. But the difference that set him apart from the typical cliché's of the prevalent students you never seemed to relate to, was that he talked to absolutely everybody and anybody- no judgment on what group the person took part in, his kindness won the hearts of many other than the evident attraction of his physical features. He didn't care who you were or what you were into, he would be your friend, and that, considering he was viewed on a higher level, made him even more special.

Despite never admitting it then, you had a crush on him. He was more of an acquaintance, but you enjoyed his company when he came around, and when a past friend, who is now married with a few kids, used to have a crush on the same person, your heart sank, because with every guy thinking she was hot, you felt as though you would never stand a chance. Especially not with this guy who made your hands jittery and the beat in your chest skip- the guy who is none other than Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung would frequent the chorus room at times when you and your past friend would practice music pieces and he always was fond of your singing voice- something he praised you for often, while his attention was received from his talent regarding sports. Something he was so good at that it was spread that he may have gained quite the scholarship for college if he decided to go. There were memories of bravery where you seized the day just to steal a conversation and a hug; at one time, scribbling the words 'hot af' with an arrow pointing where he signed your friend, Min Yoongi's, yearbook; Yoongi playing it off as though he had no idea who the culprit was when Taehyung asked who wrote it. Utter surprise can't even fathom when you along with Taehyung were voted 'Most Likely to be Famous' by your graduating class when senior year was conquered. The inside joke was for you to hold the basketball while he placed his hands upon the keys of a piano, the picture you still couldn't process happened, but always remained grateful for.

Six years flew by and the conversation never necessarily held, but there were the rare messages from social media where he'd reach out hoping all had been well with you. Interestingly enough, a cover you posted harmonizing with a fellow singer happened to be his absolute favorite, one of the few Instagram posts he'd commented on, and one of the few singing videos he continuously would listen to repeatedly without your knowledge until a few weeks ago when he revealed that to you. A cover that is now near to be a four-year-old video that he still finds uplifting when he hears you and the way your voice blended so well with the other female. Your mind is reeling because after all this time, and even now, there are remains of the aftershock, trying to forget the feel of him, when there's no way you can, not with everything so fresh on your mind. So fresh on your heart.

It all occurred when Yoongi, who kept in touch with you occasionally after graduation brought you up to Taehyung who happened to think of you earlier when listening to his favorite cover of yours, and he agreed he'd like to hang out. He asked if his friend, Hoseok could join you, Monica, and Yoongi which of course you said yes to learn how sweet you found it, that he had traveled within the span of a day after visiting his grandparents, because he is a man of his word, planned to come see you even though the drive was five hours out of his way. The night was filled with so much laughter mixed with serious conversations to the point the card game that was supposed to be played was never finished, and it sprung the desire of wanting to see Taehyung again, and you couldn't come to terms with never knowing so after some encouragement from Monnie and Yoongi, you messaged T to hang out a few days later, but never opened his reply until you were safely home from work.

Taehyung: Gotcha! Hmmm, I haven't decided on what I intend on doing. Either being with family or hanging out with friends. If I don't hang out with family, you could be my plus 1 or bring whomever or vice versa

[Y/N]: Sorry I just got home from work! I'll definitely be your plus 1 if hanging with family doesn't work out! Sounds like a plan!

He asked if you wanted anything from the store when it was confirmed he was on his way which you responded with your typical answer of no, and with music playing from your Bluetooth speaker, you were highly humiliated when you lost track of four minutes of time, opening a message from him to see that he had been there, at your door. Heart racing you rushed to unlock it, head spinning when you saw he leaned against the stair railing with a plastic bag of two Arbor Mist wine bottles dangling from his hand, him promising everything was fine despite your profuse apologies- him slipping his phone in his back pocket while he followed you into your home.

Monnie happened to be staying the night with her family, so it would be just the two of you tonight, besides your dog who bounced at his legs while he reached down to pet her fluffy head. Taking in the sight of him, now that was something you found hard to believe. Just a simple pair of jeans, a gray t-shirt with a black jacket complementing the dark tendrils of hair spread across his forehead leading to the carefully sculpted lining of his jaw nearly brought you to your knees, but you held it together long enough to settle across from him at your dining room table. He had taken off his shoes at the door remembering upon a few days prior, and he set out the wine while you jumped to retrieve wine glasses (Yoongi happened to purchase for you) while banter still related to greetings.

One thing that truly intrigued you when first seeing Taehyung after six years were words, he had said that touched your heart more than you'd like to profess. "That's why I try to enjoy every moment with people because you never know what day will be your last," and you knew right then, that if there was anyone you wanted to share a moment with, it was him, and there he was, right before you, smiling about something you said while the sound of the fruity liquid-filled each glass.

"I really truly do not understand what you are so afraid of. What do you even have to lose?" Monnie tinkered with the lens to her camera while she sauntered through the living room. Exasperated from anxiety, you sucked in your lips before teasingly throwing her the side-eye.

"My dignity,"

"Oh c'mon," she paused, lifting a brow. You had been talking nonstop on how bad you wanted to invite Taehyung over, but fear of rejection including the fear of humiliation seemed to overwhelm you, although deep down you knew your best friend in the entire world was correct. You did not nor do you have anything to lose.

"Well!" You squawked, raising your palms dramatically in the air before slapping them to the sides of your thighs, "Why the hell would Kim Taehyung ever want to hang out with me anyway? Do you not see how farfetched this all is?"

"Bold of you to assume that my life isn't already farfetched enough as it is-"

"Not! The point!"

Monnie sighed, and when she saw the way your shoulders slumped in disappointment that shouldn't have been an issue, to begin with, she stepped closer, placing her hand on your shoulder, "First off, you are overthinking this, and you shouldn't. Besides, I think after hanging out as a group, he only sees you as a friend, meaning no expectations. So, go into it with that mindset okay? I'm sure he'd love to hang out with you. Secondly," she smiled, her serene expression filled with promises she always kept, "You've waited six years for this. I think you should ask him to hang out."

"You really think so?" Your grin reached your hopeful eyes, and the feeling in your chest seemed to react more positively despite your earlier turmoil.

"Yeah. The dude owes us a chair anyways,"

"Ah!" You cackled, back pressed against the dining room table as you remembered literally a few days ago when Taehyung accidentally broke a spindle of the chair in half with his foot when Yoongi scared him just by suddenly walking down the hallway. "I don't think I've ever seen a man so embarrassed."

"I'm not saying to hold it over his head, but," Monnie held up her index finger, "I think that gives him enough reason to come back," she giggled, setting her camera on the dining room table before waltzing into the kitchen.

You shrugged, "At least we can still sit on it."

"Look at it, it's staring at me," Taehyung pointed swiftly at where the vacant spindle would have been, your laughter reverberated throughout the space.

"T, really, you do not owe us new chairs. I promise, it's fine," you reassured him, realizing your cheeks were sore from how much you'd been smiling since he entered your 'realm of refuge' as you liked to describe your apartment. He snapped a picture of it, probably with the intention of getting a new chair for you and Monica regardless, and you found that appreciative although you would be happy if he didn't.

Shit. You pause from the computer screen, leaning back into your chair before folding your arms tight across your chest. Eyeballing the cursor, your vision narrows as it blinks, waiting for you to add more words to the memory that seems to spin in a cycle with the subtle goal of not stopping. Or, so you figure. If recalling every little detail isn't already hard enough, reliving the reminiscence of his fingers twirling in your hair, his sweet laugh when he looked at you, or the way he held you so tight-

But, everything in between, leading up to those mesmerizing flashes are just as important to you as what it led to. Maybe it was the conversation- the three hours of conversation before the move to the sofa which it was hard to fully focus on what else was being said because how could you properly concentrate when the one person, you'd been so worried about spending time with was seriously conversing with you like the pair of you had been friends your whole lives?

Miraculously, you were able to gather the stories of past vacations that resulted in mild disappointment revolving around the complaints of people surrounding him, or the goal of visiting as many places as possible leading Taehyung to scribble down a list of where he'd been to reveal you both have equally been to the same amount of places. Of course, the thrill of going on a mini adventure with him brought an excitement you haven't felt in a while; even the story of why he was transferred to your high school years ago due to a misunderstanding, and when the pair of you made your way to the couch, he nestled into one corner while you gladly took the other, wishing you could snuggle closer but fear prevented you from doing so.

It seemed as though that he didn't want to watch the movie anyhow, because he talked to you as though he never wanted to stop, and eventually it led to you asking one too many times if he was okay with spending the rest of the night with you. "It's up to you, I'll stay if you want me too," he promised, the way your heart fluttered when you replied, "Yes, can you please stay? I don't want you to go."

"Alright, alright! I'll stay," he smiled widely, both of his large hands reaching out, and there was not one ounce of hesitation from you- your hands grasped his before your dog jumped to beg for attention, trying to lick at his face causing your hands to undo. Laughter was contagious with Taehyung, and still cuddled into the corner of the couch, you were so elated that he was going to stay, you reached to hug him, his arms wrapping around you, the feel of your bodies aligning putting the biggest smile on your face. It was crazy how everything was seeming to fall into place- the stars aligning as though it was all magic; and, you couldn't get past how right everything felt. How right he felt. Pulling away, his smile never left him, "Are you shy?" His arm remained draped around your shoulders, and timidly you peer at his surprised gape, his black hair almost covered his crescent eyes.

"I mean... Yeah, I can be," you murmured, reaching to hug him again, but something washed over you this time, a thought that had crossed your mind repeatedly that you just couldn't take it anymore. The side of his face was blurred, placing your palm upon his cheek, and without even a moment of doubt, you kissed him. A sudden decision, but one of the best ones you could have made.

His lips were so soft, the way his mouth just seemed to mold with yours for only a few mere seconds, and the shock on his face when you pulled away, paired with the realization that his hands were held in the air, you hadn't expected his reaction. Shit! You cursed inwardly, immediately jumping back to persistently make sure he was okay; even when he moved to cuddle with you, him claiming everything was fine, but that he couldn't believe you kissed him being the both of you never once saw this coming especially six years ago during the high school days. His hand was fidgety as he swiftly rubbed your shoulder, your head buried on his chest while your mind spun in a continuous loop of how you could not believe that you kissed Taehyung. The Kim Taehyung.

He became quiet- too quiet, concern etched in your expression, maneuvering yourself back to the opposite corner of the couch, so you could face him. "T, are you sure you're okay? Did I freak you out?"

"No, no, I just can't believe you kissed me," he was in awe, eyes dazed as he ran his slim fingers through his hair, "Like, really I never saw this coming,"

"I mean, have you looked in the mirror?" You teased, knowing damn well he'd been aware of you finding him attractive, and he shook his head in dismissal of your compliment as he chuckled; it took you a whole sixty seconds to realize you were holding his hand, fingers linked, and him asking if you were nervous due to your clammy palm, though you tried to swear up and down you were not, the next round of words he said nearly brought you to tears when he finally spoke.

"You shouldn't sell yourself short," he looked you in the eyes without any faltering, although you tilted your head in mild confusion as to why he was saying this, to begin with, "I don't think you realize how much of an impact you've made on others, especially guys," ah, he was letting you down easy, and you knew it, but you're too stunned to speak as you listened, "I don't think you give yourself enough credit either. You're a great singer, you're pretty much a musician, you love animals, you have a job, you live on your own. Really, you shouldn't sell yourself short-"

"T," you breathed, pleading almost, but trying not to make it obvious, but he never broke eye contact, "We don't have to date or anything, I just- I just wanted a moment with you." You mentioned what inspired you to spend time with him- exposing how a few nights ago when he said he wanted to enjoy every moment with people- you knew you wanted to have a moment with him, too. Memories from high school were spoken momentarily, thirty minutes passing by which included a made-up handshake as well as the subtle twirl of his fingers in your hair- him complimenting how good your hair looked which made you blush even more.

Just when you thought he wasn't already smooth enough, you noticed Taehyung started teasing your dog, her pouncing at his chest before he'd lean in closer to you. Eyebrows scrunching, it took you a hot second to realize what he was doing. Each time Taehyung would scoot closer to you, he'd kiss you, sending the pair of you in boisterous laughter when your dog would try to break the kisses by jumping in between your faces. The more your lips would touch, it'd last a bit longer and longer, your hand clinging to the side of his jacket to pull him closer when things really started moving fast, eventually your dog left the room with the hint that attention was no longer available for her.

Still lip-locked, Taheyung's hands gripped your hips while you willingly moved to straddle him, arms resting on the top of the couch on either side of his head, the tip of your tongue glided along his, while he fanned his hands along your ass. You refrained from moaning into his kiss despite how bad you wanted to, yet you held yourself together, involuntarily grinding your clothed heat where his erection was felt. T smacked your ass before slithering the tips of his fingers to your shirt, slowly unbuttoning one by one.... One by one. His eyes were hazed from how much he was craving your mouth, and with a seductive nod in his direction, he continued until he made it to the final goal, your kisses never planning to stop, the sides of your shirt being brushed away for him to take in the sight of you.

"Ooh my God," his eyes darkened in evident lust when he saw the way your black bra cupped your breasts, "Oh my God," his voice deepened, him hardly knowing what to do with himself while your smirk remained subtlety on your mouth. Though you hadn't needed him to ask, he politely waited for your permission to touch your chest, a quick pang of frilly nerves ghosted your stomach.

"Yeah," you breathed seductively, gradually moving to capture his lips, trying to hold back a giggle when he gently moved his hands to your back, "You're not going to find it there," you mused, referring to the clip. He paused as if panicked, "It's in the front," you finally admitted, but failing miserably, Taehyung let you take initiative, you unclipped your bra uncovering what is now widening his brown eyes. "Oh my God!" His reaction made you want to cum right then and there, especially when his fingers made their way to squeeze your nipples when his mouth returned to yours. Taehyung worshiped your breasts, and for some odd, yet arousing reason, you lived for it.

You're uncertain of when the tv was switched off, and even now, as your hands continue to fly across the keyboard, one thing you do recall, one of the lingering memories of the evening was your shirt being off, thrown onto the floor mingled with your bra, and without any warning, Taehyung hoisted you in the air, your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso while he tightened his hold around your body. His steps were painfully careful, kissing you roughly while your arms kept their place behind his neck, and the direction was being taken to your bedroom where your heart pounded so anxiously to be. His jacket was shed before the bold act, and all that was left was his gray t-shirt and jeans. Laying you down with a bounce from your mattress, he remained above you, and your eyes refused to stray especially when he reached to remove his shirt- his smooth skin greeting yours sending waves of goosebumps spreading among your limbs.

There was no one like him in your eyes, and there never would be. Not in your heart. And with how perfect everything was going; you were not prepared for how hard it was going to be to stop before things went too far. Because what if he doesn't exactly feel the same? He was letting you down easy not even an hour ago, and here you were, hopes so high, you weren't sure how you were going to erase them back down. He kissed you until you couldn't breathe, your fingers dug into your comforter, while his palms glided all over your frame for however long you let him, but when he went to remove your leggings, you halted him.

Now, this is where your heart aches when you relive this part, because a conversation was held, one where you mentioned what if someone catches feelings if the both of you decided to solely be just friends with benefits? Taehyung said all you had to do was communicate with him because he was easy to get along with, and you've known this about him for six years. He was always someone easy to talk to, and you knew he would never treat you poorly over a situation like this. And, he hadn't. You made the executive decision to not sleep with him for you wanted him to remember you as the woman you are, and the woman, you've always been, and with the fear of going all the way being something that could change his image of you, you were satisfied to hear the loud echoes of his snoring after you changed into pajamas, gazing at his sleeping demeanor before you drifted into slumber as well.

When the morning came, you were not ready for him to leave, but he asked if you would walk him out, him throwing on his shirt and jacket while you rushed to brush your teeth. T asked if you had any other plans for the rest of the day which you proceeded to answer honestly with a no, as he mentioned that he was going to get breakfast.

"Let me know when you make it home," you said tenderly, "I want to know you're safe,"

"I will," he promised before you embraced him, turning just enough to place a peck to his cheek. It was his smile that decided to enter your recollection- the boxy smile that would plague you until the day you accept that you will never forget it.

And when you opened the door to the apartment where he gracefully waltzed through, you merely caught a glimpse of him leaving, ahead of you quietly shutting the door to whatever could have been.

Or, what could have started a beautiful story that has yet to unfold.

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[mysheithheart]

This is my first Sheith quick prompt and I didn’t beta it so sorry for any errors!

The Art student! Shiro/ Sheith fic no one asked for.

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After Shiro’s third attempt to putting together his painting still life, Shiro realized he wasn’t going to get anything done that October night. He figured with his roommate Matt visiting his sister he would have some quiet time to get some work done. But every time he tried to arrange the now chaotic still life in their dorm room common area, he ended up hating it when beginning to sketch it out. Deciding to take a mental break, Shiro took off outside to breath in the fresh air.

It was about 2 am (usually Shiro’s favorite time to work on his art portfolio) and some students were still relaxing outside at the picnic tables smoking cigarettes. Although Shiro didn’t smoke himself he always did enjoy this spot especially late at night with all the other junior collage students. Conversations would either get really deep or really funny.

Tonight it seemed that the only two other students were doing more making out than smoking, so he took up his favorite perch further away from them to sit on top of the picnic bench with his feet resting on the bench seat.

The University was in a great location on top of a very steep hill overlooking the city. Although the city looked completely different from the his hometown, it still gave him a warm feeling that he could be apart of it. He sat in the quiet for a few minutes just letting his mind go blank. This way maybe getting a small break from his final painting will give him the motivation he needed to go back up to his dorm to finish it.

The calm was broken when a group of four students came out of the dorms, clearly drunk from their loud explanations as soon as they hit the night air. Shiro got off the picnic bench and decided to take a walk around campus instead. It wasn’t that he wasn’t social, but sometimes the drunk students were pretty easily offended and were ready to fight anyone. He learned that from experience.

The pathway around campus was bumpy as the roads were still the old brick in the 1800s, but Shiro had taken this walk enough times to know where the tree roots were taking over the brick path and the deep man hole that the campus didn’t intend to fix until the next century.

What Shiro didn’t expect was to find a young man who appeared to be sleeping in said man hole. He didn’t look homeless so maybe he was a drunk college student. With jet black hair that almost looked violet in the night, the boy was pretty breath taking for a passed out drunk.

Deciding to finally do something besides standing there like an idiot, (god, Shiro what if he had a medical problem? He berated himself) he knelt down to feel for the guy’s pulse. It was pretty strong, thank goodness. He tapped the stranger on the cheek a few times to see if he would wake up. Thankfully this seemed to do the trick. Dark blue, almost violet looking eyes snapped open to stare into his own, and Shiro felt his breath catch a bit. Damn, this was definitely a sign that he needed to get laid if that’s all it took for him to go weak in the knees. Matt would be cackling if he ever found out.

“Hey, are you able to stand?” Shiro asked, backing up a little bit so the man could stretch and blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“Oh my goddd Jamie Lee Curtis is that you??” The guy slurred. Shiro couldn’t help the snort that came out of him at that and was surprised with himself that he found the comment more funny than offensive from a total stranger. Was it because of his white hair? Most likely. Matt had made a similar joke when he had first dyed it.

“Nope, just a broke college student.” Shiro chuckled as the stranger went to sit up, if not a bit shakily. “Can you stand up?”

“Are we at your house?” The guy asked instead, moving to stand but having a hard time getting his footing right. Shiro immediately went to help him to get on the vertical plane again. Now they were both just chilling in a man hole with Shiro trying to help this guy stay standing. He wondered how he was going to get them out of this one.

“This is definitely not my house. I’m not that broke.” Shiro kept his tone light. He pulled himself out of the man hole and gave the stranger a pull up. “Do you live around here?”

“Uhh.. yeah??” Shiro sighed inwardly. This guy was clearly too drunk to even remember his own name. How was he supposed to get this guy back to his house safely?

“Do you have someone you can call to pick you up?” He asked instead. The young man’s nose crinkled up in thought and Shiro couldn’t help thinking that it was the cutest shit he’d probably ever seen.

“Yeah you can call the blue chicken nugget.” The guy grumbled, literally throwing his phone at Shiro before stumbling over to a mail box to lean on it heavily. “Have we met before?” He seemed to be talking to the mailbox, so Shiro was left clueless.

“Blue... chicken nugget?” He unlocked the guys phone and decided to just look at his recent calls. Surprisingly, “the blue chicken nugget” was a contact name he had called multiple times that day including 2 hours ago.

“I’m going to give them a call then.” He said to the younger man, but he seemed to be too preoccupied trying to strattle the mailbox. He decided to just do it. The guy on the other end was thankfully not drunk and went by the name of Lance. He apologized several times before asking for their location and told Shiro he would be there in 5. Shiro ended the call and looked over to the drunk stranger, who had successfully made it on top of the mailbox but looking strikingly like Humpty Dumpty. Shiro thankfully had great reflexes so when the drunk fell off the mailbox he was quick to catch him in his arms.

“Jamie Lee how did you get so buff? What’s your secret?” The guy giggled, and he seemed to be comfortable hanging off Shiro’s arm. It didn’t look comfortable to him.

“Actually, the name’s Shiro. And Lance will be here soon, so let’s get you back on your feet.” Shiro felt like he was moving an American girl doll back to standing position, if an American girl doll was squirmy and had great abs.

“Shiro, that’s a great name. You’re a great guy. So great. So helpful.” He giggled before Shiro finally led him to a nearby bench so they could wait.

“Thanks.” Shiro chuckled. “Do you go to school around here?”

“Nah, I work. Gotta pay for the bear traps somehow.” Shiro was so surprised at the response he didn’t even get to ask what the drunk man was talking about before the guy changed the subject. “Do ever just think about the fact that we just like exist? Like bro, we’re alive.” Shiro smiled at his drunken rambling, deciding to stay relatively quiet as the guy then continued to give him facts about wolf hounds.

“Geez, man. I can’t leave you alone for two seconds!” Shiro turned to see a Cuban young man with the University jacket on and a white baseball cap that read: ‘FBI: Female Body Inspector.’

“You must be Lance?” Shiro smiled patiently. The Lance guy helped the drunk man to his feet and thanked him too many times to count before the two went stumbling in the direction of East campus.

“Thank you so much Jamie Lee! I loved you in Scream Queens!” Shiro just threw his head back and laughed as he heard Lance scolding the drunk man for insulting his savior.

After watching the two stumble off into the night, Shiro decided to head back to his dorm. He had a sudden spark of motivation after meeting the interesting stranger. He now realized that asking for the guys name would have been a good idea. Better not to mention this to Allura or Matt. The two would badger him about finally being interested in someone after his breakup with Adam and not even having the balls to get his name.

To conclude, Shiro finally found his muse for for his still life. Getting back to his dorm and grabbing a mouse trap from under the sink, he set it to the far right of the still life. It wasn’t a bear trap, but it was close enough, he thought amusingly deciding to endulge himself. It somehow pulled the whole composition together. He laughed for a good two minutes straight by himself in his dorm at 3 am at the relavation.

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The next week, Shiro’s Painting professor had given him so much praise on his still life (Matt thought the guy was just trying to sleep with him. “Not everyone is trying to sleep with me, Matt.” “You’re to close to the truth to see it!” Matt argued back.) that he suggested Shiro try broading his portfolio by step in on a few of the advanced figure drawing classes. Shiro never was a big fan of drawing the figure, but if he wanted to be a well rounded artist, he had to make the attempt. That’s how he found himself sitting in the back of a small figure drawing class that was held later at night than his normal classes. He felt nervous that he didn’t belong there, but the other students were all nice and welcoming. One girl named Nadia assured him that they all felt what he felt when it came to drawing the figure. “I screw up constantly and they still let me back in!” She smirked.

The professor walked in right on time and then class began with a quick critique of the homework. Shiro just balked as Nadia pulled out a nude figure that was depicted perfectly in his eyes to be critiqued. Several minutes later and many ideas and inputs that gave Shiro inspiration for his own work, the class began to get their supplies while they waited for the University hired nude model to arrive.

“Yes, we got Kogane!” Shiro heard Nadia almost sing quietly while he rummaged his portfolio bag for the third time looking for his tube of aquamarine blue. “The Professor doesn’t like him because he says that it’s easier to draw the figure with thicker bodies, but the guy has the same body type as my boyfriend, so it’s easier for me.” That must have been the skinny but very muscle toned man that was in her homework assignment. She was so lucky to have a boyfriend who would pose for her. Shiro finally made a small noise of triumph when he found the oil paint tube. But when he looked up he choked on his own spit. In the front of the studio arguing with the Professor was the handsome drunk he found in the man hole last week. He was going to be seeing this guy nude??

Lord, give me strength. Shiro thought when the guys eyes scanned the room and locked onto his.

#sheith #sheithfanfiction #art student au #vld #shiro #takashi shirogane #voltron #keith kogane #my fic #fic prompt #let me know if i should write more

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You’ve Saved My Life *Peter Parker x Reader*

Request: Can I request Peter Parker with a soft artsy male s/o who draws way too much Spider-man? Because there are too many angry dom males and I am a soft and passive gay guy who just likes to draw and give affection and love. Sorry if this is not something you can write and thank you for reading my request ❤️ Pairings: Peter Parker x Male! Reader Warnings: Fluff, like a lot of it  Word Count: 2372 A/N: Hope you like this Anon, and everyone else. Sorry, I’ve been slow with my writing, under a lot of pressure from work and I’ve got a lot to write. So, thank you for being so patient with me - Rosalie

You sat with your headphones in at lunch, music turned all the way up as you quietly sketched in your sketch-book. You could feel the hustle of the other students around you, even with your blaring music in your ears they managed to still be a little louder. Your hands worked furiously on your latest muse, your inspiration had come quickly and you intended on using this latest motivation on getting some art actually finished.

Despite being inspired, heavily motivated, you couldn’t get the drawing right. You had spent hours, pages after pages, sharpening pencils, even using charcoal. You just couldn’t draw him right, Spider-Man was the one person-Superhero- you couldn’t draw correctly. It angered you, in a good way. There was no reference photos, good ones, that you could look at. Iron Man, Captain America, heck even Falcon had photos all over Google Images. Spider-Man hardly ever got photographed and when he did, they were blurry and didn’t hold enough detail for you to get everything right on the costume.

You see food trays being dumped on the table opposite you, your eyes glance up to see Peter and Ned chatting away. You quickly pull off your headphones, shutting the sketchbook quickly and acting as casual as possible. If Peter knew you were drawing another guy he’d be mad, you don’t like Spider-Man like that, he’s cool and you kinda wish you did know him because then you’d get this drawing finished but Peter is your guy. Spider-Man would never compare with Peter Parker, at least to you anyway.

“Hey, Y/N, these are fantastic.” You snapped out of your Peter daze by Peter looking through your sketchbook, swiftly moving it out of your reach when you try and grab it. “You draw a lot of Spider-Man, is he your favourite?” Peter is smirking, eyeing Ned like they both know something you don’t.

You scoff loudly, rolling your eyes and glaring at Parker. “No, don’t be stupid. You know I love Thor way too much.” Peter chuckled silently, still flicking through the pages. “And they suck, okay. You have to say they're good because we’re dating, I can’t draw him right.” You finally take the book away, Peter is frowning confused at you. “There’s hardly any photos of the guy on the internet, that’s why there’s so many, I’ve been trying to get his suit right but I keep fucking it up.” You look at the latest one, “I should just give up, find a new muse for my project.”

Peter quickly shakes his head. “No way.” He rushes, you raise an eyebrow. “I’m sure you’ll get it right eventually, you always do. Art is like, your superpower.” You smiled at the brown haired boy opposite you, he always knows what to say to make you feel better. You didn’t expect Peter to be so supportive of you drawing Spider-Man, he used to get miffed at you drawing Thor, well anyone but him.

“Thanks, Pete, I gotta go. Promised MJ I’d draw her yelling at people,” you get up and collect all your things together. Peter gives you a slightly amused chuckle, “Hey, don’t laugh. Mj will kill me if I miss her in action.”

“You’re bigger and stronger than Mj.” Neds laughs, biting into his sandwich beside Peter. Ned is right, you’re, at least, a foot taller than Mj but not even you could take on Mj.

“I may be a guy, but Mj would kick my ass, yours and Peter’s, then kick our asses after eating just to get a point across.” Peter opened his mouth but closed it nodding, Ned ended up joining in as you chuckle and walk off. Only to rush back to the table, Peter frowning as you rounded the table and lean down to kiss his cheek, earning an eye-roll and disgusted face by Ned who smiles despite how fluffy you guys are. Peter blushes, you simply chuckle before running off, pulling on a hoodie over your red henley and walking out of the lunch hall.

Peter P.O.V

“You still haven’t told him?” Ned whispered to Peter, “You said you’d tell him yesterday, what happened?”

Peter sighed, watching you walk off, his grey hoodie being thrown over your red henley and shoving your sketchbook into the green messenger bag. “We got distracted,” Peter glances at Ned who cringes, knowing that’s code for ‘making out’. “If I had known he was drawing me, Spider-Man, I would’ve said last night.” He sighs gently.

“Well, now you have a great opportunity to tell him. I mean, you’d be saving his art, which is the same as saving Y/N’s life.” Ned chuckles and Peter rolls his eyes, chuckling along with his best friend.

Peter sighs, looking down at his lunch tray. He receives a slight nudge from Ned, a little push for him to say what’s on his mind. “What if he doesn’t like me anymore? What if Y/N hates that I’m Spider-Man and ends it?” He knew he sounded stupid, but that little nagging feeling kept picking at him and Ned was the only one he could confide in.

“Peter, Y/N is the nicest guy ever. If anything you keeping this from him, for as long as you have, will be the thing he’ll be mad at most. He’s hooked on you, trust me. I sit with him in Math, doesn’t shut up which is annoying cause you don’t shut up about him either.” Ned laughs; the small smile returning to Peter’s face. “Just tell him, become boyfriends and talk about each other to one another instead of to me. That’s all I ask.”

“Thanks, Ned,” Peter sighs as he finally starts to eat his lunch, he receives a slight shrug from Ned in response.

**

“Hey Y/N,” Peter called walking up to your locker at the end of the school day. You looked up, the small shy smile turning at the corner of your lips as he stood beside you. “So, wanna come round later?”

You pretended to think but nodded when Peter rolled his brown eyes at you. “Of course, I need to go home and grab some new soft pastels but sure.” You closed the locker, shoving everything into your messenger bag and nodding for Peter to walk with you. “Can we watch Empire Strikes Back?” You asked, interlacing your hand with Peter’s, the blush forming on Parker’s face going unnoticed by you- or you just failed to comment on it to him.

Peter would never admit out loud but he loved holding your hand, even before dating he liked the small touches you’d give him. May calls your hands ‘artist hands’, delicate and skilled, your touch is always extremely calculated with everything from painting, drawing and simply touching another person. It’s from all your time spent drawing, you know exactly how much pressure to use or, maybe, with Peter it’s just natural to hold his hand how you do.

Peter sighs but smiles. “We’ve watched that one dozen of times,” he whines playfully, you turn and softly chuckle at him and shrug your shoulders. “Also, thanks for stealing my hoodie, I totally didn’t need it all day.” Peter nudges you.

“Hey, what’s the point in dating someone, near enough, the same size and not stealing their clothes?” You smiled, although starting to shrug off the hoodie. “But you can have it back-”

“No, it’s fine. I still have your Indiana Jones shirt at my place,” Peter smiles as you chuckle.

“I’ve been looking for that. Oh, that reminds me, I have your Iron Man tee at mine, my mum washed it for you because I wore it to the art gallery with Mj last Saturday. I’ll swing it around tonight.” Peter just nodded, listening to you talk about the art gallery you recently saw with Mj, he was going to go with you but… Spider-Man duties came up, meaning he had to cancel last minute. “Peter? You listening?” He’s pulled from his thoughts by you, he nods once. “We’re near mine-uh- I’ll be round after five, okay?” Peter nods with a small smile, leaning down slightly to peck your lips before watching you leave to walk down your street.

Before he can even leave to go back home, a small beep comes from his backpack, sighing slightly he jogs off to the nearest alley.

Normal P.O.V

You knocked on Peter’s apartment door, clutching the strap to your bag nervously. The door opened to reveal May, who grinned and had music playing inside the apartment, she often played music when she was cooking or… dancing.

“Peter is out at the moment, Y/N.” You sighed softly, nodding slightly. “You’re welcome to come in and wait for him though, he shouldn’t be too long, sweetie.” You smiled and walked into the apartment, May grinning happily. “How’s your art coming along? Peter is always talking about your sketchbook,” she smiles knowingly.

“Peter talks about me?” You shyly ask, a blush obviously rising to your cheeks.

May just chuckles and nods. “Of course he talks about you. He’s completely smitten by you, always talking about how handsome you are; Ned and I are just waiting for him to, finally, ask you to be his boyfriend.” She giggles as you stutter, unsure of how to respond to that. “You’re welcome to wait in his room for him, his desk is tidy so you can draw whilst you wait.” She winks slightly as you embarrassedly stumble into Peter’s room.

You shut Peter’s door softly, leaning against it as you tried to calm yourself slightly. Of course, you wanted to be Peter’s boyfriend, you just didn’t know if he wanted that. He had kept cancelling dates these past couple weeks, making up excuses and just only seeing you at school; which was fine but it did raise suspicion with you. Your eyes glance up to see Spider-Man crawling through Peter’s window, well trying to crawl. His suit seemed caught on something, you, however, were stuck with utter shock at the sight in front of you.

“Uh- what the fuck?” Is all you manage to stutter out.

Causing Spider-Man to look up, the eyes of the mask widening in, what you assume is utter horror. “What are you doing here?” He gasps out, finally getting unstuck and falling to the floor in a red heap.

“Me? I’m Peter’s boy-friend, a friend… friend that is dating him. What the heck is Spider-Man doing here?” You cross your arms, trying to look stern and angry but, honestly, you doubt you looked intimidating to Spider-Man. You still had red and blue pastel stains on your hands, plus your hair was a slight disaster and you were wearing Peter’s hoodie which, still, somehow managed to be big on you. Then a dreaded thought came to mind, “Is Peter cheating on me with Spider-Man?” You muttered out loud.

“No, that’s definitely not what is happening.” He quickly jumps to his feet, shaking his head. It makes sense they, probably, met through his Internship with Stark. Peter has talked about Spider-Man a few times too, plus he seemed to not mind that you are drawing Spider-Man a lot recently. “Wait, will you listen-”

“I knew he was keeping something from me. He’s been acting so weird lately, plus always busy. Peter doesn’t have any other friends beside me, Ned and Mj.” You rush out, pacing in front of Peter’s door, “Which is another thing, Ned knows something but won’t tell me, it’s like when they both went to see the new Star Wars without me. They think I don’t know about it, that I actually believed their shocked faces at everything that happened when they, finally, took me to see it.” You looked up, kinda shocked with yourself that you had spilled all that to Spider-Man.

It’s silent for a moment. “Wait… you know that we saw it without you?”

You raised your eyebrows at that. “Peter toOK SPIDER-MAN TO THE NEW STAR WARS BEFORE ME?” You didn’t mean for your voice to raise an octave higher but the disbelief you felt, the betrayal and hurt that flashed through your heart at the thought of Peter taking another guy to the franchise you both love. You were fine with Ned, Ned probably dragged Peter to it because you hated going to see movies within their first weeks. “I’m sorry for yelling like that… but Peter is… I like him, okay? And May said he wanted to be my boyfriend and you’re here… I am so confused.”

Spider-Man sighs. “Peter isn’t- I’m not cheating on you,” you frown slightly at that. His hand reaches up and pulls the mask off his head, revealing his face… Peter’s face exactly. “Surprise!” He smiles slightly, shaking his hands in a jazz-hand sort of way.

You stare in utter shock, slight amazement at Peter Parker. He starts to shift uncomfortably from foot-to-foot, awkward from the intense stare you’re giving him. “Can you please say something?” He mutters out to you, fiddling with the mask in his hands.

“I’ve been struggling with my art project for days and you’ve been Spider-Man this whole time?” You asked with narrowed eyes at the boy in front of you, his mouth opens and closes as he tries to answer that. “To make it up to me, you’re gonna stand there as I draw that costume!” You pull out your sketchpad, plus a few pencils and move to sit on his bed.

Peter chuckles and rolls his eyes. “So, you forgive me?”

“I forgive you, Peter Parker. You’re difficult to stay mad at,” you sighed sitting down on his bed, he smiles fondly at you for a moment. “Plus, now I can nail these Spider-Man drawings, you’ve literally saved my life.”

Peter chuckles, Ned’s words from earlier ringing true. “Well, that is my job.” You snicker slightly at him, flipping to a blank page and beginning to draw, “Do I actually have to stand here as you draw me?” Peter mutters; already fidgeting. He doesn’t receive an answer but remains standing in front of you anyway, smiling whenever you glance up to look at him causing you to blush slightly and smile to yourself. “Can I, at least, have a kiss for saving your life?” 

“Do you ask every guy you save?” You smirk looking up at him, Peter just grins and shrugs. 

“Only the cute artist ones that happen to be my boyfriend.” He goes to lean down but you hold a hand up to stop, he frowns but receives you with your head down and shading a certain piece of his suit. He just sighs and smiles, watching intently as you sketch him perfectly. 

(I hope you like this, took a long time to get right and my dear friend @dashofholland helped me with the ending because I got stuck, hope the comedy route was okay. :) - Rosalie)

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x male #peter parker imagine #peter parker one shot #spider man imagine #spiderman x reader #spider man one shot

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Consulting Detective Vol. II – Between the Lions

Written by Joe Pranevich

Welcome back! I hope you got your score guesses in because it is time to dive into the first case. Just as in the previous game, we have three cases to choose from; while we can play them in any order, I’m going to take them sequentially as I expect the authors intended. While I have nothing to show for it yet, I have reached out to some of the team responsible for this game to answer some lingering questions that I have, and possibly even to get an interview. We’ll be playing for roughly seven more weeks and I’d like to try to see what we can learn before the end. We shall see!

The first case is “The Two Lions”. The original tabletop game featured this as the third case, called “The Lionized Lions”, but beyond the similar title I have not looked to see if there are any differences as I am avoiding spoilers. Unlike many of the previous cases, there is only a cursory introductory movie: just a single still image of a note on our door, telling us that something will interest us in the day’s Times. Who put the note on our door? What might we find to be of interest? How will we get paid for a case of “ding dong dash”? I guess that is what we need to discover.

Least useful introductory movie ever.

With no clue other than “look in the paper”, I’m not sure what I am supposed to be looking at. I start reading at the beginning of the paper with the death of an ambassador and a fire in New York City, before realizing that I need to pay more attention to the date. The note to Holmes was dated August 17, 1888 so I need to read the correct issue! I will get nowhere if I don’t pay attention to the details.

Scouring the Times, I find several lion-related articles may be connected:

Two lions have been shot dead at Hyde Park. The article says that a motive is as yet unknown, although the crime is still being investigated by a constable and Scotland Yard.

“Roy Slade’s Wild African Extravaganza” opens tonight. It includes hores, lions, elephants, and other animals. Shows are twice daily at Hengler’s Circus. Mr. O’Neill (no first name given) is the lion tamer.

Barry O’Neill, the lion tamer for Roy Slade’s circus, was injured on the London docks while material for the circus was being unloaded. He will not be able to perform tonight, although Mr. Slade reassures the reader that the circus will still be exciting without their top act.

Oh, crud. Will this be my third game in a row (after Ballyhoo and Batman Returns) to feature evil circus performers?

Just from these articles alone, we can sketch out a scenario: the circus has come into town. Animals were being unloaded at the docks and something happened that caused O’Neill to be injured and the lions to escape into the city. Sometime later, they were killed. Possibly self-defense? Or perhaps someone wanted to kill the lions at the docks and O’Neill got in the way? It’s strange that the Times doesn’t connect these two events, but we’re smarter than that, right?

Now comes the hard part because I need to decide where I want to invest my time. Remember that this game rewards you for solving the mystery with the fewest number of leads, so I am supposed to pick carefully. I have a few ideas to track down:

I could go to Hyde Park to see the place where the lions were shot, perhaps even see the lions if their bodies are still there.

I could investigate the docks where O’Neill was injured

I could locate O’Neill himself to get a first-hand account of his accident and how the lions are connected

I could interview Roy Slade about his lion tamer

Or, I could go to the circus itself to either see the act or interview other acts

Since there are no “docks” or “London docks” in the address book, option #2 is right out. I’ll try #3 instead to get a first-hand account from Mr. O’Neill. I visit his house, but he is not home. Is he at one of the hospitals I try Hyde Park next, but that is also a dead end since the scene of the crime has already been cleaned up. Two attempts and two failures. I guess I got a little rusty with this game!

Innocents Abroad

WIth three avenues of exploration down, I head to the circus. Roy Slade dresses and talks like a stereotypical cowboy, complete with a Stetson hat and cigar. Holmes tells him that we are investigating the death of the lions and the man professes to be shocked that something like this could happen “in the capital city of the civilized world”. He informs us that Barry owns the lions himself and that he’s currently recuperating in St. Thomas Hospital. A crate fell on him while he was unloading the circus equipment from the ship. It’s going to take him some time to heal from that. Slade also tells us that the lions themselves were far from tame. O’Neill captured them in Africa with “his own two hands” and they could kill anyone that came near. Only Barry’s wife, another circus performer, can go near the lions without becoming a snack. She’s staying in town with her in-laws.

There are some good leads here! I should probably head to O’Neill’s hospital room next, but there are some great details here about his wife and the animals’ disposition. Someone might have had to kill them in self-defense after all. Let’s head to the hospital!

It’s but a scratch!

O’Neill is laid up in his hospital bed with a cast on one foot. He speaks with a stereotypical Irish accent. He lets Watson know that the lions were named “Lenny” and “Bruce” and he seems quite attached to them. Watson chooses not to ask him about his accident at the docks, so we are no closer to understanding that incident. Are we to assume that was just an accident rather than someone pushing a crate down on the guy? I don’t buy it for a moment. Ultimately, this is a waste of time. O’Neill tells us nothing useful and we don’t have any more leads for who to talk to next.

The names of the lions might refer to “Lenny Bruce”, am influential American comedian of the mid-20th century. He was convicted of “obscenity” in 1964 which is enough of a reason for me to want to track him down. Of course, he lived nearly a hundred years after when this case supposedly happened but it’s a nice little homage.

Acting!

Figuring out where Barry’s wife is staying turns out to be a small exercise in deduction in itself. There are five O’Neills in the London directory, including Barry. With four others to choose from, I don’t want to pick the wrong one or else I will lose points. Roy Slade said that Mrs. O’Neill was staying with her husband’s “parents”, plural. There’s only one woman on the list, Carroll O’Neill, and so I pick her. Score! Except, I’m completely wrong and “Carroll” is Barry’s father’s name, not his mother. Barry’s mother is shocked that after visiting many dangerous areas abroad, Barry’s lions were killed in his hometown. Is that a coincidence? Barry’s wife seems happy to be home. They have been traveling all five years of their marriage and she wants him to settle down. His mother agrees; they should raise a family! No mention is made of Barry’s wife’s job in the circus or why she isn’t there now…

Barry’s mother also talks briefly about her other son, Barry’s brother. Thomas O’Neill was last seen in Oldenberg, Germany. Holmes remarks that the circus had recently visited Germany and asks if Barry’s wife saw her brother-in-law while there, but she says no. She says that Barry might have spoken to his brother, but they don’t talk much. Thomas had loaned Barry money years ago while he was trying to build his show and Thomas feels that Barry is “forever in his debt”.

Some good stuff here! Could Barry have visited his brother in Germany? What if Thomas asked to be repaid for a back debt, Barry refused, and now Thomas arranged a hit on his brother’s prized lions? That seems like a bit of a stretch, especially as killing the lions would make it more difficult for Barry to repay whatever debt was owed. It doesn’t seem likely that Thomas would push a crate down on his brother either. Barry’s wife has a motive since she wants to settle down; killing the lions might be the only way for him to get a real job and start bonking his wife on the regular so they can have a family.

Unfortunately, chasing down the German lead doesn’t seem promising. The Germany Embassy has nothing to say. Henry Ellis, the international news reporter, is also away. I hate to do this… but do I need to turn to Scotland Yard for help?

That is an unholy shade of blue.

I head to our frenemy, Inspector Lestrade. And… this is very weird… Watson asks him about a completely different case. Watson asks him about the “mysterious deaths in the southeast”. Lestrade says that the mystery is solved and the culprits are in Old Bailey and the victim’s body is at Barnes.

Watson changes the subject to the matter at hand and Lestrade provides new details: the two lions were shot multiple times and were found lying on top of each other. Wagon tracks led away from the bodies with two sets of boot prints in the grass, both entering and exiting from the wagons. The wagon was found abandoned in Archbishop’s Park; it is now at Central Carriage so the police could at least take care of the horses. Why would someone abandon the horses? Scotland Yard has no idea of the motives for the murder of the lions.

What can we learn from all that? If the lions were on top of each other, my guess is that they were not in an aggressive posture. This seems to rule out self-defense. Somehow, someone drove the wagon to the park, entered it with an accomplice, killed the lions, and then what? Dumped them out and drove away? Only to abandon the carriage later? Or were the lions let out first? It’s difficult to know the order from Lestrade’s details. We may have to learn more as we go.

They kept the horses attached?

I send Holmes and Watson to the Carriage House next to look more closely at the stolen wagon. This is moderately disappointing as the on-location footage couldn’t quite spring for a wagon and horses. Instead, Holmes narrates next to a sepia-toned picture. The wagon was specially designed with a cage for the lions, as expected, although the door was wide open. The padlock has been opened, not broken, suggesting that someone knew the combination or had the key, depending on what kind of lock it was. Blood was all over the floor as well as on the stairs. In the corner of the cage were two leather collars, each one containing an empty pouch.

My intuition suggests that the lions were killed in the cage; they could have been killed anywhere in the city and dragged to the park. The two collars must have contained something valuable, but we don’t know if the lions were dead or alive when they were removed. (The presence of blood on the collar would tell us, but no one has answered that question yet.) Why would someone store anything on a lion’s collar anyway? I’m not sure what to make of it. Robbery might be the motive, but we need to learn what was in the collars. I wish we could interview O’Neill on this subject! Alas, the game is not stateful enough for that.

The game is “better” lit than the previous one, but it exposes flaws in the backgrounds.

I head back to Scotland Yard for a talk with Sir Jasper Meek, the medical examiner. Maybe he looked at the lions? But… no! Watson asks him about “the dead chap they found on St. George’s Road” instead. Seriously? Have I been researching the wrong case this whole time? He believes that the man was poisoned with something that affects the respiratory system. His lips and fingers had turned blue before death, but his eyes had a distinctive yellow tint. He says that the poison must be “exotic” since he has never seen it before.

I clearly missed something big so I search the Times again. There was one more article about lions, except it is about “Steven Lions”, a dead man found in Southwark. He was a first officer in Aberdeen Shipping Company, last seen in the presence of two women and a man. The motive might be robbery since all of his jewelry, including gold earrings, had been taken. All three suspects were later identified and brought in. Other than the coincidental name, how is this related to our case? Could he have been the First Officer of the ship that transported the lions? Is this a false lead? Let’s investigate and see what we find.

It’s 19th century FedEx.

I speak first to Mr. Riesen, Lions’s boss at the shipping company. He has been the first officer on a ship for two years, there have been irregularities in his paperwork plus numerous thefts of onboard items, even ones that are securely behind locked doors. Even worse, Riesen discovered that Lions was ferrying secret cargo on his voyages and being paid for it directly: horse collars, French perfume, and even gems. He’s a smuggler! It also turns out that the most recent location for Lions’s ship was on the Rhine.

Lions wasn’t exactly a model citizen, but I fail to see how it connects to our case. He was in Germany, but Oldenberg isn’t on the Rhine and so the obvious connection to Thomas O’Neill isn’t there. He could have been smuggling animals for the circus, but we don’t have evidence of that yet. When I spoke to Lestrade earlier, he suggested that the three arrested people were in Old Bailey. Let’s head there next.

At the courthouse, I learn that the three people he was last seen with were Sylvia Carpenter, Marcy Edwards, and Collier Eddy at the Red Bull Inn. Holmes requests to interview the suspects directly and we are taken to an interrogation room and delivered the prisoners one by one:

Ms. Carpenter says that she has nothing to do with this death. She claims to not know Mr. Lions, but she was taking him back to “Marcy’s place”. En route to some sexual misadventure, he starts gasping for air. She panicked and ran and didn’t tell the police. 

The second woman is Marcy Edwards. She tells Holmes that Lions dropped over “dead as a doornail”. Holmes accuses her of collaborating on her story with Ms. Carpenter, but she says that if they say the same things it is only because they are true. She admits that she stole from him once he was dead, but she didn’t kill him.

The man says that he was just out for a good time that night, but he took the opportunity to rob Mr. Lions once he was dead. 

The interesting thing is that Carpenter and Edwards seem to have worked on their stories together, but that both Edwards and Eddy claim to have robbed the body. They couldn’t both have done it, right? That makes Marcy Edwards pretty suspicious, but there’s nothing to tie her to anything.

They neglected to hire a landlady, so Watson just relays.

We head to the late Mr. Lions’s place and talk to his landlady. He owed her for back rent, but she claims that he expected a windfall soon, so much so that he could pay his back rent and a few months more. She expected to get the money on Tuesday. It’s presently Friday in game-time, so that isn’t too long from now. Was he involved in a heist that went sideways? Was there something else going to happen this weekend? Incidentally, the game can’t seem to decide if he is Stephen Lions or Lyons. Not a huge deal, but it confused me for a moment when I couldn’t look him up in the directory.

I need to research what his big score would have been. The ladies haven’t been much help, so I head to the tavern instead. The tavern keeper says that he was a navigator on the S. S. Trueheart, which we already knew. Even better, he tells me the order of events the previous evening:

Lions came in with a red-headed person. They had one drink together and his companion left.

Lions then drank with Wally Sharp, a regular customer of the tavern. 

Once Sharp left, Lions talks with the women: Sylvia Carpenter and Mary Edwards. They were sitting with one of their “regular customers”, Collier Eddy.

Lions was unusually drunk when he approached the women, even though he did not have much to drink. This was unusual for him because he was usually able to better handle his alcoho

He and his three new companions left after a little while.

This gives me quite a lot to chew on and I think I’m going to pause this session here. My theories:

The two circus lions were shot in their cages by someone that wanted access to their little pouches. What was in them? I have no idea. It wasn’t O’Neill’s wife because the lions trusted her and they wouldn’t have needed to be shot. It may have something to do with O’Neill’s brother in Germany, but there’s no clear motive. I bet if we knew what was in the pouches, that would shed some light on the case.

Stephen Lions was poisoned by either the red-headed man or Wally Sharp. The poison caused his drunken appearance, but he was soon dead. My guess is the red-headed man, but we lack a name or a motive. Perhaps someone killed him to prevent him from cashing in on his big score?

The nature of the game suggests that these cases are related, but I struggle to see how. Lions may have been a thief and could have been involved in the murder of the animals, but there’s no link that suggests that beyond the interesting coincidence of names.

What do you think? No spoilers if you know the answer, but can you piece together these clues any better than I did? The solution will come next week!

Time Played: 1 hr 20 min

Graphics Comparison

I wasn’t expecting to have much to say about improvements since the previous game, but I have spotted a few differences. One pops up right away: the lighting is different in the sequel, although I am uncertain if it is “better”. Many of the scenes in the first game were difficult to see thanks to a layer of grease that always seemed to be on the lens. I remember having a bowl be a key clue for one of the cases, but we could barely see it! This time around, scenes are brighter but they also make the flat backdrops more obvious.

For example, here is the first game when we would talk to the medical examiner:

It’s difficult to tell where Jasper’s face ands and the stairway begins.

A similar scene in this case is much brighter. Watson and Meek are clearly visible, although now they seem to hover above the backdrop:

In Volume II, this and other scenes are much brighter.

I’m curious… did the first game use more on-location shots while the second used more painted backgrounds? The stairway changed perspective between the two games, but otherwise the location is the same. It can’t just be green screen unless they have two versions of the same location. I have no idea. If you happen to be an expert in video production, I’d be happy for an answer! I’ve also noticed what appears to be a post-production error: Lestrade’s office scene has a very bright blue background through the window. I can’t imagine that 19th century London was so bright! My guess is a composition error, but again I have no idea.

Thus far, I am having fun! Tune in next week for our shocking conclusion. I’m crossing my fingers for evil circus performers so that I can get a hattrick.

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Discourse of Saturday, 13 May 2017

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