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An indie roleplay blog for one Doctor Isaac Doyle, a fandomless crime-based OC. Isaac is a (mostly) reformed master thief, now working as an investigative consultant. He’s the smartest man on Earth, but with the impulse control and emotional regulation of an ill-behaved chihuahua.

Written by Jo. He/Him. 28. 10+ years of experience.

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Isaac dances like that one gif of Gir.

This one.

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"Ordinarily, I'm not even there. I'm not the person who actually catches the bad guys, you see. I provide the evidence, and then some dickhead with a badge does the rest."

Superficially, the case had been a rather simple one. It involved a jilted lover, a broken heart, and a balcony three stories high. As far as murders went, it was fairly routine. The only peculiarities had been how quickly the young man had confessed, and how tragically it all had ended.

"He said it was an accident, that he'd only meant to shove her away. I would've called 'bullshit', but..."

The man's voice still echoes in Isaac's head. He can still hear the trembling, the congested gasping as the man tried to speak with a heart consumed by guilt and fear in equal measure.

"He said they were meant to be together forever. Church goers. 'Til death' didn't mean a thing to them. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say a thing. But the fucking guy, he just wouldn't shut up."

Isaac draws in a shaky breath.

"He looked at my partner, and then he'd asked- He'd begged," "CAN I STILL GET INTO HEAVEN IF I KILL MYSELF? CAN I STILL GET INTO HEAVEN IF I KILL MYSELF?"

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"Ordinarily, I'm not even there. I'm not the person who actually catches the bad guys, you see. I provide the evidence, and then some dickhead with a badge does the rest."

Superficially, the case had been a rather simple one. It involved a jilted lover, a broken heart, and a balcony three stories high. As far as murders went, it was fairly routine. The only peculiarities had been how quickly the young man had confessed, and how tragically it all had ended.

"He said it was an accident, that he'd only meant to shove her away. I would've called 'bullshit', but..."

The man's voice still echoes in Isaac's head. He can still hear the trembling, the congested gasping as the man tried to speak with a heart consumed by guilt and fear in equal measure.

"He said they were meant to be together forever. Church goers. 'Til death' didn't mean a thing to them. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say a thing. But the fucking guy, he just wouldn't shut up."

Isaac draws in a shaky breath.

"He looked at my partner, and then he'd asked- He'd begged," "CAN I STILL GET INTO HEAVEN IF I KILL MYSELF? CAN I STILL GET INTO HEAVEN IF I KILL MYSELF?"

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Isaac's narrow shoulders raise and fall in a noncommittal shrug. When presented before a jury, the concept of a meek, maltreated teenager taking a Louisville Slugger to his abusive father could be seen as righteous retribution. Phobos and Thanatos had taken hold of him, and only brutality returned in kind could quell their possession.

"Maybe." The doctor responds after a moment, exhaling a tired sigh. "I believe nobody's perfect, but he'd have it coming, wouldn't he? You can only put your hands, your belt, on someone so many times before, well...You heard what I said." With his wringing hands and uncomfortable posture, Isaac carries the weight of someone plagued by years of domestic hardship and misery.

Only, Isaac Doyle has never known his father. He's never met the man, never even seen his face outside of stolen records.

"that's how it goes, isn't it? in the end, it's your hand on the handle, the gun. the bat."

the spirit leaned her head on her hand, watching with those odd green eyes of hers.

"i mean, legally, self defense is self defense. you're scared for your life. anyone would take that. the difference with that rests more in your hands than anything else. dream logic wise, of course."

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"I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat, and he is screaming and crying for help. And maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him than it ever did protecting myself."

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Questioning Starters // I'll reblog that meme again lol @d1nker said: "Aren't you supposed to be talking to me about the virtues of mercy?"

"Have you met me?" The high pitched squeal that Isaac Doyle calls a voice precedes a burst of laughter, the sound erupting from him in a manner that's so forceful it's obnoxious. The idea that he of all people should be some bastion of forgiveness, some paragon of mercy is so ludicrous that anything else would be entirely inadequate. Once his little tittering is finished, the diminutive detective shakes his head.

"Mister Dinker, I am an investigator, not a saint. My only concern is solving the mystery of a crime, the ethic and moral implications do not concern me. To be blunt, I don't really give a fuck about that sort of thing and I, personally, wouldn't let the bastard get away with it. I think you should kick his ass. Beat the fuck out of him. Break his goddamn leg or something."

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Happy Father’s Day, this is your yearly reminder that Isaac never knew his father and was a turkey baster baby.

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Good afternoon.

Please imagine Isaac wearing shoes with lifts in them so he’ll be tall enough to ride the rides at an amusement park.

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"Come on now, this doesn't seem like bullshit to you?"

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5 AM and all I can think about is someone calling Isaac “little mouse” affectionately and it making his cheeks burn every single time.

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"I'm having lunch, what do you want?"

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Questioning Sentences, Vol. 39

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How long have you been here?"

"Which side of the bed would you prefer?"

"Can I ask you a personal question? How can you afford to shop here?"

"Do you ever think about your legacy?"

"You ever feel the prickly things on the back of your neck?"

"This is weird, even for you. What are you doing?"

"Are we safe here?"

"What am I to you?"

"Do you think I don't understand what it is to be different?"

"You know, it is a little bit strange that we hardly know each other, right?"

"Who hit you?"

"You know, you should really work on your party face."

"I need to borrow a car tonight. Can I take yours?"

"Are you telling me you don't love me anymore?"

"Perhaps you'd like to know my name?"

"How can you help me if you don't believe me?"

"Do you ever think what it would be like to be like other people? Normal people?"

"Is this your way of apologising?"

"Speaking plainly, what's in it for me?"

"You have an interesting accent. Where are you from exactly?"

"Have you been told anything I haven't?"

"Do your ambitions not exceed this?"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm thinking of getting a gun for protection. Is there one you would recommend?"

"Do you like birds?"

"Do you reckon I'll get one of those medals for bravery?"

"You can't stay away from me, can you?"

"Do you have to enjoy this quite so much?"

"How can I help you if you won't let me?"

"Am I having some kind of psychotic breakdown?"

"You've been hiding from me, haven't you?"

"Why is it that I surround myself with a bunch of incompetent fools?"

"Has my utility not been amply demonstrated?"

"Were you just flirting with that woman?"

"Is this it? Is this therapy?"

"Do you really believe you see demons and devils?"

"You didn't really think you were never going to see me again, did you?"

"Do you think what happened to you is a miracle?"

"When did you get so bitter?"

"Why are you talking in the past tense?"

"Aren't you supposed to be talking to me about the virtues of mercy?"

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Hiiiiii, so…

My life has been kind of flipped on its head lately. My sister and I caught our mother having an affair (she went to Vegas with a guy who’s not my dad) and now we’re dealing with the fallout of that whole situation. It’s been very upsetting and difficult, and I appreciate your patience with me.

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"This is fucking stupid, I'm done listening."

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Questioning Sentences, Vol. 39

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How long have you been here?"

"Which side of the bed would you prefer?"

"Can I ask you a personal question? How can you afford to shop here?"

"Do you ever think about your legacy?"

"You ever feel the prickly things on the back of your neck?"

"This is weird, even for you. What are you doing?"

"Are we safe here?"

"What am I to you?"

"Do you think I don't understand what it is to be different?"

"You know, it is a little bit strange that we hardly know each other, right?"

"Who hit you?"

"You know, you should really work on your party face."

"I need to borrow a car tonight. Can I take yours?"

"Are you telling me you don't love me anymore?"

"Perhaps you'd like to know my name?"

"How can you help me if you don't believe me?"

"Do you ever think what it would be like to be like other people? Normal people?"

"Is this your way of apologising?"

"Speaking plainly, what's in it for me?"

"You have an interesting accent. Where are you from exactly?"

"Have you been told anything I haven't?"

"Do your ambitions not exceed this?"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I'm thinking of getting a gun for protection. Is there one you would recommend?"

"Do you like birds?"

"Do you reckon I'll get one of those medals for bravery?"

"You can't stay away from me, can you?"

"Do you have to enjoy this quite so much?"

"How can I help you if you won't let me?"

"Am I having some kind of psychotic breakdown?"

"You've been hiding from me, haven't you?"

"Why is it that I surround myself with a bunch of incompetent fools?"

"Has my utility not been amply demonstrated?"

"Were you just flirting with that woman?"

"Is this it? Is this therapy?"

"Do you really believe you see demons and devils?"

"You didn't really think you were never going to see me again, did you?"

"Do you think what happened to you is a miracle?"

"When did you get so bitter?"

"Why are you talking in the past tense?"

"Aren't you supposed to be talking to me about the virtues of mercy?"