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ghoulbread · 6 months
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TMC characters getting transported to Moominvalley would be such a breath of fresh air for them (quite literally in some cases... thatcher im staring directly at you)
i cant think of HOW they would get there, but i feel like they would sorta. stumble down a hill and realize theyre no longer in Mandela County, Wisconsin.
all the characters that have died (jonah, dave lee, mark and cesar, ruth, etcetc) would be revived, because im NOT leaving them out. thered be either a heartfelt reunion and*/or a weird, awkward "i dont really know you, do i?" reunion (* is for mark and sarah)
the revived would have scars where their fatal wounds would be. theyd wear their usual outfits, to really cement in that they are Not supposed to be here. all of them would be their current selves, so adam would be all alternate-y... (hes not the most terrifying thing in moomin valley by a long shot)
theyd all kinda. congregate around each other, figuring out what to do and where to go. mark would sort of... distance himself from cesar. its not that he doesnt like his friend, its just that his death (that hes now suddenly revived from) traumatized him. cesar understands.
snufkin, wanderer as he is, comes across the group. he's surprised by how many... mumriks? there are. (humans dont really exist in the moominvalley universe...closet is mumriks, which snufkin and joxter are)
he leads them to the moomin house, where the tmc cast get Scared cuz like. little my decides to appear out of nowhere. its a whole thing.
adam gets the Most attention cuz hes all grey and melty and WEIRD so they keep asking What he is, if hes a Mumrik hybrid, whats with the grey skin, etc (most are Little My's prodding. Snufkin drags her away to let Adam breathe)
Moominmama is out in the garden, and Moomintroll runs to greet Snufkin... and... a gaggle of mumriks? in odd clothing...
all of them are terrified of the Moomin's because uhm. big hippo-like creatures are TALKING. aninmals arent supposed to TALK.
there are... so many scnarios. @localvoidcat pspspspsps thanks for the inspo in that one reblog chain. im rotating them in my mind
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Hey it’s blucifer anon again!
I saw your newest Satan drawing and just aaaaaaa thank youuuu so much!!!!! :3 I’m so incredibly flattered and just like struck/pos /gen ( shook? The right word is escaping me at the moment lmao) that you drew that for me (side note I’m also fairly certain that you’re the first person to unironically call me cool which has me wheezing/reeling/lh/pos because that’s great, I’m like: new status unlock cool✨ BD) I also saw your other tags in some of your other recent posts wanting some angsty theories so I thought I’d come ramble some more :3 (side note 2 the only reason I actually anon these is because my om writing/fan blog is a side blog and I can’t send asks with it :c also if you do get a discord server set up I’m very excited to join it!)
Putting a break here so it’s not all lumped together and because things could get semi spoilery (aka I’m gonna talk about Michael alot and “season 2” of the games events) and I’m not sure exactly what you have and haven’t seen/know of the game. Anyways theory stuff time. My fav source of inspo for fantastic 3 angst is actually ace attorney case 1-5/the skye case I won’t go into details as I’m not sure if you’ve played it but 10/10 recommend, a lot of the themes and different character dynamics work so well for me atleast to get my idea-ing brain running, gant gives so many ideas for how intimidating Diavolo could be. Not gonna specify more than that but like I have so many thoughts on the parallels…
Next (still not an actual theory more of a headcanon) theory is that Beel and Belphie are meant to be foils/representative of how Lucifer and Michael used to be. Michael has a lot of traits in common with both of the twins: loves the stars, loves sweets/is a bit of a foodie, socially awkward and apparently a bit of a weirdo, kind of obsessive, in charge of the guard (Beel used to be Lucifer’s main bodyguard). He also apparently looks nothing like Lucifer and the twins don’t really look like twins. Honestly with how the game has so far described Lucifer and Michael’s former bond especially with it being a friendly brotherly rivalry I think it’s going to be very Deathnote Light vs L esque (Light being Lucifer and L being Michael) but more well brotherly (less spying y’know lmao) Either way am very excited for him and still have more thoughts on him in sorta my next blurb.
Story telling/foreshadowing and symbolism theory: so y’know how in like season 2 (I guess is what I’d call it of Om) there was all that foreshadowing with the play and Lucifer? I think that something like that is going to happen again but with Solomon’s background specifically. I find it very interesting that it’s in the high tension of that moment that we learn about Michael, Lucifer is acting like his more “angelic self” and has memory loss, we get the ring, we become Solomon’s apprentice, etc. basically I find it suspicious that that’s when we get more of both Solomon and Michael/they become more relevant especially the ring thing it absolutely reeks of foreshadowing/symbolism and I have a couple theories/headcanons out of this. 1-Solomon is meant to be our foil, it makes sense him being the other human exchange student that he’s our foil. Right from the beginning he’s set up to be opposite from us, he has pacts, knows demons and magic, is not trusted in the kitchen when that’s ironically enough the first thing we’re trusted with even our bedroom is by the kitchen/j on that last bit lmao. Anyways Mc originally is making pacts with all the bros to “earn Lucifer’s respect” right? Well I think that in a way that’s how Solomon started making pacts it was to earn someone’s attention/respect who? Michael’s. I think that like how Solomon is our teacher, Michael was sort of a teacher figure to Solomon. I think that’s why he wants Lucifer’s pact so much he reminds him of Michael in contrast Michael genuinely really really wants to meet Mc. Michael was involved in one way or another too with both Solomon and Mc getting their rings which were Lucifer and Michael’s ring. It’s all mirroring there’s definitely something going on with all of them it’s all being set up in a really interesting way and I’m eager to see how it plays out. Even in actions Solomon and Mc are opposites the one demon Solomon refuses to make a pact with us Mammon and he was Mc’s first pact, Solomon’s only pact so far with a brother is Asmodeus and Mc is the only person able to resist Asmodeus’s charms. My brain buzzes like so much about all of this to the point where I can barely like phrase it coherently lmao I get like this: https://i.kym-cdn.com/entries/icons/original/000/022/524/pepe_silvia_meme_banner.jpg Over it all lmao. I’m gonna send my angsty Satan theory(ies?) in another ask at some point soon I gotta eat dinner now lol but ye! (Also I’m so so sorry if I spoiled anything for u like genuinely I’m so worried about doing that it’s part of why I tried to make the spaces/disclaimer but I’m not sure how well it’ll work as mobile sucks with asks sometimes) Happy to ramble with you again! ^_^
yes!! another blucifer anon message 🙏🙏 forgot about the discord server actually but i will probably definitely post tmmrw excited to talk to u without the anon one day :b also im on season 4 i believe the newest one with all the other side chars only at the very beginning tho cause all my cards are kinda weak :( but yes! trying to get to lesson 80 as fast as i can
definitely have to play that ace attorney case cause the the fantastic 3 dynamic is SOSSOSOS INTERESTING so much stuff that can be done to them..... hopefully nightbringer can show us more crossing my fingers so hard rn
and yeah im really hoping they make a micheal sprite or like and actual appearance in game or even introduce him in nightbringer because hes actually such an important character and is mention too many times for the devs to just leave us hanging like that. also im thinking since this is usually how it goes theres gonna be some problem between micheal and sombody and itll be up to us as mc to solve it (maybe solomon and micheal conflict?! since it doesnt really make sense for him to have conflict with lucifer or any of the brothers since he basically adores them still but with solomon there is a possibilty im just not sure what could be the trigger) THE PARALLELS BETWEEN MC AND SOLOMON!!! so good i never really noticed too much since solomons actions were always kind of mysterious and sometimes just for laughs (also hes one of my faves so i let him do whatever he wants really) but the way barbatos asmo and basically anyone avoid talking abojt anything solomon related especially how they made pacts is....... also how they always talk about how he does everything for a reason and has everything planned out so the fact that he chooses us to be his apprentice is soooo suspicious to me sure we might say that he just really likes us cause hes a love interest but still hes like a million years old lol do we really think hes just going to forget all the stuff hes experienced and ultimately his goal in life ,if he has one, just because he likes us??!!! he's definitely hiding or planning something...... -_-
SATAN <3333 love him and im sure ur theories are gonna be super interesting to read!! hope u have a good meal and hope to talk some more with u ;bbb
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writerracha · 1 year
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EEK I DID NOT GET A NOTIFICATION FOR WHEN YOU ANSWERED THD FIRDT ASK SO I JUST SAW ITHSHSJSJ
help but I have a tag on my blog now for theories/essays about han's songs help 😭 they're the tags containing the longest posts I meant it when I said they were essays 😂
man it's like han writes his feelings into the sad songs and promptly forgets all the lyrics. like imagine dumping all your sad into into something you create and magically you forget about them. wouldn't that be nice. but a sadder theory is that hannie forgets those lyrics because they're painful and he'd rather not remember them/it's a protective mechanism :") nah fr he's just really bad at rmbing stuff
fr though when I'm feeling sad I really just wanna write angst. got some inspo for run today and my ass was like "brain sad time to go project sad onto han jisung and torture him"
no pressure in reading tho agshsj I might write angst but I can't read it 💀 my moots post angst and sometimes I avoid em like hell bc I know my heart's gonna hurt and I'd be upset with bittersweet endings :/ listening to angst? sure, makes my own more bearable. writing? even better you can project!! :D reading angst? brain goes hell no or ur gonna be crying for the next 2 hours
NO BUT DON'T WORRY I'M SO SLOW AT ANSWERING ASKS ABASAISFAS <3333
i need to read that cause i think you have extremely interesting input and i just love analyzing stuff fr ;_; i also think ji's memory is pretty bad and like def also sort of a coping mechanism?? but imagine the number of lyrics and songs this man writes on a daily basis it must be absolutely insane aishfaosfas.
i love angst :( not every day, cause ofc you need to be in the right sorta mood but def i like it, especially if it's balanced with other things and it's not just angst for the sake of it :( but i mean you have every right to protect yourself and not read angst when you don't feel like it/when you feel it's going to make u worse, like fics should make us feel good or be cathartic??? but yeah i definitely understand where you come from, it's funny cause for me writing angst is more difficult than reading it, perhaps bc when i write it, it gets instantly way to personal and then i'm sucked into a black hole apsifasf SO all of that to say, i really want to read ur stuff ♡♡♡
also sending you lots of love???? i love getting news from u and i'm sorry i'm so bad at answering asks :(((
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snurtsnurt · 2 years
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BTS Mafia AU Fic Recs
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So. Here’s a collection of some of my favorite mafia au fics in the BTS fandom, accompanied by some fanart for each fic. If you like mafia aus and BTS, you should definitely definitely check these out, they are A M A Z I N G.
Young Spy by @jeonstudios​ - Jungkook x reader, Jungkook is the spy and he’s been caught... barely conscious, Jungkook is saved by reader, but does he realize that he’s been saved? mmmm, this story had me mesmerized from beginning to end. Sometimes I find myself still daydreaming about it, my mind just keeps on coming back to it and boyyyy its a good fic, i love it so much, you should go give it a look and shower this author in some love!!
How to Sell Sunshine by @alpacaparkaseok​ - (to be revealed) x reader, Reader is a mafia boss building herself an empire, and to do that she gathers the forces of seven members of different skillsets and backgrounds. Will they make it, or will the pressures of this world tear them down?? eeheeheeheeeeee this series is EVERYTHING, the intrigue, the badassery, the snark, and the crime, everything you could ever want in a mafia au is in here, go read it, and then go read everything else on this author’s masterlist IMMEDIATELY. do it.
Edge of Tonight by @park-jimin-isnt-real​ - Namjoon x reader, Namjoon and reader have known each other for a long while, but then reader went missing. Namjoon built himself an empire and suddenly... his team catches a glimpse of reader, jaded, dangerous, and ready to kick ass. ASKJDGEHFJHSAGDKJA THIS SERIES. This Series, ooohhhh boyyyyy, this series is Absolutely Beautiful. Not only is the Namjoon romance sweet and heartbreaking, reader’s interactions with every other member are so meaningful too, it just. feels,,, so good. GO READ IT. SHOW THE AUTHOR SOME LOVE FOR THEIR MASTERPIECE
The Web by @btsmosphere​ - Jimin x reader, Torn away from everything she’s held dear, reader is on the run and scared for her life. And yet, still, she stands up and throws herself into a web of lies and question marks. Will she find her way back to Jimin before it’s too late? ...Does she want to? I WILL NEVER STOP SPREADING MY LOVE FOR THIS SERIES, IT IS BEAUTIFUL SHOWSTOPPINGLY GORGEOUS 10/10 GOOD FIC, The Inrigue, The Build Up, The Final Confrontation!!! This author is amazing and their writing style is so cool, definitely check out their masterlist after you read THIS WHOPPER OF A FIC IN ALL ITS BEAUTY
Cry Me A River by @minniepetals​ - OT7 x reader, As the daughter of a mob boss, reader has been destined from the beginning to be a pawn. She is married off as such to Bangtan, and there she learns what love is. She also learns just how much it hurts, how easily it can be taken advantage of. 10 years later, the soft girl has grown to become something much more..... the ANGST OOOHHHH BOYYY OHHHH BOYYY, it’s. it’s heartbreaking, but it hurts SO GOOOOD NNNGHHHH. We’ve been promised a happy ending so I’m keeping my eyes out for that but so far it is deliciously agonizing to read and yet so utterly delightful. This is another amazing author, go check out everything they have to offer!
Between the Bloodshed by @agustdakasuga​ - OT7 x reader, Reader is a private doctor, and her services have been hired by quite the rowdy group of men. What she wasn’t expecting to find was a world of pain and crime... and perhaps, love? SUCH a good fic, so many feelings, so many cute lil scenes AND it’s got SEQUEL which is just as amazing. Go forth, enjoy the scrumptious, scrumptious story.
If I can never give you peace by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids​ - hybrid!Jungkook x reader, Jungkook is the hybrid of a mob boss’s daughter. That is, until she gets tired of him, and he gets forced into an illegal fighting ring. It falls upon reader to handle his fights, keep it all organized, and it falls upon reader to “get rid of him” when the mob boss wants him gone. Only, she lets Jungkook escape instead, and it’s all good. But then he comes back, and he wants to build an empire of his own. THIS. STORY. IS. SO. GOOD. I don’t really know how to describe my love for it without getting repetitive but its suuuuch an amazing enemies to lovers, such good tension and interactions and just sagdhfjfjahf it’s great, go check it out and see for yourself what a great fic it is
Here’s each individual drawing (+my lil artsy comments) if y’all wanna see them better:
Young Spy (not taken from any specific scene, but I thought this shows the general vibe of reader (also im sorry about the shoes))
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How to Sell Sunshine (you know that scene where reader is dancing with Jimin and practically asking to be shot? yeahhhhhh..... also this is lowkey the best drawing of a lady in a dress I’ve ever made??? im real proud of this one)
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Edge of Tonight (badass reader yes pleeeaaassse!! Also I’m kinda proud of that title illustration)
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The Web (I tried making her ruffled like she’s in the middle of a fight but I don’t really know how to draw bruises so a couple cuts and ruffled hair is whatcha get, k? K.)
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Cry Me A River (okay, it doesn’t specifically say reader wears a dress in the fic, but I think this is such a reader pose after the badass upgrade, you know?)
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Between the Bloodshed (I don’t?? really know? how to draw a doctor coat??? I tried but i dunno if its the right vibe... hmmmmmm)
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if I can never give you peace (the face turned out a lil too warm and doesn’t quite give off cold vibes, but y’know what? that was a tough pose to draw, so im givin myself a pat on the back)
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kelberytwt · 3 years
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Oooo look at this I'm getting into idv again 😕 I'm only here for edluca and other cool ships as well as the lore so screw you netease!!!!! you aren't getting my money today!!!! anyways take this little oneshot I wrote :] I'm tempted to turn it into a fanfic but idk!!! maybe on AO3.
word count : 1,046
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Raining hitting the dirt covered windows, he stood sobbing over the brunette in front of him, tears falling down his face viciously as he held his lovers face in his pale and plaster cover hands. With each sob, Valden's whole body shook as Luca simply sat there on the Manor couch with a puzzled expression. 
" Luca please- Please you must remember, it's me love, it's Edgar- "
He hiccuped and tried to catch his breath but to no avail since he was more focused on the man in front of him. The Manor seemed quiet that day but maybe everyone was just trying to leave The Painter alone after the accident which happened a few hours prior to the moment they were currently in. 
The 'Prisoner' managed to get himself in a pretty serious accident while running away the hunter which wasn't uncommon of him so he was taken straight to bed by Miss Emily Dyer, The Doctor, to try and rest up but he had come stumbling to the room, which they were in now, where Edgar sat and whilst engulfing his boyfriend in an embrace, Luca stated that ' he didn't know why Edgar was so excited since he couldn't remember him '. From that moment, Edgar tried to make him remember, like every other time this happened. He tried and tried but he simply couldn't. Nothing worked. And for all he knew, the Luca Balsa he met and had fallen madly in love with was gone and he didn't know how to get him help, it wasn't like anyone else would help either. They were too focused on surviving this shithole to focus on anyone else, and it's not like anyone was buddy buddy with Luca either.
The 'Prisoner' gave an awkward chuckle, placing his hands over Edgar's as he tried to pull them away but the shorter kept his ground and kept his hands on the others tanned skin, rubbing his thumbs and feeling small scars and imperfections in his Luca's skin. It was beautiful, all of him was to Edgar. From his messed and self cut hair, which was clearly self cut because I wasn't good and you could see stray hairs poking out, all the way down to the smallest things in him, such as the way he walked and talked, the way he stood when they had to wait, his hands in his pocket and the top part of his back leaning back making his posture messes up and Edgar tried to sort it out but it was always for nothing since Luca would go back to standing in that same way but Edgar loved it, he loved him so bad, even the dumb shit he said as the two fell asleep in their arms late at night.
" Uh- Buddy-? " Balsa spoke, slowly and quietly causing Valden to snap out of his thoughts. " You alright buddy? You seem to be uh- A little out of it. " 
The Painter's eyes glossed over with tears which he tries to hold back as hard as he could to not burst into a sobbing and shaking state once more. 
" Luca- Do you really not remember? " Edgar whispered.
" I'm- I'm sorry? " Were the only words the other managed to spit out, not wanting to say something in case he hurt the stranger before him. Well 'stranger', they weren't strangers. There were lovers but that memory was wiped from his head. They were lovers for eyes, but he kept forgetting, 2 years ago now in the spring at the Manor when Luca was still working was their first meeting and Valden always reminded him of how and where they met, what his favourite things were what was going on. Everything. Because he cared even if he came off as an asshole and jerk around everyone else, Luca Balsa was his soft spot at the end of the day.
Gingerly, he opened his mouth to speak even just to whisper a word but nothing came out, he was completely silent and not even a whimper left his lips as if he was just simply frozen.
Valden stood there, hazelnut hair tied up in a ponytail behind him like always and his hat lay crooked on his head. His eyes were red from sobbing as well as his nose for the same reason. He had just lost the person he most cared for, gone, out of his reached. If he was there fast enough, if he managed to grab luca and run, if only. Even the hunter felt bad for what had happened as they walked into the Manor with a worried expression as the rest dragged Luca inside but of course they had to be separated from each other, that was simply the rules which they couldn't break.
" Your name is luca balsa, " Edgar started calmly, holding his face tighter, " You are twenty four years old and,, your favourite season is spring, and you told me that ages ago because it was spring when we first met. " 
" Buddy- " 
" I- I can take you places where we spent our time together, I can show you paintings you helped with- Anything, I promise we can get your memory back. "
Edgar had begun to sob again.
It seemed the world was really against The Painter, it felt like everything was always against him. All he wanted was to be happy, that's it, he wanted to live his life with the person he cared most for and one day get put this shithole of a Manor but now it seemed like he was alone. Again. With no one by his side. It was depressing, to fall back into the hole of feeling like nothing in your life mattered but he could work his sorrows away. I mean, he thought he could anyways because who actually knows how much free time he'll have now, maybes he'll go into more matches wishing that something would take his mind of the dreadful feeling in his chest, or maybe he could lock himself up and sob. Sob and cry and scream and yell at himself because he was so stupid to let Balsa get so badly hurt.
 Luca forget everything, every trace of Edgar and where he even was, so all hope The Painter had was gone.
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This was sorta based on
that piece of art but more Angsty so credit to the person that made that for the inspo!!! I really loved it. And I really enjoyed writing this despite not being confident in my writing and not writing too much.
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miracle-sham · 4 years
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Death is the Stage, My Art is Your Grave.
| {Maribat 2k20 – Day 4: Crime Scene(s)} |
| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] | | [Sequel Link] |
| Triggers/Warnings: Implied/referenced Character Death, Blood and Violence, Minor Violence, Minor Injuries, Implied/Referenced Needles, Implied/Referenced Injections, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use (knock out drug only), Murder, Murder Mystery, Serial Killer, Attempted Murder, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping, Explicit Language/some swearing. |
| Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a rookie police officer in the GCPD. On her first day she's assigned one hell of a case. On the bright side, by working on the case she's somehow managed to catch the attention of a couple of bats. |
| Word Count: 5215 |
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| A/N: So as I mentioned in the authors note of the previous ficlets, I got mugged in the dark dank alleyway by the Maribat2k20 MariTim prompt calendar and stabbed by the knives of inspiration. However, like VYSUYK, this too was a knife of the angst inspo, also it's sort of slow burn? In the fact that it's 5k and I kinda forgot the ship was the main point of this ficlet. The ship's still there, it's just sorta slow burn for a oneshot. |
| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics, or a specific Au, then send me a DM or an ask! |
| Also side note, Don't Like? Don't Read. Also please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |
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 Marinette stares down the Gotham Police Department building and asks herself, first day on the job, how bad can it really it be?
 She's heard rumours, of course. Of how horrible, crime-ridden, crazy infested, rotten, filthy, and decaying the city is, that is Gotham. It's a stark difference to Paris. From its reputation alone, no wonder so many tried to discourage her from doing this—moving here and taking up this job. But it's not like I had a choice, really. I mean I did but ever since I took off the Miraculous for the last time, it's been difficult to adjust to a life with no crime-fighting.
 So here she is, "bright-eyed" (Chat Noir—Adrien always did say no matter how haunted she looks, she can still pull off pretending to be naïve and innocent) and fresh from the police academy. Rookie, fresh blood, fresh meat, newbie, whatever. She's here.
 Marinette breathes in deeply and sighs. She hops up the last few steps leading up to the building and walks in. Someone grabs her by the arm before she's barely made it five steps through the door. Focussing on her breathing pattern, she violently shoves down the instinct to flip the person gripping her over her shoulder. It wouldn't look good for the small female inexperienced rookie from Paris to immediately assault someone inside the precinct. Yeah.
 The someone who has grabbed her speaks up, voice gravelly with the undertones of stressed, tired, and agitated. “Y'lost pipsqueak?”
 Slowly, she shakes her head, chanting a mantra in her head, stay calm. Not an Akuma. Don't fight. I'm not in danger. She catches sight of the person, some ragged looking old white police officer dude, charming. “'Looking for Commissioner Gordon? Is he around?”
 “Why d'you wanna know?”
 Marinette gestures with her free arm towards her clothing—her police officer uniform. “I'm new, got called in to come in now instead of earlier with the rest of the rookies.”
 The grip on her arm loosens somewhat as the person speaks again. “Huh, alright then kid. He's in 'is office.”
 “Not a kid.” She automatically responds—an old habit from her days in sparkling spotty magic Spandex—and takes a step away from him, removing her from his grip.
 The person laughs. “M'name's Harvey, kid. Harvey Bullock. Nice to meetcha.”
 Marinette raises an eyebrow. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Now if you'll excuse me…”
 The man—Harvey waves his hand, “Yeah, yeah, don't wanna keep Gordon waiting.” And walks off. Without giving her the directions to Commissioner Gordon's office. Great. Just great.
 She huffs bitterly and makes her way further in before spotting the glass-windowed room that looks like it's probably the Commissioner's office. Switching directions to head there, it feels like it takes ages but that's just because she's being hyper-aware of her surroundings, not wanting to get caught off guard again by shadow-lurking creeps—and by that she specifically means vigilantes and criminals, and by extension villains too, not that they're likely to be sneaking around a police precinct but point. Once she reaches the office, delicately, she raps her knuckles against the wood of the door.
 “Come in.” Calls the commissioner.
 Quietly, she opens the door and slips through, closing it behind herself. “You asked to see me now, instead of earlier with the other rookies.”
 Commissioner Gordon glances up at her from his mountain of paperwork, “I did,” there's a shuffle of paper before he continues, sounding bone-tired. “We're assigning you to be Detective Grayson's partner. He wasn't here this morning but he, and by extension, you now, have been assigned a difficult case and I'm sorry this is going to be your first case but I need you to head over there immediately. Grayson should be there when you arrive.”
 Marinette nods, not really having expected anything less.
 “Detective McKenna is on a case not far from yours and so will drop you off, so you don't get lost since you're new in Gotham.” He adds on. “She's waiting in the car park.”
 Marinette waits for a second in case he speaks more but all he does is return to the paperwork. She spins on her heel and exits the office.
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 When she reaches the car park she spots who she assumes is Detective McKenna, leaning against a police car. She waves at her and hurries over. “Hi, are you Detective McKenna?”
 “Yeah, now get in. You wanna get to your crime scene before the vigilantes get there, don't you?” Detective McKenna opens the car door to the driver's seat and sits down.
 Well someone doesn't like vigilantes. Marinette thinks, hesitating before going around the other side of the car and opening the door, slips into the passenger seat.
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 She's dropped off by the rest of the police cars parked near the crime scene—Aparo Park—and there's no sign of her partner anywhere. She sighs and gets work, talking over what's already been found and other case-related information to the rest of the officers on the scene. She's yet to see what the actual crime scene looks like but from what's gathered she's not sure she wants to. Apparently, the victim is a meta who could create sparks and small flames from their fingertips—minor pyrokinesis. Ironic, according to the officers and Crime Scene Investigators that have already seen of the state of the victim.
 All too soon she runs out of information to hear and walks over to the scene of the crime—and she blanches at the sight of it. Oh god, It takes her a second to process what she's seeing and compare it to what she had heard about it. It's, it's a sight and a half for sure, and not in a good way.
 In the middle of the bandstand is a twisting structure of orange and yellow glass shards stained red in places where rivulets of blood have dried. The way the shards are arranged makes it look like it's supposed to look like flames. In the centre of the glass piece, there's a corpse with the back cut open in the "blood eagle" style of execution. The way the corpse is positioned, it looks like it's rising from the fire, arms outstretched. The corpse is also wearing a crown of golden feathers.
 Marinette steps away from the bandstand and spots an easel resting unobtrusively against the outside. Oddly enough the canvas on the easel is the wrong way around, only the side with the back and frame is visible. There's scrawled writing on the back which says "Aparo Phoenix Rising". That's when she spots the flecks of red on the edges of the easels frame. She spins around and catches the attention of one of the Crime Scene Investigators, waving them over, and turning to point their attention to the easel. It could just be paint, but it won't hurt to double-check.
 The Investigator turns the canvas over with gloved hands and whistles appreciatively. “Shit, this one fucked up bastard, don'tcha think?”
 Marinette stares at the turned over canvas with wide eyes and a wave of nausea crashes over her as she realises what she's seeing. Because on the canvas is a painted rendition of the corpse sculpture in the bandstand. “Yeah…”
 She's jolted from her shock as she spots three figures a little ways behind the bandstand, lurking in the shadows. So she does the smart thing in this situation, not, and speed walks over to the trio. Once she's close enough to make out the figures a little better, she recognises two as the Gotham vigilantes Red Hood and Red Robin—and dang is the second one cute, she shakes her head, no time to be distracted; job first, hero crush later—and the third figure is wearing GCPD officer uniform.
 The figures all spot her before she can get within two metres, the two vigilantes looking awfully flighty the closer she gets. As if I'd arrest them, I'm no hypocrite. She puts on her brightest smile and stops a few places away. Keeping her main gaze purely at the officer, she offers her hand out for a handshake. “I'm assuming you're Detective Dick Grayson, correct?”
 The man gives her an odd look then a positively dazzling grin and shakes her hand. “Yeah, that's me and who are you?”
 From the corner of her eye, she can see the two vigilantes eyeing her like a threat. “Pleasure to meet you! I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I've just been assigned your partner, I'd say in crime but I feel like that'd be a poor joke to make as a new police officer!”
 Detective Grayson's smile softens around the edges, becoming something more real. He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the Red Hood striding forwards and presumably glaring her down but it's hard to tell with the whole red helmet in the way.
 “Aren't you gonna arrest me?” He pauses before tacking on, “not that I'm complaining.”
 Marinette shrugs, tilting her head to the side like a confused small baby animal but also returning the (presumed) glare, hands on her hips. “Don't the police here work with the heroes? I mean that's how Paris does things, I didn't think it would be that different here. Especially since Gotham's apparently had its heroes a lot longer than Paris did.”
 “Vigilantes.” All three correct, slightly out of sync, casting glances at each other all the same time.
 Red Robin puts his hand on Red Hood's shoulder and pulls him back, away from her by a few places. “No, the GCPD doesn't really like us for the most part. They're not exactly happy when we complete their cases and make their arrests before them.”
 “Well, you seem pretty familiar with Detective Grayson.�� Marinette retorts, raising an eyebrow.
 Detective Grayson splutters and mumbles out a bunch of excuses.
 She shakes her head. “Well as long as you don't impede the investigation and let me make the final arrest then I won't stop you vigilantes poking about.”
 Red Robin hums, head tilted to the side as if thinking the preposition over. “And why should we let you make the final arrest?”
 Marinette grins cheekily. “Think of it as a first police case present from you to me.” She snorts. “I'm kidding, now if you vigilantes are done stalking the shadows, Detective Grayson and I have a case to work on. Au Revoir!”
 Spinning on her heel, she speed walks back to the bandstand, Detective Grayson following a step behind—unbeknownst to her, she turns in time to just miss the flustered look on Red Robin but she does hear the raucous burst of laughter from Red Hood. She rolls her eyes.
==–==
 A fortnight passes and they don't manage to collect enough evidence to find a culprit before the Aparo Park killer strikes again. This time the crime scene is in Puckett Park, centring around the middle of the park's fountain.
 Marinette grimaces, crinkling her nose as she approaches, Detective Grayson isn't here yet, probably late—again. So she had to catch a lift from another officer heading to the scene; luckily it wasn't Detective McKenna again, I don't think I'd be able to keep quiet if she keeps bad-mouthing the local vigilantes.
 Tugging on her jacket in attempts to adjust it whilst keeping herself warm in the chilly Gotham night air, Marinette regards the scene, squinting and subconsciously curling her lips at the sight. Another victim, another corpse sculpture. One more like this and we'll have a serial killer on our hands.
 The main water feature in the fountain has been ripped out of the fountain and the rubble is scattered around the pool in such a way that it only adds to the sculpture.
 The corpse sculpture itself is the same modus operandi as the previous one. Stained glass in a twisted tower with a corpse half impaled on it, back cut open blood eagle style, and the victim's body posed to look as though it's rising (from the water in this case) with their arms outstretched.
 There's even another easel leaning against the stone rim of the fountain, with the canvas turned over.
 This time, the glass shards are white and blue, also with dried rivulets of blood down them. It looks like the shards are arranged to replicate waves as opposed to the previous one's flames. The legs of the victim are twisted together and wrapped in silver scale mail to mimic a fishtail.
 If it wasn't so horrific, it would make for a beautiful painting. Like something you'd find in an expensive art gallery. Marinette muses, paling the longer she stands there analysing. Actually, thinking about it, I wouldn't put it past the rich to try and buy the paintings if—once the case gets closed.
 Marinette shakes her head and steps close enough to the easel to read the scrawled writing on it, "Puckett Hippocampus Rising". As she's reading, a Crime Scene Investigator joins her—surprisingly it's the same one as before. She nods to the Investigator, “hey.”
 “Hey to you too. So the fucked up bastard struck again huh.” The Investigator responds, turning over the canvas with gloved hands to reveal a painted rendition of the corpse sculpture scene before them. “Had any luck narrowing down the perp?”
 She hums noncommittally. “Police case confidentiality, sorry.”
 The Investigator shrugs. “I expected as much. By the way, they managed to ID the vic by the way, a teen who was kicked out of their house for having hydrokinesis, another meta.”
 “Ah…”
 “Yeah.”
 Marinette pauses, narrowing her eyes at the shadows by a cluster of trees off to the side of the fountain. “I think I spot my partner, bye.”
 She jogs over to the trees and lo and behold, there stands Detective Grayson, accompanied by Red Robin and Batgirl. No Red Hood in sight so maybe hopefully she won't get glared at. “Detective Grayson!” She greets with no real bite behind her words, “nice of you to finally arrive.”
 “Ah well, you see…” Detective Grayson starts, smiling sheepishly and rubbing the nape of his neck.
 Shaking her head and waving a hand, Marinette rolls good-naturedly before pursing her lips and side-eyeing the vigilantes, cocking her head to the side. She stabilises her stance and plonks her hands on her hips in an action reminiscent of the pose she took when glaring down the Red Hood. “Look I don't know how or why you're involved with Gotham's heroes—”
 “Vigilantes.” The three corrected, in chorus this time.
 Marinette narrows her eyes at the three of them. “—Vigilantes then but I don't care, you're business is your business and they're certainly doing good for this city from what I can see.” She takes a breath and then continues lecturing. “But my point is, regardless of whatever your reason for being involved with them is, you shouldn't be acting so familiar with each other in such plain view.” She gestures back towards the crime scene, where the Crime Scene Investigator she had been talking to waves at them. “What if a villain saw you and decided to blackmail you into betraying them, kidnap, torture you for information, or kill you just to get at them? Especially if a villain assumes you know their identities. So just be more careful next time.” She finishes with a shake of her head and blows a stray hair away from her face.
 Red Robin and Batgirl valiantly try to quell their giggles and snorts but quickly become forced to lean on each other as they barrel over in laughter. Batgirl even wipes a finger just under the whiteouts of her mask, as if to wipe away a tear.
 Whereas Detective Grayson looks thoroughly chagrined. “I-uh, right…” He pauses and stares at her wide-eyed, “wait I hope you didn't just imply that you think I'm having a secret affair with one of the vigilantes.”
 His response seems to only fuel Red Robin and Batgirl's amusement.
 Marinette shoots him a look of disbelief. “I am well aware that not every relationship a civilian and hero can have is purely romantic thank you very much.”
 It takes a solid minute before the vigilantes are able to breathe without devolving into more giggles. Although their attempts certainly aren't helped by the looks of concern and betrayal Detective Grayson keeps sending them.
 She turns to Red Robin and Batgirl. “Right well if you're both finished—”
 Batgirl raises her hands in defence. “Oh no! We know all about how to properly interact with civilians when in the mask, we don't need a lecture too!”
 Raising an eyebrow at them, Marinette rolls her eyes and deadpans. “—I was going to ask if either of you has had a chance to investigate the crime scene yet?”
 Batgirl glances always and mumbles something under her breath that Marinette can't quite catch but it causes Red Robin to snort.
 He takes half a step forward and shrugs. “No, we haven't yet. We were going to until you and Detective Grayson showed up.”
 Marinette flashes him a humorous smirk. “Well I need to report the updates on the case to Detective Grayson anyway, so you and Batgirl might as well stick around to pay attention.”
 Red Robin smirks back at her, “That would be easier.”
 And Marinette has to stop her heart from fluttering at the sight of his smirk and—is he blushing? Oh no—by mentally reminding herself to not get attached—Stop getting distracted by how cute and pretty Red Robin is! Job first, hero crush later. It does not stop her from blushing as well.
 Beside them, both Detective Grayson and Batgirl facepalm.
 Clearing her throat, Marinette shakes her head and proceeds to rattle off all relevant information to the case and crime scene.
 “Thanks, Officer Dupain-Cheng.” Red Robin says, winking at her.
 Batgirl makes a noise of distress and irritation. “Yeah, thanks…”
 “No problem!” Marinette grins, trying to keep her blush from getting any redder.
 Detective Grayson takes her by the shoulder and starts leading her away from the vigilantes. “Okay, I think that's enough fraternising with the dubious vigilantes.”
 Red Robin and Batgirl make similar noises of offence. “Hey! We're not that dubious!”
 As they arrive at the centre of crime scene again, she catches sight of Batgirl elbowing Red Robin in the side, his face bright red and he's staring after her.
==–==
 Another fortnight passes and no there's been no more progress on their mysterious art park killer. Marinette's on her way back from the fashion district, having gone for a quick shop to grab some more supplies, coffee in hand. She's passing through Grant Park when a familiar structure meets her eyes. She blanches and her shopping bag slips from her grip but thankfully she doesn't drop her coffee. “Shit.”
 She steps closer to double-check it is what she thinks it is. Inside one of the fenced-off flower beds, is another corpse sculpture, same as the previous two. Green and brown stained glass arranged to look like vines and roots in a twisted tower with a corpse half impaled on it, back cut open blood eagle style, and the victim's body posed to look as though it's rising from the flower bed with their arms outstretched. And surprise, surprise. An easel with a turned over canvas is set up on the other side of the sculpture.
 Marinette fumbles for her phone and swipes down to call Detective Grayson, and then Commissioner Gordon, to inform them that she's found another crime scene with the same modus operandi to their park killer case. Elevating their crim from a themed killer to a serial killer.
 She sets going about the protocol for taping off and preserving a crime scene for when the investigation team arrives.
 Ten minutes later, the crime scene investigation team and police squad arrive and Marinette picks up her supplies then sits down on a bench out of sight from the rest of the force but with a view of the scene. She takes slow sips of her coffee. For once Detective Grayson is on time but she still managed to beat him here.
 Marinette watches as he scans the crime scene and bustling team of investigators. She hides a smile behind her coffee as he perks up like a puppy and bounds over to her.
 “Hey, you okay?” He asks, a look of concern furrowing his brow, eyeing her like he's almost expecting her to be hurt.
 If this was an Akuma related situation, she could understand that sentiment but accidentally coming across a crime scene didn't warrant that sort of concern. Marinette shakes her head. “Would you believe if I said I've had a long night?”
 Detective Grayson glances down at his wristwatch and then back to her, looking even more concerned. “It's only just gone eight o'clock.”
 “A very long early night then.” She takes another slow sip of her coffee. It's practically luke-warm at this point but the familiar taste is a small bit of comfort.
 He hmphs and there's a lull of relative silence.
 The Crime Scene Investigator, who she chatted with at the previous two crime scenes, walks over to them. “Killer's M.O.'s the same.”
 “Painted rendition on the turned over canvas?” Marinette checks reluctantly.
 Staring at her, the Investigator adds, “yeah, this one was titled Grant Owlman Rising this time instead though. Also, we've managed to ID the vic.”
 “Already, that's quick?” Marinette frowns, getting a niggling suspicious feeling, not noticing Detective Grayson paling at the title.
 “Uh-huh, they're another meta, got minor geokinesis. I need to return to work now, but I thought you'd appreciate the heads up.” The Investigator waves and walks away.
 “Mhmm, thanks,” Marinette responds on autopilot, mind whirling with thoughts and theories. She chews on her lip and squints at the crime scene. She turns to Detective Grayson.  “I'm starting to think our killer's an AtLA fan?”
 Detective Grayson twists his mouth and cocks his head to the side. “AtLA?”
 Marinette turns her squint onto him. “Avatar the Last Airbender! Have you seriously never heard of it before?”
 Shrugging, he rubs the nape of his neck. “I think I've heard it in passing but being a police detective hasn't exactly left me time to check out new shows...”
 Marinette mock gasps. “Inconceivable!”
 Detective Grayson snorts. “I don't think any of my siblings have seen it either.”
 “Oh, the horror! As soon as this case is over we'll have to remedy that! What better excuse than this for Family plus one co-worker movie night!” She jokes, grinning stupidly.
 Detective Grayson opens his mouth to answer but another Investigator calls him over to the crime scene.
 Barely a second after Detective Grayson's departure, a familiar red and black-clad vigilante hops down from a tree.
 Marinette gives him a deadpan stare. “If you wanted info on the case, you didn't need to stalk us or eavesdrop. Asking politely is an option.”
 Red Robin flushes bright red, looking positively scandalised. “I wasn't stalking!”
  She raises an eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”
 “You just happen to be sitting at the most strategic place to survey the crime scene without getting caught by the GCPD.” He explains flimsily.
 “Then what is Detective Grayson and I? Chopped liver?” Marinette challenges.
 “I'm not going to answer that.” Red Robin responds with a half-smile.
 “Good idea.” Marinette teases, grinning widely. Then she hesitates, grin faltering.
 He notices this, going straight into concerned™ mode. “Is something?”
 She tilts her head to the side. “There's a pattern with the victims. The first had a fire-themed sculpture and had pyrokinesis, the second had a water-themed sculpture and had hydrokinesis, and the third has a plant-themed sculpture and geokinesis. Meaning there's one more element left, air. So you wouldn't happen to have a way to somehow find a list of all the metas with aerokinesis, would you?”
 Red Robin hums. “I might.”
 Marinette pulls out a notebook and a pen and quickly scribbles down her phone number. “Here,” she says, ripping the note from the book and passing it over to him. “Text me a list if you're able to?”
 He nods. “I'll try.”
 She grins, suppressing the urge to give him a hug in thanks. “Thank you!”
 Saluting, Red Robin disappears into the shadows.
==–==
 Thirteen days later, Marinette finishes up the last of her paperwork. She fires off a quick text tell Detective Grayson that she's going to check on the other half of the people on the list Red Robin provided her.
 Five hours pass, and she's checked through eight names on the list. The next potential target is a young nurse.
 Marinette walks towards the hospital the nurse is working out and spots the nurse leaving. She's about to jog to the nurse instead but a familiar person steps out from the shadows in front of her, the Crime Scene Investigator.
 “Hey. You shouldn't be walking 'round Gotham alone this late.”
 With a tight-lipped smile, Marinette responds, “That's nice of you to worry but I'll be fine. Now if you don't mind, I have to talk to someone and I'm in a rush.”
 The Investigator grabs her by the wrist and it takes all her willpower to not throw him into the nearest wall. He gives her a slow uncurling smirk. “Mhmm, you're looking into people you think might be the next vics, ain'tcha?”
 Several alarm bells are ringing in her head at this point and she carefully sends an SOS message with her location attached to Detective Grayson, without the investigator noticing. “I might be, I might not be.”
 The Investigator chuckles. “You're a bright one. Unfortunately, I can't have you interfering with my plans yet.”
 It takes a second for her to process what the Investi—serial killer just admitted. She sends a message over text to Detective Grayson informing him that she's found the serial killer. Luckily for her, the Investigator seems to enjoy monologuing in her ear about the murders he has committed and lamenting how none of the police force appreciates his genius. In one move she pulls her phone out, snaps a photo of his face, and sends it to Detective Grayson.
 The Investigator snarls. “You bitch!”
 She tries to flip him over her shoulder but he pulls her into a chokehold, sapping away her strength, and then there's a pinprick of pain from the side of her neck.
 Marinette tries to scream and break out of the hold but with her strength gone and whatever she was injected with working too quickly, the chokehold is impossible for her to escape. Her phone falls from her hands and clatters to the pavement, screen shattering while darkness pulls her under and she goes limp.
==–==
 When Marinette comes to, she's blindfolded and gagged, with her wrists and ankles chained together. Everything's numb and fuzzy. She can hear shouting, clanging, and gunfire in the distance but her head and ears feel like someone stuffed cotton wool inside.
 Marinette's not sure if she's drifting in and out of consciousness or not but the sounds seem to be steadily coming closer. The closer the sounds get, the more an achy pain forms.
Then she hears a vaguely familiar voice very close by, “shit, no-no-no! Dick, I've found Marinette.”
 There's a rustle and then a faint pressure against her ribs followed by a flare of red hot pain. Instinctively, Marinette tries to curl up and protect herself.
 The gag and blindfold are removed and Marinette's greeted with the sight of a very worried (and very blurry) Red Robin. She's also in a warehouse—typical villain lair.
 Her vision swims as she tries to speak but her words slurring slightly, not completely convinced what she's seeing is real—why would a hero save me? After all, no one tried to save me when I was hurt as Ladybug so why would anyone care to rescue me as my civilian self? “Red Robin? What're—what are you doing here?”
 “Definitely has bruised ribs, and has been drugged, there's some needle marks on the back of her neck.” He reports, ignoring her.
 Marinette furrows her brow and squints at Red Robin. “'M fine?”
 He turns to her and gives her a wry look. “You're phrasing that like a question. So clearly you're not.”
 She watches as Red Robin fishes a lockpicking set from his utility belt and gets to work unlocking the chains around her wrists and ankles. As the drug wears off, a wave of pain hits her. Marinette yelps and tears spring to get eyes.
 “You're gonna be fine. Not much longer and we can get you to safety.” Red Robin assures.
 “I know,” She mumbles, “you're here after all.”
 Red Robin blushes bright red. “Oh.”
 She goes to say something else but the click of the locks falling off distract her. Stiffly she stands up, partially—mostly leaning on Red Robin for support and rubs at her wrists. “Ow.”
 Gently, he took her by the shoulders and guided her towards the exit of the warehouse. “Come on, you need to be checked by the parameds.”
 Marinette stumbles and stops, refusing to move any further. “Wait!”
 Red Robin freezes. “What's wrong?”
 “Kiss me like a damsel in distress,” Marinette mutters in demand, only half aware of what she's saying—still convinced her rescue is actually just a really vivid dream.
 “What? No, you're drugged!” He responds in horror, stepping away from her then realises his mistake as she sways and grabs her by the shoulders once again before she can fall over.
 Marinette huffs, mildly irritated but finally sounding far more lucid than when Red Robin found her. “It's just ketamines, that's why I'm hallucinating getting rescued. So hallucination Red Robin, gimme a kiss before the hallucination ends because you're cute and I'm a damsel in distress and everyone knows the hero kisses the damsel in distress after rescuing her.” 
 “Oh, Marinette…” Red Robin stares at her, conflicted but will quickly dissolving. “Fine.”
 He takes her breath away with a kiss. Her eyes widen in surprise, not having expected him to comply.
 “Oh.” She says when he takes a half step back, heart fluttering and mind spinning, only just realising that she's fallen head over heels for him, and more importantly realising that this wasn't a hallucination but the actual Red Robin. “Oh.”
 She chews her lip anxiously. “Wow. Okay. Uhh, so you're not a hallucination?”
  “Er, no… sorry for taking advantage of you.” Red Robin responds, looking equally anxious.
 “No, no, I did ask you to kiss me and everything.” She pauses to say something else but a flash of shadows behind them catches both their attention.
 “Dick?” Red Robin stills and asks slowly—tone dangerous. “Did you just take blackmail photos of me kissing Marinette?”
 Detective Grayson steps out of the shadows looking very sheepish. “You forgot to mute your comms. What else was I supposed to do? Interrupt you two? that would be cruel!”
 “Oh my god.” Marinette slaps her hands over her face.
Red Robin wraps a protective arm over her shoulders and pulls her against his armoured chest. “Dick, you should be so glad that you're on duty right now and that I abide by the no-killing rule. Because you're so dead. Delete. The. Photos. Now.”
 Detective Grayson smirks and sprints away. “No can do! Gotta go arrest our killer!”
==–==
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Wanted - Shawn Mendes One-Shot (Gov/Spy AU)
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synopsis:  You're a spy for your country, a tiny island in the middle of nowhere. After stealing back a necklace that was rightfully your nation's, the entire Toronto Task Force is after you, including one of their top officials, Shawn Mendes.
a/n:  Hi guys! First off, I want to say that I'm not Canadian, so please excuse if I totally misnamed the group that handles these sorta situations in this one-shot (I looked up the Canadian equivalent to the US' Swat Team, and the ETF is what I found). So yes, if I'm being completely stupid, ignore that. Anyway, I took some inspo from the literal goddess herself, Natasha Romanoff, for these fight scenes/takedowns/chases. I really wanted them to be action packed. I hope you enjoy! Comments and likes are always appreciated <3
warnings: none
*if you prefer, you can read this on my ao3 instead of here
The wind whistled past your ears, hair whipping behind you as the motor of your bike revved and whipped past the black SUVs chasing you. Your mission: collect something that had been wrongfully taken and return it to your country, its home. Your country was a small one, but powerful, and you had to invade the expanses of Canada to get this item: a necklace that belonged to your royal family. Skirting into an alleyway, you managed to avoid the cars but a single person on a motorcycle followed yours, so you had to make a risky move. Turn right onto a street in oncoming traffic. Looking back into your mirror, you saw the figure. In big white letters on the breast of his bullet proof vest said Emergency Task Force.  His hair, curly and brown flew back in the wind, but because of the darkness, you couldn’t see much else.
Making your sudden turn, you decided to swerve between lanes, hoping to make the cyclist stop in his tracks, but he followed you, putting himself in danger, too. At this point, you had to think quick, and the sound of incoming helicopters didn’t help. You’d meet your partner in another alleyway about a kilometer away, so you just had to hold out until then. “Move off the street, and you will not be shot down!” screamed the voice from behind you.  
Conveniently, you swerved into the alleyway, and seeing your partner, a woman in all black, a slicked-back blonde ponytail, you said in your mother tongue, “Get out, take it before he sees you!”She understood, holding her hand out as you slammed the box into her grasp. Pulling herself up onto a railing above, she nodded behind you. The man saw you, not her, and you floored it, running further down the alleyway.
You knew you couldn’t escape as you entered a street with the black vehicles in a U-shape, closed in by your pursuer. Getting off your bike and taking off your glasses, you raised your arms above your head, slowly. At least twenty guns were pointed at you. You inhaled, closed your eyes. Now. You stamped your foot on the ground, and from your ankle shot tear gas. You slammed yourself into the closest adversary, sweeping him to the ground as another came behind you. Grabbing their gun, you smacked his head into it, and he fell to your feet. Taking two down in one go, you kicked one into the other and soon enough you had a pile at your feet of task force officials.
The last standing, and deliberately ten feet from you, stepped into the streetlights, a dark sky above. It was the guy on the motorcycle. “Who are you?” He asked. You could see his features now; tall, prominent cheekbones, dark eyes and baby-like pink lips. You ran towards him, and jumped onto his shoulder, swinging yourself around him until you pushed him to the ground, sitting on his back. Moving your face towards his ear, you placed a kiss on his cheek, seeing a satisfying red print left behind. 
Your accent was nonexistent, “You’ll have to find out.” While you said this though, you lightened up on the pressure put on his back. This was your great mistake, as he bucked you off him and landed onto the hard asphalt. Not shielding your head, it slammed onto the ground, your vision fuzzy. He leaned himself over you, and placed a tablet in your mouth that dissolved. All you could catch of him were his eyes, pupils blown up, and the kiss mark on his cheek. 
He said one thing; “I think I will.” Everything faded to black.  
*
You woke up with your head throbbing and legs aching on a metal chair. A bright light was just turned on as you batted your eyes one, two, three times. Looking down at your scratched hands, your right was cuffed to the table. In the corner of the room stood your pursuer closing the door, and as he moved towards you you could see the scrape on his chin from being pushed down by you. “Alright, I’ll just start off easy. I’m Shawn, and I work for the ETF. You are someone, a spy possibly, and you stole one of our most precious artifacts that’s worth millions of dollars.”
You wanted to say it’s not your artifact, but you knew better than to speak. Keeping your mouth shut, you narrowed your eyes as he sat in front of you, across the table. “We’ve tried to run our databases for you, but you’re clearly using a fake identity. We know you’re not Lillian Davis. It’s got depth, but not enough. So why don’t you tell us where the artifact is?” He leaned forward on the table, holding his hands together. They were calloused and scarred. You’d guessed Shawn was in the field for a while, but he seemed young. No older than twenty-five. 
“Okay, I guess you’re not gonna talk.”
You smirked, “You’re very pretty. Is there anything in that head of yours?” 
Shawn’s face went pink at this remark, and he responded, “Look, no one’s watching you. There’s no cameras. I’m the only one here. Just tell me why you stole the artifact and we’ll let you go.”  He walked to your side, uncuffing the cuff on the table leg, putting it on your left wrist. You took your chance, knocking his forehead and sending him sprawled onto the floor. He got up fast, pushing you against the wall. You could feel his pulse pounding. With a quiet laugh, you slammed your knee up in his crotch. Not a technical move, but one that worked.
Your anger got the best of you as you opened the door, telling him, “It was never yours to keep.” Running down the empty hall, you bolted for the first door you saw, which thankfully led outside. You didn't realize you were still in the clothes you wore before you got knocked out, but you didn’t know the day, either. Last time you were awake, it was August 24th. The door creaked behind you, and you made a quick scan of your surroundings. There was a garbage container on the side of the building, so you ran, hiding behind it. 
From the cover of the container, Shawn walked out into the cold morning air, the sun rising from behind the skyline. From his belt, he pulled out a walkie-talkie. “The female suspect is missing. Repeat, the female suspect is missing. Anyone in the station’s nearby area, please search now.” Miscellaneous voices responded to him. As you thought of what to do next, he ran in the other direction, down the street to the city. Looking at what was behind you, you saw that there was a bus stop behind the government building. Pulling up your hood and searching for a few dollar bills in your sock, you walked over to the bench. It was a minute or so before the bus arrived, and thankfully none of the ETF personelle were there to find you.
You had just enough money to make it to where your partner would be: a private airfield with your country’s jet. Hopefully they hadn’t taken off yet, as they’d leave at eight in the morning. From the bus stop, you saw the heavy metal gates that bordered the airfield. Walking up to the booth near the passcode entryway, you glanced at a man asleep inside. As quietly as you could, you put in the passcode to the gates. You slipped through them soundlessly and ran to meet your partner boarding the small jet. “About time,” She spoke from the door at the top of the steps. 
“I got held up. Law enforcement.” She nodded and turned, walking inside. Taking the steps into the luxurious jet, you closed the door behind you.
*
It had been a month or so since you’d disappeared, and it wasn’t hard, as you lived in the condensed capital of your country. The tiny island brought the shining sun into your villa, which kept you from getting cabin fever. One afternoon, as you were in the kitchen when you heard the door creak shut. Your blood went cold and you reached for the cleaver that lay on your cutting board. Being on the most wanted list in Canada didn’t help your paranoia, either. Your feet padded on the brown tiles, and you turned into the living room, holding your breath. The figure was dressed in all black except for a faded green cap that they wore. 
You groped for their arm, pinning it against their back as you held the knife to their throat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” said a familiar voice, scratchy under the metal, “I didn’t want anyone seeing me.” That’s when you realized, as you saw the brown hair curled at the nape of his neck, back pressed against your front, who it was. You set the cleaver down on the table by the entryway, still holding his wrist. Turning him around to see his face, you took of the green cap, a head of curls flattening out onto his forehead. 
Pressing your lips to his, he reached for your waist, fitting it into his hands. He tasted like mangos, and you breathed in his recognizable scent. “You acted pretty amazing last month. Even when I told you there were no cameras.” His hands smoothed out onto your back and you grinned, looking into his eyes. He looked so right in this setting. The browns and oranges and tropical vibe of your home compliment the warmness of his hair and his eyes, a sort of honey-ish brown. “Though you didn’t need to knee me.”
“It was all part of the act, love,” smirking slightly, your hands reached his hair, massaging his scalp, “I’m sorry we had to act like that. I didn’t know they’d send me on a mission to Canada, and of all places, Toronto. But if I didn’t follow through, they’d exile me.”
“Hey, I knew this would happen someday. It’s just how it is, you being their spy. And that necklace was yours, anyway.” He cleared his throat, and took your hands instead, “I would fake what happened a hundred times if it was what I had to do to see you again.”
Pushing a piece of hair behind your ear, you grinned, “Let’s run away. Once I get everything settled, we’ll make a life for ourselves. I know the royal family would grant it. Without me, so many plans would’ve gone down the drain.”
“Done. I don’t want to keep meeting like this. I’ll wait for you. As long as it takes.” You felt a sort of peace within yourself, and you actually preferred this to the adrenaline spike you’d get in fights. Ever since Shawn, you realized that your past opinions about conflict being better than love changed. He’d loved you in a way you’d never have thought of.
Placing a kiss on his cheek, the exact place you did the month before, you took his hands and pulled him into the kitchen. “Come help me with dinner.” 
After getting into the hang of chopping and placing food in pots or pans, Shawn asked, “You think you could show me that flip you did when you nailed me to the ground?”
Laughing, you replied, “Maybe. Kiss included?”
“The kiss is always included.”
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Axel/lea meeting the reader for the first time?? Maybe some inspo from the son "love at first sight" by the brobecks 👀👀
At First Sight
Finding love one day was the last thing that was ever on Axel’s mind. Being sucked into the Organization at such a young age, he had little time to even think about love. With missions day after day, eventually the years just became one big blur; before he knew it, ten years had flown by in a blink of an eye. He grew so accustomed with not having a heart or any feelings to dwell on that he never expected any of that to change in a single moment.
And he certainly never expected to hear music, either. 
Ten years of walls built up around him came crashing down in an instant the moment he saw you. It was as if the perpetual dark cloud that followed over his head had suddenly vanished into thin air. Sure it may have been from a distance, but he knew right then and there your destinies would become intertwined. Years later when re-telling your shared story, he’d call it a ‘gut feeling’. 
You were spending an evening out with two of your closest friends, sitting in front of a small cafe in the middle of Market Street. The three of you were laughing away while drinking coffees; your laugh rang the loudest, and to Axel it was the most beautiful sound he heard in a long time. It was almost…euphoric. Your eyes met his, curiously looking at the man who was dressed in all black standing dead center of the street staring at you. A blush crept up on your face as you bowed your head down bashfully. 
Axel blinked out of his trance and realized just how long he was staring at you. How embarrassing. 
“Go talk to him,” your friend whispered to you. 
“Huh? Why me??”
“It’s obvious he’s interested in you, silly!”
“I don’t know…”
“Could you please for once take a chance? He’s really cute!”
Biting your lip nervously, you stumbled out of your seat and walked your way to the lone man. The whole walk over your heart was leaping inside your chest. You’ve never seen him before, which was weird considering the town was so small; everyone knew everyone around here. The mysteriousness behind this man only piqued your interest in finding out who he was. 
Axel’s eyes grew larger as you walked closer, his hands clammy with cold sweat as he tried to form some sort of greeting. 
Could this be love at first sight, or should I walk by again?You're photogenically dressedThe conversation begins.Oh God, now what did I say?Let me start over again.
“Hello,” you smiled. 
“Er—hi.”
“Are you new around here? I’ve never seen you before.”
“Uhm…sorta. I came here to meet some friends of mine. We usually hang out at the clock tower after work.” Axel’s tongue felt swollen in his mouth as he fumbled over his words. 
“Oh, then I won’t bother you! Sorry,” you said quickly as you started retreating back to your friends. 
“Wait! I—I didn’t catch your name?” Axel blurted. 
“It’s [Y/N].”
“[Y/N].” The way your name sounded coming out of his mouth made your knees weak. “I’m Axel, got it memorized?”
“Very memorized,” you giggled. 
“Listen, I can meet my friends tomorrow. They’re probably running late anyways. Do you… wanna get some ice cream together?” 
You turned back to look at your friends over-enthusiastically ushering you to run off with the handsome man you had only met a few moments ago. “I would love that.” 
The two of you spent the next few hours getting to know each other over sea-salt ice creams. The conversation was going so well, you both actually went back for seconds. Eventually you made your way to the top of the clock tower to watch the sunset together, enjoying the best view in town. There was never a person before in your life that you felt such instant connection with than Axel. All the butterflies from your stomach seemed to dissipate as the evening went on. Honestly, you didn’t want this night to ever end. 
Neither did Axel. In the back of his mind, he was dreading returning to the castle more than ever tonight. He didn’t want to run into anyone from the Organization who would ruin his joyous mood, especially Saix’s sourpuss face. But he knew he had to return, or face the consequences from his Superior. 
“I have to get going,” Axel whispered. 
You didn’t even try to hide the pout that formed on your face. “So soon?”
He laughed as your lower lip stuck out and brushed it with his thumb. “Gonna miss me?”
“Maybe…” You rested your head on his shoulder, hoping it would prolong his departure at least by another moment. 
Wouldn't you like to, wouldn't you like to kiss her?Wouldn't you like to, wouldn't you like to dance with her?
“I’ll come see you tomorrow. Same time?”
“Deal. And I’ll have ice cream waiting.”
For a few moments more, the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes. You both longed to kiss the other, but unsure who should make the first move. Axel was too afraid to ruin a good thing too soon; he didn’t want to rush everything all at once. Not on the first day he’s felt any sort of emotion in the last decade. Instead, he opted to kissing the top of your hand. It was a cliche gesture and he knew it, but when his lips met the warm, soft skin of your hand he felt his heart melt all over again. For now, that was enough. 
You smiled as he got up and left the clock tower, giving him one last wave before he disappeared out of view. Staring back at the sunset, you closed your eyes and felt the wind calmly blow through your hair. Even if it was spontaneous, tonight was the best first date you’ve ever had in your life. 
Axel disappeared into a dark corridor and instantly reappeared in his bedroom. He stood still for a moment before stripping off his leather jacket and crawling into bed. In the darkness, he recollected his thoughts and memories from the evening and tried to sort them out. Everything happened so fast, he didn’t know where to begin. But all he knew was that for the first time in ages, he felt alive. 
Turning onto his side, he stared out at the large heart-shaped moon that glowed before him, longing to be re-completed. Longing to have a heart once again. 
Turn the lights off, I'm falling in love with you.Wouldn't you like to, wouldn't you like to kiss her?Wouldn't you like to, wouldn't you like to dance with her?Dark, dark nights and violent thingsVaudevillian girls and violin stringsAll of the these are the prettiest things when I'm in love.
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shadowhelmed-a · 4 years
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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.
fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.
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tagged by:   @foxcharmed​ ty love <3 tagging:    @regalentempire​ @twstfate​ or anyone who sees this & wants to do it ! ( i never know who likes these things ssfhhg )
MY MUSE IS:   canon / oc / au / slightly canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated.
IS YOUR CHARACTER POPULAR IN THE FANDOM?   YES / NO. I think that he is ?? he’s pretty meta in the game rn, and we all know that people like his big titty energy ( also his demon idiot energy )
IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED HOT™ IN THE FANDOM?   YES / NO / IDK. ^^ yeah idk he’s shirtless all the time and is conventionally attractive so yes. everyone kinda wants to bone him sehrhj
IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED STRONG IN THE FANDOM?   YES / NO / IDK. i mean ,,, i dunno if people consider him one of the strongest champions but at the same time... if he has the potential to defeat a darkin ( some of the most powerful entities ) then he must be.
ARE THEY UNDERRATED?   YES / NO / IDK. I like to think yes, i dunno. I think people don’t pay attention to them as much as they should, and he has a lot of pieces that aren’t readily explored in canon but that are really interesting. i love talkin about him to people because usually people aren’t very well educated about kayn & his stupid darkin !
WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN STORY?   YES / NO, not really. he kind of has his own lone arc going on. relevant in the zed comics a bit but again, only for a few specific instances.
WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER?   YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. lmfao lol doesn’t have a main protagonist and if there was one kayn would probably be their enemy
ARE THEY WIDELY KNOWN IN THEIR WORLD?   YES / NO. I would hope that tales of Kayn have spread across runeterra because ... he is certainly well known in Ionia & Noxus, & he should be well known everywhere else considering he is one of the only currently living hosts to a Darkin. Who is still relatively in control.
HOW’S THEIR REPUTATION?   GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. Honestly I think he is feared but also respected, considering what he has accomplished. In Ionia he does try his best to defend the people that live there because he feels a close connection to them, so they for example might see him in a positive light. Others, for example Shurimans (because of Rhaast) & Noxians (they might consider his allegiances as a betrayal) might see him otherwise.
HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?   —   I do follow canon, but I also enjoy making a lot of aus to sate my need for divergence, so that’s mostly how I do that. I don’t divert a ton from the source material, but I do add a lot of details that Riot hasn’t touched on, & some of those might not be exactly what they had in mind for his character lol.
SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.   —   Kayn is a very complex character, because he is intensely powerful but very young. He was forced to mature too early, & as a result is very focused on protecting others from the same fate, even if he would never admit it. He is very loyal to the Yanlei, very against Noxus, & fixated on achieving his own goals no matter what the hardship is. Also he has nice boobs.
Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).   —  Kayn is really self - serving & egotistical. While everyone thinks he’s hot & seems to want to ship with him, the actual probability of a successful relationship with Kayn is really low. He is self - destructive & fickle, more sexual than romantic, & overall doesn’t maintain much loyalty other than his devotion to Zed. The fandom likes to make him soft but truthfully he is far from it. He is very violent & has a lot of bloodlust. He may be charming at times, but overall is difficult to get along with because he’s really self - centered and doesn’t care much for anyone who isn’t Ionian or of the Yanlei ( even then, he doesn’t go out of his way to protect them ). Honestly he’s kind of a slut and a huge bitch, that’s all I’ve got. Fandom also likes to dumb him down to being edgy hot man, which I hate, because he has a lot to offer. But he is kind of a Gary Stu. I try to work that out of him in my portrayal.
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?   —   I dunno ... i was getting tired of my old fandom and was thinking of where to go next. I used to write in League fandom & so I thought maybe I’d return here, & since I was learning Kayn at the time I thought I’d go with edgy boy!
WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?   —   I dunno, I just think about him a lot lol. If I’m running low on inspo I’ll play him on League, listen to his voice lines, or work on his pinterest board ( hmu if you wanna see btw ! ). I also have a small playlist of songs that remind me of him. Tbh tho I honestly just have inspo for him a lot of the time because I adore him. I’m lucky.
Some more personal questions for the mun.
Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.
DO YOU THINK YOU GIVE YOUR CHARACTER JUSTICE?   YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? i do what i want and if you don’t like my kayn i apologize but them’s the breaks LOL
DO YOU FREQUENTLY WRITE HEADCANONS?   YES / NO / SORT OF? i think about headcanons a lot but don’t actually post them so frequently. I rather include them into my threads while describing things, or I talk about them with my friends.
DO YOU SOMETIMES WRITE DRABBLES?   YES / NO sometimes. i want to write them more but I don’t always have a good idea for one. A lot of my threads turn out similar to drabbles because I do a lot of scene setting etc lol.
DO YOU THINK A LOT ABOUT YOUR MUSE DURING THE DAY?   YES / NO
ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR PORTRAYAL?   YES / NO / SORT OF? i’m confident in the direction i’m taking kayn, & i like a lot of the stuff i’ve done for him, but i’m still insecure when it comes to duplicates etc. i dunno tho, i think that’s more the nature of tumblr than it is my actual portrayal.
ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR WRITING?   YES / NO / A LITTLE BIT. ofc i know i can still improve, but for now i really like the style i’ve adopted & how i’ve been writing !
ARE YOU A SENSITIVE PERSON?   YES / NO. / SORTA.
DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?   —   yes, ofc, but it has to be constructive & relatively positive. if something actively offends you, tell me, but if you just don’t like something about my kayn, don’t bother. i’m not going to change how i write him for you. if however you have something you think would be cool for me to touch on, or something you want to see more on my blog ( aus, interactions, hcs, etc ), i would love to know what they are !! sometimes other people have really good ideas that i would never have thought of.
DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU TO EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?   — I love it sm... ic or ooc. again, sometimes other people think of stuff that i never would’ve considered so it’s helpful !
IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  —  Sure, but again I probably won’t change it so I guess it won’t make a difference askhrgk
IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?   —  I’d be kinda sad because I love writing Kayn a lot & i’m really happy with the direction I’ve taken him? but also I know that we’re all different & consume media differently, so I’ll get over it lol
IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?  —  I dunno I haven’t seen many people that really hate Kayn. He can be annoying sometimes tho lol which I can understand. He’s a bit Gary Stu so, I get it, but in my portrayal I do try to fix this
ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?   —   Sure! If it’s on a hc post or something it helps. Idm. If it’s on a thread, u can always just fix it for me if you want ! But tbh i usually don’t edit when I write because this is like my vent platform, so lol
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?  —  i’m pretty easy - going. i get easily offended and annoyed over stupid things sometimes, but i’m good at keeping it to myself & moving past it. i’m working on that. but tbh i consider myself very approachable & relaxed so if we’re mutuals just shoot me a message whenever!
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ranjxtul · 5 years
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Migraines || Catherine of Aragon
mkay this is totally a prompt from @freetotakeourcrowningglory (the “i think aragon’s not okay” one) because i was in the mood to write more aragon but had no inspo and then i saw the list of their prompts and got this idea. so, enjoy this sorta short fic written by a sleep deprived me lmao
Catherine of Aragon would never admit it aloud, but her sleep schedule was a mess. She spent hours unable to sleep for various reasons, some of which she could identify others she couldn’t. It wasn’t that she got night terrors like Katherine or Anne did, she just couldn’t sleep for some reason more often than not. Regardless of the reasoning, her sleeping was disastrous. While it wasn’t quite on the level of Parr and her frequent all nighters and consequential caffeine addiction, it wasn’t uncommon to see Aragon sipping on a Red Bull before a two show day, drinking more than a couple cups of coffee in the morning or sneaking in a nap on a busy day.
Another nasty effect of having such a tumultuous sleep schedule was waking up after very few hours of sleep, was the dizzying migraines that caused her to mumble curses in Spanish. She’d shuffle out of bed on those mornings and down a few ibuprofen tablets before heading down for some food. Most days she could take enough ibuprofen that the pounding headache dulled into a sluggish throbbing that she could manage.
She proceeded as normally as she could on those days, and she’d crash the minute she got the chance to sleep it off. Sleeping off her headaches were some of the nights she got the best rest she’d gotten since she’d first been brought back to life. She tended to look at those nights as a small silver lining to massive headaches.
However, as the queens’ lives got busier, and Aragon was physically more exhausted and still getting too little sleep, these migraines got more frequent. Much to her distaste, all too often she’d wake up with a sharp pain shooting through her head. It was one morning that all of this came to a simmer.
The minute the dark headed queen opened her eyes, her world spun and a sharp pain made itself known right behind her eyes. Instead of fighting to get up and get medicine or morning coffee like she normally would’ve, she just wanted to roll back over and go back to sleep. By far, this had been the worst headache she’d had. Normally, she was one of the first up (aside from Jane and occasionally Anna) to drink her coffee, have a few moments of peace, and read whatever daily scripture her bible app recommended. She could begrudgingly thank Boleyn for the idea of downloading that app.
Lying there though, head spinning at a nauseating rate, Catherine couldn’t imagine leaving her bed and being productive. Then again, if this was to be like any other day, she wouldn’t get another chance for peace. If she didn’t get up then, she’d most likely be thrust straight into the chaos of the day later on when she did decide to get up. Still, against her better judgement, that’s exactly what she did.
As the other queens started to wake up and conduct their morning routines, they noticed the Spanish queen’s absence.
“Is Aragon not up yet?” Anne asked walking out of the bathroom with a robe on and towel around her hair. “Normally she would have told me I was taking too long in the shower by now.”
Cleves, who’d been waiting to shower next huffed, “No, she’s still asleep I think, but you didn't need her to tell you that. I’ll do it. Katherine’s using the other shower and you took twenty bloody minutes. I probably won’t have any hot water left.”
Anne shrugged, an impish grin on her face, “Sorry. I had to relish not being told to hurry up.” Anna only rolled her eyes in response before entering the bathroom to take her own (lukewarm) shower.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen Parr had finally dragged herself down the stairs for a cup of coffee. “Morning, love,” Jane smiled from her place at the kitchen island.
“Mornin,” a still bleary eyed, bedheaded Parr replied. When she glanced at the coffee pot, she furrowed her brow, “Did Catherine Anna not make coffee this morning?” she asked noting how clean and unused it was.
“Anna drank tea this morning, and as for Catherine she hasn’t been downstairs,” Jane explained with a shrug.
Catherine tilted her head, looking a bit more alert, “Catherine hasn’t been downstairs? Normally she’s the first awake,” Parr asserted wondering if her godmother had forgotten to set an alarm.
“Afraid not, but if she’s still sleeping we ought to let her. She’s been looking tired, and we don’t have a matinee today-” Jane said shaking her head, but she was cut off by Katherine hurrying into the kitchen.
“I think Aragon’s not okay,” she announced, anxiety written all over her face.
Jane’s brows shot up at this proclamation, “What makes you say that?”
“Well Anna got in a fix because she’d run out of her conditioner, so she went to ask Aragon if she could borrow hers and she was still asleep, like deep asleep.”
“I’m sure there’s no reason to worry about that Kat,” Parr chimed in before Jane, “sometimes people just need to sleep late sometimes,” she continued.
The brunette crossed her arms, “But Aragon never sleeps late, ever. I know I could be overreacting, but it’s such an abnormal thing for her. What if she’s sick?”
Jane frowned, “If she is then we’ll worry about it then, and I’ll check on her soon so we have some answers. I’m sure she’s fine.” It hadn’t occurred to Jane that Catherine could be sick. After all, the queens were incredibly busy and that could run somebody down quite a bit if they weren’t careful.
Katherine nodded with uncertainty, “Okay, mum.” Arguing the subject wouldn’t be conducive to progress. Until one of them actually spoke to Aragon nobody knew if she was sick or just sleeping in. “Want to watch TV with me or something?” Katherine asked after a moment of silence.
Jane nodded, “Sure, why don’t we watch some more of Killing Eve?” She knew that Katherine would still worry about Aragon if she didn’t occupy herself. The girl nodded with a small smile before she headed toward the living room, Jane not far behind her.
Parr sat in the now empty kitchen with her cup of coffee, orange and cereal. For once she’d gotten a decent amount of sleep, crashing after pulling a few all nighters in a row. At least she had most of the day off and could work until they left for the theatre. The seldom quiet in the kitchen in that moment was welcome, but soon broken by Anne making her way downstairs. “Morning, Cathy,” she greeted as she began rummaging around in the pantry before emerging with a protein bar.
“Morning, and you realize we aren’t in a hurry? You could eat actual breakfast,” Parr teased nodding toward the protein bar Anne was now unwrapping.
The wild brunette shrugged, taking a seat across from Catherine at the table, “Meh. It’s just easier to eat one of these sometimes.”
Parr shrugged in return, “Suit yourself.” The pair fell into a comfortable rhythm of Parr finishing her breakfast while Anne munched on hers and scrolled through social media, occasionally leaning over to show Parr a meme or some sort of tweet or picture about the show.
Once the curly headed queen had finished her breakfast she stood up, “I’m going to check on Aragon,” she announced. Catherine put her empty bowl in the sink and her orange peel in the trash, hearing Anne mumble some sort of affirmation, her eyes glued to some video.
On the way up, Catherine passed Cleves heading down. The German gave her a friendly nod and a customary good morning which she happily returned. Upon reaching the eldest queen’s room, she knocked first. Receiving no response after several minutes, Parr pushed the door open to find that Aragon was still indeed asleep.
She should have just let the woman be and slipped back out quietly, but a certain sense of curiosity got the better of her. Katherine had been right in saying it was odd for Aragon to sleep in, especially until nearly eleven in the morning, she noted glancing at the digital clock on the bedside table.
Parr gently shook Aragon and soon enough, a disgruntled pair of brown eyes stared up at her. “Hm?” Aragon asked squinting. It was safe to say, more sleep hadn’t helped her fend off the headache.
“We were all just wondering if you were okay since you’ve slept in so late,” Parr informed taking in the sight before her. Katherine could have been right, Aragon didn’t look well. She looked like she just wanted to lay in bed and sleep.
“M’ good,” Catherine mumbled halfway sitting up, only to stop moving when the room started to spin. Once everything was steady again, she pushed herself all the way up quickly so her body wouldn’t have time to protest. Bad idea. The dizziness seemed to increase tenfold. “Mierda,” she hissed squeezing her eyes shut until the room stopped spinning.
A very concerned Parr became more concerned when she heard Catherine curse in Spanish. She also didn’t not notice how Aragon had flinched at sitting up. “I don’t think you’re okay,” Parr insisted quietly. “What’s up? And please don’t lie before you say nothing,” she added covering all of her bases. She knew the stubborn queen wouldn’t want to admit feeling down unless she was really ill.
Catherine shot her a look that in any other state would have been one of exasperation, but in her muddled, migraine-y state only looked like a visage of her normal expression. Parr held the gaze for a moment before the Spanish queen let out an imperceptible sigh, “I have a headache,” she downplayed the severity of it.
Parr tilted her head appraisingly, “Are you dizzy?” Aragon didn’t answer and Parr took that as a yes. “You get these sometimes don’t you? You don’t think we notice you taking extra Advil or bracing yourself on something, but we do.”
“Yeah,” Aragon finally verbally admitting, accepting defeat. She was feeling too bad to fight it.
“You know these are more than just headaches? They’re migraines,” Catherine continued.
“Yeah,” Aragon answered again with a sigh.
“You really should rest today. We can call Grace and let her cover your part, especially if you’re feeling like this. You need to take care of yourself.”
Feeling unable to argue, Aragon just lay back down, “If you’re going to make me rest, can you at least grab me some medicine from over there?” She glanced toward the bottle of ibuprofen on her dresser.
“Yeah of course,” the curly headed queen nodded, She moved to get two of the tablets from the bottle. Next she scanned Aragon’s room to see if she had any bottles of water laying around. Thankfully, a half empty one sat on the edge of the bedside table. She really must have been feeling bad if Parr had won this battle with little objection.
She handed both the water and the pills to Catherine who’d propped herself up on elbow to down the medicine. “I’m staying,” Parr declared moving to sit on the other side of the bed.
“Why?” Aragon mumbled already having closed her eyes again.
“Because you feel this bad, and if I felt this bad I’m not sure I’d want to be alone,” Parr shrugged deciding to make herself comfortable upon not receiving any objection from Catherine.
Aragon felt a rush of affection for her goddaughter as she lay there, already beginning to slip into unconsciousness once more. “Thank you,” she mumbled out blindly reaching a hand over to search for Parr’s knee or arm to give a quick squeeze to. She finally found Parr’s wrist and gave it a short squeeze before she returned it to its previous position.
“No problem,” sounded Parr’s voice in a soft tone, “but all things considered, you really should see a doctor if this doesn’t get better. We need you at your best,” she continued.
“Now you sound like Jane,” Aragon grumbled as she drifted off to sleep once more.
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ellylon · 2 years
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I posted 2,419 times in 2021
29 posts created (1%)
2390 posts reblogged (99%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 82.4 posts.
I added 1,420 tags in 2021
#not my art - 557 posts
#fashion inspo~ - 277 posts
#lol - 142 posts
#pass it on - 87 posts
#food for thought - 85 posts
#positivity - 72 posts
#fairy kei - 68 posts
#ooak - 50 posts
#pastel girl - 41 posts
#body positivity - 41 posts
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#i have my dolls from when i was younger but dolls nowadays are actually articulated and i get so excited just looking at them
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
I never put much stock into oldest/middle/youngest child syndrome (since there's a lot of other things that can affect one's development) but since becoming an online tutor, 5 out of my 9 kids are middle children 😶 The other 4; 2 are an only child and 2 are the youngest child.
It's interesting 🤔 I wonder if there's correlation between birth order and education...
5 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 08:47:37 GMT
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Totally forgot about faebruary 😖 (Well, at least there's still faepril 😋) So, on the last day of February, I designed a Dark Fae character like from Maleficent 2 ✨
This lass is based off the painted bunting 🐦 and I gave her clothes based off those worn during Fiesta time 💃
5 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 02:55:39 GMT
#3
Knowing I'm autistic, I kinda wanna get myself some stim toys 😗 I mean, I've wanted to for a while but I worried about others judging me 😖
Maybe I'll get a chewing necklace 😸
10 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 18:03:14 GMT
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Three days ago, I got my diagnosis and learned that I'm autistic. I drew my faesona with my favorite autistic-coded character, Prilla ✨ I'm still sorta processing the information 😖 On the one hand, it's nice to finally have an answer as to why I am the way I am 😄 On the other hand, I'm furious when I think of all the heartache that could have been avoided if I knew sooner 😤 I felt broken for YEARS 😭 On the OTHER other hand, I'm thankful that there are resources out there to help me, now that I finally understand why my social skills are sub-par 😅
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I was watching "Love on the Spectrum," on Netflix last night. It talks about how navigating romance is for autistic folk. They have all sorts of autistic folk on the show too, like one woman who hates noisy places and another woman who went to a costume party, yelled out: "Conga line! 😆" and just started a conga line in the middle of the party. There's a guy who is very monotone and formal, and there's a guy who smiles a lot and will info-dump about dinosaurs.
My mom was with me, and she was pointing out the little things in the interactions.
"You can tell they're running a mental checklist of things to say. You can tell he reminded himself to smile. You can tell they're uncomfortable with the silence."
I almost broke down crying 😭 I told my mom: "Yeah, that's exactly what it's like! I script and I practice what I say before I say it. I run a mental checklist."
My mom, of course, understood, and chimed in the fact that my go-to conversation starter, ever since I was a child, was: "Oh, I love your {clothing/jewelry/physical trait} 😄"
I haven't felt this seen since I was 6 years old, watching "Lilo and Stitch," for the first time in theaters. The way Lilo was just doing what she loved, and the other girls thought she was weird, and when Lilo tries to connect with them over the topic of dolls, the girls just run away. Reminded me of the time I tried to make friends in preschool and the classmates tried to hit me with brooms 😅 so I played with blocks by myself. Kindergarten, I moved to a new school and when I tried to make friends, I got tied to a pole at recess because I was playing "the captured princess." After that, I would usually swing or play in the sand. First grade, I was the asshole who ruined a classroom game because I didn't understand the rules and got confused.
So yes, I'm loving this show so far 💕
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sally-shears · 6 years
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where do you get a lot of your fashion inspo from?
Ok, this will be a bit long and ramble-y so sorry in advance.
I guess I sort of go through phases. For a while I genuinely did spend a lot of time looking at fashion-y stuff on Tumblr and Instagram and that definitely influenced me. Lately, I spend less time actively seeking out fashion type stuff but I do get about a billion promo emails from all the vaguely affordable stores and places like R29 so I’ll browse through those fairly regularly (even tho in the last few years I have been way too broke to do any regular shopping). I shop almost exclusively on sale (I’ll make an exception for shoes) and I typically won’t buy something if I don’t already have an idea of how I’ll wear it. Honestly, often I just sort of pick out the plainest, simplest version of whatever is currently trendy and then get it in black once there is a deal of some sort.
As far as particular influences I guess there are three, maybe four, I can think of. I had a brief lolita phase (brand and rules and all) in college which was unexpectedly useful when it comes to how to coordinate colors/patterns/shapes. Some of my more ‘girly’ looks stem from that. I’ve been obsessed with the sort of 80s heavy metal aesthetic (I’m pretty big on metal in general) basically since always so a lot of my outfits are a toned down version of that, especially my I’m-running-on-five-hours-of-sleep-and-can’t-deal-with-dressing-up everyday outfits. And I have a sweet spot for the 50s style retro stuff which is more cutesy and feminine than I think I can pull off but it’s definitely been an influence. Hence the occasional bodycon skirt and the red bandana that’s really ubiquitous to me. I guess there is some minimal cyberpunk mixed in there too, sort of a subtle Molly Millions/razor-girl type of thing. 
The other part of how I settle on wearing one thing or another is really that I have a few sort of go-to categories of outfits, fill-in-the-blank models really. On really lazy/busy days I do high waisted pants (preferably skinny) + simple top + neck bandana. When I want to be more feminine I do sleeveless dress + button down + over the knee socks (if you creep deep enough in my posts for a while I wore a ton of those outfits). I keep to one or two colors (mostly black really) and color-block a little. I pretty heavily skew towards high waisted everything (better hips-to-waist ratio and just sorta works with my shape) with tops tucked in. When I am deviating from a type outfit I wear a lot and trying something new I’ll rely heavily on all black. Having a couple rough guidelines like that takes out some of the guesswork and it also helps that my make-up and shoes are basically always the same (I have maybe three pairs of shoes that I cycle through largely depending on the weather and I’ve worn some variations of the winged eye more or less since high school). 
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☝ - How tall are you? 
5′5″ rip ;w;  
🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs? 
GOD idk... i listen to the same ones on cycle and my top five most played apparently are (bc there’s no way i’d be able to pick)... ok i have two playlists and one’s kryp’s inspo playlist bc a bunch of those are actually my faves, and my vixx one so that explains this:
- if u seek amy (britney)- spider (vixx)- damnra (ravi)- maneater (nelly furtado)- MAZE (vixx)  
tho i rly like secret night (vixx again) and memory (hyuk/ravi) they’re good
contrary to popular belief i don’t rly listen to vixx songs unless i’m like... in the carit’s my travel music, esp good for long trips bc the playlist is a solid 2 hours long
📝 - Story from your childhood
i remember fuck all from my childhood and idk if i can put together a story that wasn’t just mismatched bits and pieces :c
tho i (for some reason) remember my third birthday in strangely vivid detail
like i woke up and my floor and ceiling was just... balloons, balloons everywhereand i kept playing with the big orange wiggly one that was as big as my bedi think that was the most presents i ever got in one year, and i refused to open them where they were just sitting (scattered all over the floor or under balloons like some sort of treasure hunt) and i’d pick them up and carry them back to this little spot on my floor i’d cleared beside my bed lmao, even the heavier ones
i got a lot of those little books with cassette tapes (that had like... a narrator read them to u, even tho at the age of three i could already sorta read on my own) and i remember the hi-5 one (i loved hi-5) had some plot about being stuck on an island w/ only bananas and how that was ok bc bananas were good for u? idk
ALSO, i went to a home-daycare style thing (like u go to someone’s house w/ a bunch of other kids and they look after u, so like a small daycare but... at someone’s house) and i remember a lot of little things from that! i guess i rly enjoyed it :D
i mean the bits where i wasn’t being bitter (like how since i was the slowest, the older girls would always pick the coloured frames for our art that we made that i wanted (bc we had to run to get them, like a mini-competition) and i always got stuck w/ yellow >:c even now, when i see the art i made in those frames that my dad kept, i get grumpy lmao, like fuck u hannah and ur sister u get the yellow frames for once)i also remember little things like having to stay late and have dinner there bc my parents would be working, or watching boo-bah on the tv and wanting to play it and getting pissy bc i wanted to be the pink boo-bah but so did everyone else, playing my hi-5 movie in the vcr and having it permanently fuck up somehow after that, wearing little ladybug finger lights and running around in the dark hallways pretending they were fireflies
anyway, i have a lot of memories i guess but it’s all just bits and pieces :0
🌎 - A country you would visit?
since i’m trying to learn korean (not bc of vixx, bc of ocs) i might as well visit south korea sometime ??? ? i mean, i plan on studying it properly eventually once i’m more confident in it and a student exchange or w/e they’re called is pretty good for ur studies :0i also wanna go to japan for the sole purpose of visiting the tokyo pokemon center... just imagining how much money i’m gonna blow there if i do go makes me wanna die but it’d be worth it i supposei know enough japanese from five-ish years of learning it in school but i’ve also forgotten a lot so i’d like to pick that back up sometime tooidk i just believe u should learn at least conversational level of a language before visiting a country u know?
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