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This is based off of @blackkatdraws 's toon x mobster series on her Tumbler and tiktok.

This is my version of thw toon x mobster idea

Niamh is (the one with a duller colour palette) based on the coming-of-age genre.

S.B, or Silica Blianca, (the clown) is based on comedy sci-fi.

Naimh:

She is Irish, from Cork.

Her art style is lovely based on the art style of Song of the Sea

She's also based on a dramatic, coming-of-age story, loss of parents, trying to navigate new areas, fighting systems etc.

She does camogie, and us strongly against wearing skorts for it (if you don't get it look up camogie skorts it'll explain it.)

She's 15 and is far more mature than S.B.

Niamh was also inspired by the tragedy mask

S.B.:

No one knows where she was born, no parents, no brith certificate, just some lab reports that started at the age of 10.

She's 12 and a half.

She used to be a part of a travelling circus, where she was a clown and acrobat.

Her arms and legs, robotic retractable prosthetic limbs, were self-made.

She is based on the sci-fi genre, specifically comedic sci-fi.

Her art style is loosely based on dogs in space.

She is also based on the comedy mask

Thier business:

They run their own business, called Secrets Kept.

They take and sell secrets, black mail material and identities for thousands, each having a file, from high school students to CEO's, they have dirt on them.

S.B. stores all the info, makes the databases, makes them into sites for more information on hits, setting up and putting in data to all necessary files.

Niamh get all the physical evidence, contracts, photos, and recordings.

They are based in a run-down secondary school, plenty of rooms to get verbal information in exchange for secrets.

To get information you either have to have information that is as powerful as the information you want, or you have to pay them.

They have contracts that only allow the person the use the information how they told Niamh they were going to use it eg blackmail on an ex-partner.

This is how they got tangled with the city's underground, handing off money or information to anyone who pays.

This makes Niamh extra careful around everyone, especially with S.B, as she is incredibly friendly.

I am gonna make more of these, I really really like this and again the toon x mobster belongs to @blackkatdraws

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Red hot love

Summary: on a caper nigel gets hurt and who else helped him other than the friendly ghost.

Tw: descriptions of blood and stabbing, agnst, gun use, metion of death.

if you are uncomfortable with anything of the sort do not read!

Much love, froggie <3

"What are we looking for?" Roundabout humming into communicator, he knew excatly what they were doing, and Mealstrom knew it was purely to hear him sepak.

He had to admit the communicator was impressive. One that Dr. Bellum had eagerly modified for him and Gunnar's first mission after their graduation caper. It was clean and thinner than most, having a built-in stun gun, one she wished to improve on, and a small clip, one that would immediately alert his fellow operatives if pulled.

One he believed he had no need of as he could get himself out of any situation.

"The painting. Over stairwell. On the third floor." Gunnar replied, Nigel could faintly hear his footsteps, light and calm despite this place teeming with randoms and drunkards. The violent types.

"Ah, over the stairwell. Simple truly? Then in the common room and lastly in the parlour." Roundabout murmured. "Thank you, Casper." He teased. "Roundabout." It wasn't shouted or even annoyed, it was calm with a small hum... in that velvet voice that made him melt. "Right, apologies, Mealstrom." The hum Nigel got in return made him chuckle as he hung up.

He made his way through the halls and found the stairwell. But a sharp crack had made itself known, the gunfire spat out of the dark. He ran but a bullet planted itself in his abdomen. Hr found a large, cluttered room and hid.

Roundabout looked forward, sure the threat was long gone, but his abdomen remembered him. The blood seeped into his suit. "Lovely." He managed, grasping his umbrella, his sword being shielded from prying eyes within the handle. The wound made itself painfully clear.

...

As did footsteps.

Heavy and fast, unlike his fellow operatives. He knew one thing, he wasn't going to let himself be killed in some dilapidated home, one that was once full of people, now only a house to riches and artefacts.

An unlikely grave in the middle of nowhere. And he'd see to it that it wouldn't be his.

He tugged at his umbrella, trying to stay upright and quiet, removing its blade for a short-handled gun. The shadow, tall and square, stormed into the room. Roundabout dampened his breathes and listened.

"WHERE ARE YOU!" The voice boomed, ragged like a smoker. The sound of crumbling wall clearly showed instability, for once he found himself wishing it was Coach Brunt's abrupt rage.

A stomp, another second closer.

Roundabout looked at the shadows. They showed him so much and gave away so little. He held his gun near. Ready for the attack. One shot. That's all he had.

"Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT!" Another striking thump of a foot. Nigel let his brows frown. Concentration and small sense... of helplessness... one of which he swiftly pushed away.

He glanced at his communicator. Left with so few options, the small clip was expertly made but the doctor made him think. A single pull would alert another operative, he only hoped that no one else was in a situation like his.

As another thud of a step rang out in the room he pulled it. Unsure if it actually worked.

He rested his head against the wall as the shadow crept closer and closer, his abdomen screeching in agony as he forced himself upright.

With a slam the door flew open, Nigel shut his eyes and prayed it was an operative or even law enforcement at this stage, as a single gunshot rang from the entrance, rattling the entire room. The shadow collapsed.

The uniform made it clear who it was. "Pig." Nigel huffed under his breath. "Dirty fucking pig."

The new footsteps that spoke to the room were light and quick. "Gunnar." Nigel managed out as the pain from his wound intensified as his adrenaline ran short.

"I-I'm over here." He called. The footsteps quickened and in no time Gunnar was right in front of Nigel, helping him to the floor. Gunnar's cold hand deftly began work, removing his coat and shirt, Nigel chuckled. "Take me to dinner first." He joked, earning a glare from Gunnar, making him smile underneath his annoyance. "Din idiot mann." Gunnar huffed plainly taking out some iodine from the small first aid kit. "I wasn't idiotic, Gunnar. That man was manic." Nigel sighed rolling his eyes.

He shut the tightly and winced as the bitter liquid trailed into his wound, gripping his discarded shirt. "Slappe av," Gunnar replied, his hand rubbing Nigels' waist, making the tanned man blush. "Right," Nigel whispered shutting his eyes as his wound was disinfected, cleaned and wrapped. "Thank you, Casper." Nigel smiled, Gunnar groaned at the nickname and hosted him up. "I should've left you for dead." He spoke, low and gravelly, his mouth inches from Nigel's ear. He blushed and choked on the air. "Gunnar, goodness, if you got any closer I'd think you liked me-mhp..." He was proved correct as Mealstrom's lips met his.

It was sweet and calm...Nigel's eyes fluttered shut as he rested a hand on Gunnar's cheek and kissed him further, which was swiftly reciprocated as Gunnar tugged him harshly, making him fall forward and kiss him rougher. Nigel separated from Gunnar for a moment. "Gu-ngh!" He was tugged back into a kiss once more.

Their lungs burned like lime and they separated for air, leaving Nigel breathless in more than one way. "Does that answer your questions?" Gunnar gave a cocky strike and hooked his arm under Nigels, unessasary but much appreciated.

"I suppose we owe Dr. Bellum a thank you."

"You owe her an apology, Nigel."

"Hush!"

Ok so another headcanon of mine is that Nigel only started using a cane as he got older, instead of using an umbrella to conceal his sword in his younger years.

Also *Slappe av means *relax*

And *din idiot mann. Means *you idiotic man.

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New Lilybeth/Giorria

I decided to add more of the uniform to her outfit and change her to look a little bit older as I changed her age from 10 to 12. Also, I wanted to add leg warmers, I love leg warmers.

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This is your sign to make a scrapbook for your oc's!

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Launge barrier.

Summary: Nigel is a good teacher, and Gunnar needs some grammar lessons.

Happy Pride lads! Shout out to the gays! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

It's difficult, by default, all feelings are. Hard to decipher, to understand, to describe, like a bunch of tangled wires. Unless it's your job to know, to understand how the human mind ticks, how the mind bends and folds. All of this Gunnar was well versed in. Yes, he dropped out of psychology but that was for a new chance, a risk. But a success.

The Island he resided on currently as he took part in this new course, a vile one but it was the perfect one for him, he met many people, new minds that were twisted and hurt, damaged or simply as insane as his own, one caught his eye, one man in particular, he was slightly shorter than him, the strong proper British accent made his voice stick out in his mind, his words, his seemingly perfect dialect. He loved it, admittedly. This man's mind was one of quick wit and knowledge, academic.

He was currently reading through a novel, in English, his attempt to improve on his English, he could speak it well, able to hold a conversation, but not to the depths he'd like, he wanted to pick apart the minds of others... of one in particular. Nigel Braithwaite, a tanned man, quick and a part of his fencing team at his college, Oxford, an impressive feat.

Gunnar glanced over his book, watching as the Brit hit his opponent time and time again, giving the short woman little time to hit him back, her hair sticking out every which way as she desperately tried to hit him. "Right!" The teacher yelled Get both their attention, Gunnar gave a sideways glance to the aggressive man, tall and rough.

"Right, Nigel you can go on the bench, sick of the blood bath ya cause." He rasped, a smoker's tone, Gunnar looked up, the slight glisten of his face from sweating. He'd have that image photographed if he could.

"Yes, master a dulonna." He huffed, rolling his eyes. He moved fluidly over to where Gunnar was sitting. "Hello, again." Nigel sighed planting himself onto the bench, Gunnar moved a strand of neatly styled hair, a part that fell out of its usual position and over one murky blue eye. Nigel cleared his throat, looking away from the Norwegian. "So what are you reading?" Nigel asked glancing at the pages, the darker yellow cover was a stark contrast to the man's icy blue hands. It's tile covered over by his large hand. "The Yellow Wallpaper, by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. It's rather interessant." He saw how Nigel's eye creased as he spoke. "What?" He glared

"You always do that, when you say something's interesting, you say ineressant, it's cute, Casper." Nigel teased, shifting closer. "Must you call me that?" He huffed closing his book, smoothly slipping in a bookmark. Nigel blinked innocently. "What do you mean Casper?" Nigel asked coyly, to be met with a huffed and shove from the paler man.

"Boys!" Master a dulonna yelled. "Sorry sir." Nigel hummed standing up, and Gunnar followed suit and both made their way to the library.

"So how's the English class going?" Nigel asked, coming closer the Gunnar as he spoke, both hands tucked behind his back as they stroked down the cool coloured halls. "Fine, Professor Cyclone has switched with Misstake." Gunnar hummed, not particularly liking the man. "Oh, Cyclone, that ballard." Nigel huffed, making Gunnar snort. "What? Is that all it takes to make you laugh?" Nigel hummed nudging Gunnar's arm. "Kanskje."

"Maybe I could give you some... tutoring, for English," Nigel suggested, his hand drifted absentmindedly to Gunnar's. "Really?" Gunnar hummed, as they made their way to the modern library. "Yes. Here." He sat down pushing the seat beside him out for Gunnar. "What if you wrote down words you don't know in English, like when in conversation?" He murmured. "But if I don't understand the word how would I write it down?"

"You're discreet, and just write it down phonetically." Nigel bowed his head and tapped the table. "Ich nehme an." Gunnar hummed with a crooked smile. "Perfect."

"Shall we start now?"

"I... Ja."

"Alright so wha-"

"Phycology."

"Very well then"

New headcanon of how Gunnar lacks his accent as Nigel helped him learn English, his accent began to rub off on him. =>

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Health and wellness

Summary: Adya and Lilybeth aren't enjoying their week, and Nigel is keen on helping.

Adya belongs to @st0r-fruit, my beloved mootie. This ie my fav ship, and happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

Adya was awake long before his husband. Looking at the man's form, fast asleep without his glasses. Sure one could debate that I was creepy or strange, watching someone in the most vulnerable position, but, Adya knew Nigel would never allow himself the chance to be this vulnerable... so, like a red sky at night, it brought him a profound sense of delight.

And currently. The only feeling of joy.

His head was pounding, hot and clammy. He knew what it meant but he didn't want to take note of this fact. The way his body seemed sluggish like he was under warm slushy water, his skin just a touch too hot, his mind just a touch too foggy.

"Mmh... Adya." A gravely British tone caught his attention. Adya looked at his husband, eyes squinted, as if he was attempting to read one of Lilybeth's software codes. "Moring love." He murmured, slipping back under their sheets, to wrap his arms around his lover.

"You're hot." Though Nigel's tone had a touch of concern, the words spoken made Adya laugh. "I'm glad you think so." He hummed kissing his left eye. "That's not what I meant and you know it." He retorted, sitting up, and letting Adya slip on his glasses. "Mmh. You're feverish, Adya." Nigel specified. He groaned. "No, love-" He tried only to be stopped by a soft kiss.

"Yes, love. You're ill." He sighed. Nigel looked at the time. "At least I have the week off." He murmured, more so to himself. He kissed Adya's cheek. "I'll help Lilybeth get ready, you rest, it'll help me." He hummed. He loved Adya, he did, and because of this, he knew how to manipulate a situation and how to get him to rest, even though he hated being so... vulnerable.

Adya sighed, shifting to lie down again, Nigel smiled and kissed his cheek, setting a glass and some painkillers down on the side table. "I'll be back soon," Nigel murmured, fixing his collar. "You look nice in more casual clothes," Adya mumbled. Nigel smiled and chuckled. "I'm glad you like it." He murmured.

Leaving the room he walked across the hall, normally Lily was shouting and laughing ready for school, but this morning, as the sun made the sky a deep red and orange, Lilybeth was in his room.

He knocked softly on her door. "Lily? Are you awake love?" As he was getting no response he felt panic twist his stomach. "Darling?" He shouted louder. He still hadn't received that oh-so-necessary response. He entered, seeing a lump in the bed. "Lilybeth! It's a school day, darling, it's time to wake up." He told her, but she whined, bringing her hand to her ear. "No!" She shouted back with a sniff.

He came closer, the bed creaked as he came over. "Lily." He murmured softly, a hand on her shoulder. He moved to her forehead and felt the heat radiating off of her. "Oh, Lily." He murmured. She groaned and turned to his significantly colder hand. "I feel rotten!" She exclaimed sitting up and wrapping her arms around him.

Nigel sighed. "Lovely." He muttered to himself, lifting her and taking her to his room. "Adya, you have a guest." He hummed dropping Lilybeth onto the bed. "Huh? Hey, happy hare." He smiled as Lilybeth pulled him into a hug. "And I haven't any Calpol so try and behave, both of you." He hummed kissing Lily’s forehead "Hmm." She grumbled and sighed against Adya's chest. "Yeah, I'll take care of her, go and get the medicine," Adya murmured, kissing Nigel's cheek. He smiled as Nigel left.

Coming back with a bag full of food, and medicine, he entered his room to find both sick, sniffling members giggling and laughing at Princess and the frog. "Lilybeth, darling, come here." Lily slipped off the bed and moved to Nigel, her clutch firm on a soft, half-painted, rabbit. "Yeah, da?" Nigel half chuckled as her accent slipped. "Here." Nigel hummed pouring the pale orange liquid onto the spoon. "Gross." She huffed, taking the medication with a grimace. "It's not that bad love." Nigel chudded, as she clamped onto his bed, Nigel sat beside them. "Only halfway through, thought I was gone for longer." He hummed resting his head against Adyas shoulder. He coughed, receiving a soft rub on his back.

"I hate being sick."

"I know. I know love, but at least your keeping Lily entertained." Adya smiled at his husband's hushed words.

"SHUSH! You can smooch later this is the best part!" Lily exclamated gesturing to the TV.

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How would cleo actually react if her daughter came out to her as a lesbian? could you write this a bit longer?

Sorry this took so long but I had no idea what to write.

Fleeting hope.

I'm using a new character for this, being Charlie. So I hope you enjoy it.

The halls were empty, the very being of the new year. Of the new lives of all the students rushing into the halls. All high thoughts and selfish intent, or at least most had that. Others simply yearned for a better life they could never get, taking desperate measures to get out of the hole they seemed stuck in.

Charlie was one of these. Calmer than a tree in spring with very highly regarded manners, at least according to Countess Cleo, the woman Charlie looked up to in every sense of the word. She saw her as fashionable and cunning and so incredibly kind... but she was well aware this kindness only extends so far. Seeing how she's rude and snappy with Dash habber and other operatives made her feel on edge, especially as of late.

Whilst she had been at the vile castle for five years now. She felt so... childish beside the countess' effortless grace yet... there was a nervousness that she caused.

The haunting idea that one slip-up could cause her, not only her life but the one woman who brought her comfort. She didn't want to leave, not the castle walls, not the Countess' side, not this place, not now or ever. And this whirlwind made her feel so weighted down.

"Charlie?" A familiar voice called from. Behind, Dash. "Yeah?" She blurted out turning on her he'll to face him. He smiled to the young girl. "The um, Countess wants you." He staed with a nervous glance.

Her heart stopped.

"Thanks, Dash. I'll see you." She smiled, though her body refused to relax, her chest tight and painful. He walked with her but left the moment they reached her office. "No better time than the present I guess," Charlie mumbled she had a small secret, or so she told herself it was small. She knew it weighed down on her conscious. She liked girls, one girl in particular, who she had only seen the headshot of, she'd be one of the new students, he hair was in a messy bun with tight curls framing her face, deep brown eyes and tanned skin. She was like a portrait she wanted to hang on her wall... and she had no idea how to cope.

She had no idea how Countess, a woman she basically saw as he mother, would react. She had been mean to Dash and wasn't fond of Neal, both of which were well-known as gay. She knew they both didn't seem bothered by it but she felt an ongoing tension in her.

She pushed the door open and went to stand in front of Cleo, who wasn't looking up from the expensive fabric that was recently stolen. She had her red glasses on the bridge of her nose, and her pun cushion attached to her wrist, she wasn't in her normal extravagant green dress, instead, she was in a sleek sun dress, that went to her ankles and had a flora pattern, her golden hop earrings moved slightly as she lifted her head.

She smiled, it wasn't rare when it was just them, or them and Dr. Bellum, but the normally comforting look made Charlie's anxiety spike. "There you are, my darling I was wondering where you had gone off to." She smiled, she sounded so caring towards Charlie, a far cry from the usually sarcastic and harsh tone she speaks with.

Charlie gave a tight liped smile and moved closer, she had no idea how to go about this, she had been feeling si anxious about thus for weeks... how would she even begin to explain how she felt and how would she start?

It wasn't until she saw Cleo's look of concern that she realised she hadn't spoken after she asked a question. "Sorry, uh, what did you say?" She tried to sound happy and calm but Cleo saw right through it.

"Darling, what wrong?"

"Wrong? No there's nothing wrong Countess."

"Yes there is, you never call me Countess unless you're stressing yourself over something." Cleo moved to rest her chin on her hands. Her gaze priced through Charlie. Charlie moved uncomfortably still trying to hold a tight smile. "I-I'm fine." Her voice cracked and Cleo stood, he movements as fluid as her swaying dress, as she came over, her hands resting on the short gurls shoulders.

"Tell me what's wrong." Her voice was firm but lined with a kind undertone. Her hand rubbing slow circles on Charlie shoulder.

She broke.

Charlie started to choke on sobs and covered her eyes. Her anxiety peaked and she broke under all the pressure. "I-I'm..." she looked up to Cleo. "P-please don't hate me." She muttered hugging her unexpectedly. Cleo's arms closed around her, the young girl barely being above her shoulder. "Charlie! What's wrong, please tell me." She took Charlie's hands in hers, resting her forehead against Charlie's. She sniffed and sobbed. "Cleo... I'm..." she saw no hate or malice in Cleo's face. "I really like girl, I mean like... like I'm a lesbian mom!"

Cleo paused. Mom? She rubbed Charlie's back. "Darling?" Charlie looked up immediately another sob racked her small body. "That's why you were so stressed? My darling, Charlie. I could never hate you, my darling. You know I could never." She wiped her tears away and Charlie held her hands. "Really?" Charlie sniffed and hugged her again. "You don't? I... but I thought you hated Neal and Dash and I thought because they were gay you didn't... you know." Cole frowned. "No no, darling, I'm sorry, I had no idea... I don't like them because they're incompetent, plus I'm already dating Saria. Why would I have any problems with you? Seems a bit hypocritical." Charlie looked up, shocked. Gobsmacked even. "WHAT!" She shouted wiping her face as Cleo chuckled. "I had no idea! Mom, why didn't you tell me!?" Cleo laughed loudly at Charlie's disbelief. "Well, I thought it was obvious." She smiled softly and Charlie laughed softly.

"So who's the girl you like?"

"No one!"

"Oh? Are you-"

"Cleo!"

Hope you enjoyed this one, sorry it toon so long to write this lol I was trying to find out how to write it well, much love! Bye :]

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Posture & Physical Presence For Writers

(Because how they stand can say more than how they speak.)

Upright and stiff — Formal, tense, or deeply uncomfortable. Slouched shoulders — Insecure, exhausted, or defeated. Relaxed stance — Open, comfortable, confident. Hands in pockets — Guarded, casual, or hiding something. Crossed arms — Defensive, cold, or waiting to be impressed. Leaning forward — Engaged, flirtatious, or impatient. Back straight, chin high — Proud, stubborn, or putting on a show. Shifting weight side to side — Nervous, indecisive, or stalling. Foot tapping — Anxious, impatient, or barely holding it together. Arms loose at sides — Neutral, calm, open to the moment. Fidgeting with sleeves/hair/etc. — Inner turmoil disguised as casual touch. Spine curled inward — Trying to be small, invisible, or unnoticeable. Standing too still — Suppressed emotion, discomfort, or internal freeze. Dominant stance (feet wide, chest forward) — Confidence, aggression, or showmanship. Head tilted slightly — Curiosity, confusion, or playful challenge.

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New oc idk what to call yhem

And their face reminds me of bleedy Victor from arcane.

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My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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cleo×bellum hc?:) 🤟

OK so I have a few head cannons and a lot of them are based on my family and headcanons on the characters themselves.

Countess Cleo treats Dr. Bellum very differently, obviously, but Dr. Bellum is completely oblivious to this fact and treats Cleo the same as most of a faculty, other than allowing more physical contact in their relationship and pet names. Because of this, she is more open with others about their relationship as she doesn't get that there would be a problem as she just thinks they're treating each other the same way.

Countess Cleo is very verbally affectionate, pet names, mainly dear, darling, etc and the use of her first name would be very exclusive (we don't hear anyone else calling Dr. Bellum Saria in in the entire show unless they use it with her last name, other than Cleo, which is amazing).

Cleo loves talking to her about anything just to get a response while Dr. Bellum just info dumps about anything, it's something my sibling does as well because they both act very similarly, and she does this as she feels comfortable around Cleo so she knows she won't judge her for it.

Cleo rarely takes Dr. Bellum to her parties as she knows Bellum would hate them unless they were revenge or science-related.

Cleo is the more possessive of the two as Dr. Bellum wouldn't notice another person's advances on Cleo and even if she did she wouldn't care as she knows Cleo wouldn't leave her. Cleo also knows this but she hates the idea of someone even trying to flirt with Bellum, she'd always put a hand on Dr. Bellum's shoulder and say "This is my partner." Or passive-aggressively take Dr. Bellum's hand and kiss the back of it and ask who she was talking to, all while staring the person down, with that model glare.

I feel like Dr. Bellum would get along with the mechanic better but Cleo would despise her for talking to her girlfriend. While we see Dr. Bellum not actively liking the mechanic she'd tolerate her, for science!

They share a room like they have separate rooms but 9 times out of 10 they're in the others room sleeping (they both switched who's the big and little spoon but generally Dr. Bellum is the little spoon and Cleo is the bog spoon).

Before being official Cleo tried very subtle ways to tell Bellum she liked her but Bellum just wasn't getting it and Cleo was starting to doubt that Bellum actually liked her or if she was reaeing it wrong until Maelstrom pointed out that subtly isn't Bellum's strong suit.

Bellum would be a good bakery, mainly sweet things, as she is a scientist and would get the measurements right and the cooking time and method, and she'd back very random things for Cleo to try.

Cleo steals a lot of gifts for Bellum and vice versa, as with the saw with the crown, and Cleo would overthink the gift in the beginning until now we're she tells herself Bellum would like anything with science or cat-related parts.

A lot of my reasons for these are from the show and how they act around each other compared to how they act with others. And I love this ship so much.

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How would Cleo actually react if a student sh? so tw to all

OK so there's 2 of these so I'm just gonna answer this one.

Tw: mentions of sh, poisoning if you don't feel comfortable reading stuff about this do not continue reading this

Take care of yourself and if you guys are struggling with sh or anything talk to someone you trust and who you know won't hurt you and have a great rest of your day ♡♡♡

It depends a lot on the type of self-harm if it is physical harm that is direct cutting, burning, or hair-pulling, she'd first probably find out while measuring them for a stealth suit.

She'd ask about it gently, chances are she'd be used, and versed, in dealing with people who self-harm themselves. as most people in V.I.L.E don't come from the best areas and usually lack a support system.

She would only really notice it in students she liked, even if she didn't like them she'd help them but be a lot colder about it.

If it's less direct, or less visible, like constant exercise, skipping meals, or self-poisoning she'd get Dr. Bellum to help, she'd get her help in most cases that aren't visible, she wouldn't get Professor Maelstrom despite him being a psychiatrist because it's him and he'd freak out the student.

After finding out she'd keep a closer eye, and be a lot gentler to the student to help them quite and help them recover.

A little question asked, tell me if I went about this respectfully and as I said take care of yourselves and have a great day.

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OK I need to write this

Golden ghost

This is part 2 of Casper Darling and I have been thinking way too much about this story.

Nigel started down at Gunnar, who was on one knee looking up at him, the ring box extended the him and open with the delicate ring inside it.

His mind racing, was Gunnar really proposing, to him? Here? At V.I.L.E. Nigel's mouth was open and Gunnar, for the first time ever, seemed nervous. "Nigel," he began bringing the other man back to reality. Nigel looked at him, blushing deeply.

"We've known each other for decades and... We've been dating for fifteen years at this point. I want to make it official." He continued, taking Nigel's glove off. "I want to be with you for the rest of our lives. Nigel... marry me." Gunnar spoke clearly, his voice light and filled with... Nigel would say hope. Nigel looked at the band, a simple gold ring with two gems, alexandrite, and a diamond. "You... want to marry... me?" Nigel blurted out. Gunnar laughed, though it seemed unsure. "Yes? That's why I proposed." He chuckled. "Yes."

"Hm?" Gunnar finally met Nigel's eyes with pure joy, in hsi own, cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. "I'm marrying you. And taking your last name." He told him, his voice confident as Gunnar leaned forward and kissed him, slipping the ring onto Nigel's right hand. "I love you." He murmured.

David walked around V.I.L.E, it was rare for him to be there. He was usually at home at his computer as the troll but every V.I.L.E agent had to make a call back to HQ. He looked around and finally found Mealstrom's office, usually his uncle, Nigel, was in there.

He looked into the office, just through the blinds to see... was Professor Maelstrom proposing to someone. He laughed and looked at the person who he was... "Oh my god." He muttered, his jaw dropped. He was proposing to his uncle. "Holy shit!" He whispered. "Is that why he called me, what the hell!" He muttered as he saw Nigel smile and nod and kiss him. He was flabbergasted.

Were they dating? Well obviously but like... for how long? Why did his uncle choose... choose that pasty white freak!? Should he be happy? Angry? He was so confused!

Paper star came skipping down the hall humming and folding paper into a humming bridge, she had just learned how to do it and wanted to show professor Maelstrom. She slowed down seeing the troll crouching in front of the window to Mealstrom's office. "David, you look worried." She joked then seeing his face.

"Tammy, you have to see this." He grabbed her shoulder and dragged her down. "Ah! Hey! Watch it!" She shouts at him, sticking the hummingbirds beak at his face. "Just look!" He whispered harshly. She rolled her eyes and looked into the office. "Holy shit." She saw professor Maelstrom and Roundabout holding each other, smiling. She could see a shimmer of gold on Roundabout's ring finger.

"Did he..." she pointed at the blinds, meaning to point at Mealstrom. "Yeah." The troll muttered in response. Tammy stood up, as did he and they ran into Mealstrom's office.

"How would David o-or Julia, or even Xifeng?" Nigel looked at his now fiancé, though his thoughts for his daughter, niece, and nephew ran wild, he felt no regret for agreeing to marry him. Gunnar kissed Nigel's brow. "They'll be fine, love." Gunnar measured, his own thoughts drifting to paper star and fly trap, even spin-kick, though the child doesn't care about... much other than succeeding in a caper.

Suddenly the door flew open, making Nigel jump. "David!" "Paper star!" The two men shouted, Gunnar's hands grasping Nigel's arm tightly. The four pause Nigel gave David a stern look. "Were you both watching us?" He asked David huffed. "You were getting secretly engaged." He responded. "David, dear, I would have told you minutes later." He explained Paper Star and Gunnar's eyes met. She was surprised and Gunnar sighed. "I mean, unk." Nigel shot David a glare at the nickname. "I'm not mad just... why him?" Nigel paused. "That's why you trusted through the door?" Nigel asked crossing his arms. "Yeah, I mean... it's him." Paper star nodded in agreement Gunnar huffed. "Yes I understand he's... him." Gunnar looked at Nigel. "What was that." He huffed. Nigel cocked a brow and Gunnar rolled his eyes. "But there's parts of him that... well you wouldn't have seen." He explained. Paper star tilted her head, her naturally creepy smile set plainly on her face. "Gross, I don't need to know what you guys get up to." David shuddered Nigel looked at him and hit his foot with his cane. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" He shouted as Gunnar pulled him back by the hips laughing. "Don't encourage him." He huffed.

"So David. You're fine with me marrying your uncle." He hummed, he shrugged. "I don't know. But marry him if you want." He admitted. The paper came closer to Nigel. "Hehehehe." Nigel hummed as she giggled and looked at his ring. "Well, I'm glad that's sorted," Nugel whispered to himself, as David looked at the ring.

"He really picked out a fucking expensive one-ouch!"

"Language, David."

"Did you have to hit me with your cane!"

Gunnar laugh at it as paper star showed him the hummingbird and threw it off, hitting the wall with a smile. "Make the beak a small bit longer." He suggested, his hand resting on her shoulder.

Ok I hope that one was good because it it's a long one, I love think that they're like a small family. Also worried Roundabout is my fav :]

Credit for david(the troll) from @st0r-fruit heartfelt au <3

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This one

Finally finished this goober.

This is Jason Dorse. He is a mechanic at ACME and the little yellow thing is Kegie, his robot helper.

He joined ACME through an apprenticeship with one of the older mechanics and enjoyed his work there he came back soon after.

He's 31 but looks incredibly young thanks to his genetics.

His mixed race, Vietnamese and Welsh, Vietnamese on his father's side and Welsh on his mom's side.

He had a small dislike of Chase and Julia before they met because of the car wreckage but after meeting Julia, who he found out he knew through Linda, he grew to like Julia, he doesn't... get Devineaux, finding his consistency of recking cars and not dying.

He's a vegetarian due to his mom's past as a butcher and now he can't stand the smell of meat.

He became friends with Linda through Carmen. By then, Linda was breaking into a facility where Jay was working to evacuate the area and steal some codes. They got to know each other and now they look out for each out like siblings.

He met Julia after talking to her while on a call with Linda because she was at their HQ (#carulia for the win!)

I love this man.

[handdrawnfrog]

Finally finished this goober.

This is Jason Dorse. He is a mechanic at ACME and the little yellow thing is Kegie, his robot helper.

He joined ACME through an apprenticeship with one of the older mechanics and enjoyed his work there he came back soon after.

He's 31 but looks incredibly young thanks to his genetics.

His mixed race, Vietnamese and Welsh, Vietnamese on his father's side and Welsh on his mom's side.

He had a small dislike of Chase and Julia before they met because of the car wreckage but after meeting Julia, who he found out he knew through Linda, he grew to like Julia, he doesn't... get Devineaux, finding his consistency of recking cars and not dying.

He's a vegetarian due to his mom's past as a butcher and now he can't stand the smell of meat.

He became friends with Linda through Carmen. By then, Linda was breaking into a facility where Jay was working to evacuate the area and steal some codes. They got to know each other and now they look out for each out like siblings.

He met Julia after talking to her while on a call with Linda because she was at their HQ (#carulia for the win!)

I love this man.

[handdrawnfrog]

Adding my OCs to a separate sketchbook is so much fun, I added and took away some things and it's great crack.

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OK I'm rewatching Carmen Sandiego from like the millionth time and I wanna make an au so this is the

circo ultimae spei

(The f.h.Circus for short.)

So this will be my version of V.I.L.E, and it will have no correlation to @st0r-fruit heartfelt au or my own au with Giorria's already-established backstory as she'll be a part of the new organization.

circo ultimae spei is Latin for 'circus of final hope'

The school is mainly made up of abandoned people, displaced persons, and runaways. While it might sound like there are only criminals there it's mainly people running from something or someone. There are hundreds of people, and it's called a school as they are usually located near water for food, through fishing. They move, a lot, as it's all runaways they all wear masks or heavy face paint.

There are five main leaders, like V.I.L.E, but instead of them all being out of the way and being the masterminds of it they are all deeply involved in the different parts of the circus.

They are:

Ringleader/magician

Acrobat

Ticket master

Clown/back stage crew

daredevils/ fighters

Ringleaders/ magician. Naturally the leader of this section show them how to lead the circus in line with the rest, how to deceive people with tricks and so called magic and how to use this magic to steal, (which is a lot like Mealstrom's bit)

Acrobats: While they have less power the leaders here they show how to sneak into areas and flex into tight openings no matter how impossible it may seem. They make sure everyone can get past anything, no matter the security measures.

Ticket masters: They handle money, they are all faceless people who just make sure they stay in the green with money, there's no real leader of this section just a group who all know their onions on money and businesses.

Clowns/backstage crew: This is a stand-by, more than an actual section, mainly kids and people who could create masks and costumes for the circus. Mainly for a safe place for people to be in while being introduced or being shown the ropes. Some stay in this section as head of the stage crew or jesters.

daredevils/ fighters: As the name suggests they all know how to fight, drive, basically they show off and seem the most important but are really just backups.

Much like Acme (or at least I assume), they have multiple different circuses set up everywhere, but there are only four main leaders, the rest would be more like secondary helpers.