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hiatus notice: i have some irl things to sort out, so going on a small hiatus. give me maybe a week or two, and i will return!!

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“My apologies, Captain, but did you mean yes? Jake said you love hugs.”

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"... No."

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Look at you. You’re like the wise old owl from those lollipop commercials.

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Look at you.

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"Detective Woods. Report on your insurance fraud case. Any leads?"

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triviahekate

"I don’t believe I’ve caught your name, miss... ?”

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            ❝ One would have said, to see the pensive thoughtfulness of his glance,               that he had already, in some previous state of existence, traversed the                                               revolutionary apocalypse. ❞ 

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...starter call? 

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betterdetective:

She had her hands on her knees, ready to assist in any way possible. The endless possibility of reasons why he had kept her in her office was now multiplying but she didn’t care. Whatever it was she would be more then happy to do it. Since he had arrived, all that she wanted was for him to confide in her, and more importantly to act as if he trusted her with important issues, and now finally, that seemed to be what was happening. Amy grinned not being able to contain herself, knowing whatever he was about to ask her would be something that he had decided she was the only one worth it to know. “No a work-related matter.” She repeated it, as if Christmas had come early, it was personal, Holt was going to trust her with something personal. “Yes, sir.” She beamed not being able to contain herself, she even had a certificate from the fifth grade that said that she was best at doing collages. “ Do you need one for your person matters?” She asked with a grin plastered firmly on her face.

Santiago's obvious enthusiasm wasn't surprising: the captain's expression didn't change. He simply stared at her from across the desk, nodding slowly as he folded his hands over some files. “One of my husband’s nieces happens to be turning sixteen in less than a month”, he explained, his tone neutral as ever. “Her mother wants to throw her, quoting, a ball worthy of a princess. I find the concept quite... ludicrous, but my husband and I agree to help with the preparations. I was appointed the task of making a collage, celebrating the teenage girl’s most important accomplishments. I was given several photographies for this purpose, but I must admit that I’m rather... inadequate at concocting this gift.” The captain pulled out a large scrapbook page from the first drawer of his desk. It looked very much like a newspaper article: black and white paper, very neatly typed text and no pictures. It looked like the first slide of a Powerpoint presentation.  “My husband thinks it might lack some... whimsy. Would you be able to guide me along this process?”

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Jake hated the new Captain. They didn’t get along as he was starting to tire of being talked down to. He was a damn good detective and this asshole kept acting like he was just another Scully. The new guy had even gone so far as to threaten Jake with being fired. He had to get out of the precinct for a while and get some food. The stand a street away sold the best sandwiches this side of the Brooklyn Bridge (despite what Boyle said). He was just turning the corner when he was Captain Holt. Ex-Captain Holt.

“Sir!” He shouted after him before he could stop himself. He didn’t want to actually talk to the man since like every other figure in his life he’d left. But he needed to talk to someone who actually valued him. So he shouted for his old Captain and ran after him to catch up.

The ex-captain was about to head down the street, when the shout of a familiar voice stopped him. Raymond paused in his step, almost certain he had recognized that voice.  He turned only to glimpse Jake Peralta himself, running towards him - he shouldn’t have been surprised, since he had been so close to the old precinct. Yet, he felt a little jolt in his stomach at the sight of the detective - he hadn’t been in contact with any of them, except for Gina, of course. Her presence definitely made reality less bleak, as it was hard to get bored in the young woman’s presence.  An unfamiliar feeling surfaced, and Raymond realized at once what it was: he felt like smiling. However, he did not. He simply waited for Peralta to catch up, quietly pondering the best course of action.  Should he greet him warmly, or keep things polite and distant? The latter seemed more professional. But he didn’t want to be, as Gina would eloquently put it, a stone-cold bitch.  But the last time he had seen him and the rest of the squad, on his last day, Raymond had gotten uncharacteristically emotional, and he had no desire to revisit the feeling.  “Detective Peralta”, Raymond said, nodding - not smiling, but that was nothing new for him. “You look... out of breath.”

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psa if you rp with raymond there's a good chance that some replies will be just ICONS OF HIM STARING AT UR MUSE WITH NO WORDS AT ALL he's not a very talkative muse

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“Okay, I know how this looks… I was slightly on fire.”

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       “Never gonna work, Captain. But good try!”

"You slouch like a fatigued toddler in the last row of a pre-school classroom.             ---  Wuntch will eat you alive."