#Forensic artist! AU

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Forensic artist! Slider x FBI investigator! Mav AU WIP I’ve been hatching for a while.

Inspired by the UID community and its talented volunteers and professionals who contribute to the beautiful, humanizing facial reconstruction of some of the decedents! The case isn’t particularly based on the real event but rather a creation of a mish-mash of many different cases as well as fictional details.

Paring: Slider x Maverick, with forensic sculptor! Ice and FBI investigator! Goose.

Rating: Teen and up for now. Might throw some sexy stuff later.

Warning: graphic description of violence, dead body & suicide (no major character death). Very inaccurate description of how law enforcement works in the US (I’ll fix it later! Sry! Please let me know if there are something you’re familiar with because that’d help a lot!)

In 1991, a case reopens in San Diego, California. The case where a White woman aged between 30-45 was found deceased in a wooded area with a gunshot wound in her head in 1978.

She was not facially recognizable with decomposition and animal activities, as well as the wound inflicted by the impact of close proximity gunshot. A medical examination concluded she had large amount of alcohol and some sleep medicine in her system at the time of her death, possibly making her disoriented, and the purse containing her personal belongings left at the scene had a empty bottle of pills whose label had been scratched off.

She cut all tags off from her clothes which consist of a polka dot summer dress, a pair of white heeled sandals (size 5), blue bra and a white underpants with laces, all found on the decedent’s body except for one of her sandals, possibly due to animal activities as observed in her post-mortem scars on her right leg. She was approximately 5’ to 5’3 inches tall and weighed about 140 lbs. She had fair complexion with chin-length red hair, naturally straight and styled curly, but the advanced state of her decomposition hindered the examiners to determine her eye color.

The location she was found is close to the region where prostitutes and hitchhikers frequent and she is theorized to be particularly familiar with the area, suggesting she had been working in sex trade in San Diego area.

Even though she carried no ID or tax stamps, receipts, or credit cards with her at the time of her death, a possible clue to her identity was found in her purse, which is a piece of paper (approx. 4 inches wide and 1.6 inches long) with the message following:

I love you so much Jannie/Jennie/Jamie (the exact words differ depending on the sources) .

I can’t be there anymore but I’ll always love you & wish you the best.

To people this may concern Im [sic] sorry for every-thing [sic]. xxxx

The message was scribbled with a blue-ink pen, but it lacked her signature and nobody with the name in the letter has come forward after the initial information was released in California region.

It is theorized that the person in the letter is either her friend, family (possibly a sibling or a husband) or her child, who she might have been estranged with at the time of her death.

No foul play is suspected in her case and her death has been concluded as a suicide by gunshot.

“….And we’re renewing her facial approximation, which hasn’t been updated since the initial discovery.” Pete scans the case file containing the composite—a basic photomontage. Her silent face is devoid of any emotions he can tell right away, frozen in time, something he’s so used to seeing. “Right. Well, we gotta contact Tom about this.”

Tom Kazansky from Los Angeles Police Department. He’s a forensic anthropologist who specializes in sculpture. A great contributor of his and Nick’s cases with an ice-cold precision, he’s also been a close friend of them—with his great dedication for his job and his deadbeat sense of humor.

“About that.” Nick interjects. “I don’t think we can, Pete. Or we should, for that matter.”

“Why not?” Pete asks, slightly frustrated but mostly surprised at the statement. “We’re lacking a good reconstruction and he’s the best candidate we’ve ever got.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Nick says with a small shrug. “But he’s on a family leave, remember?”

Oh.

Oh, right. Now he remembers.

“Good for him, yeah?” Nick smiles. “A kid is such a bundle of joy. I still think of the day Brad came home with my sweetest wife whenever I’m feeling low.”

“Shit, Nicky.” Pete groans as he rubs his face with his hand. Maybe two months without a break really does something to his memory. “I can’t believe I forgot that, man. I even sent some gifts for him back in October.”

“Workaholic.”

“Yo, shut up.”

He playfully smacks Nick’s head as they leave. The perk of having a witty partner is he never gets bored at work—with a side effect of never getting a break.

Finding another forensic artist was, to his surprise, a smooth process. Tom has assigned a substitute while he was away, taking care of his wife and his newborn baby girl.

Ron Kerner.

A forensic artist at LAPD, working in Tom’s lab. His portfolio shows a series of drawings of people. He seems to have worked on both the composites of criminals and victims, with him predominantly working on the identification of latter.

Flipping through the thick file, he reaches to the section titled ‘John & Jane Does’. And—damn, how lively and colorful those portraits are.

They are all smiling, some of their grins are wider than others with a more sly-looking expression. There are four comparisons between a then-unidentified person and their living photos, and Ron seems to have captured their unique facial features on point while…humanizing them, however tragic their last moments may have been.

Talented, indeed. Pretty empathetic, he might add. No wonder Tom has assigned his role to him.

“Bradshaw!”

A voice echoes in the hall as they finish talking to the receptionist. Nick turns around and waves back with a big grin on his face.

The man stands in front of them. He’s muscular, slightly shorter than Nick yet still way taller than Pete himself. Towering, but his relaxed stance makes him seem friendly, combined with the toothy grin on his angular face. His curly brown hair complements his tanned skin. Judging from the way he presents himself, Pete assumes he’s not a visitor here.

“Hey bud!” Nick says and shakes hands with the man. “Still dwelling in the lab, huh?”

“Oh you shut your pretty mouth, dickhead.” He chuckles almost affectionately.

“Pete, this is Ron. Ron Kerner from LAPD. Ron, this is Pete. Pete Mitchell.”

Ron Kerner.

The man looks at Pete and reaches out his hand, which he’s quick to shake.

“I really liked your portfolio.”

Pete mutters almost instinctively as he shakes his hand, realizing how awkward he sounds a moment later. Ron looks at him with slightly widened eyes, curiosity flickering in his beautiful hazel irises.

“Uh, I mean…I’m Pete Mitchell. Call me Pete.”

“Thanks.” Ron says with a smile with a tinge of shyness on the corners of his droopy eyes, although well-concealed by his bold voice. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pete. Tommy always talks about you guys.”

“Yeah.” Pete answers as their hands part, leaving a pleasant warmth on his cold skin. “Pleasure to meet you, too, Mr. Kerner.”

“Hey, Ron’s just fine.” He says. “We’re about the same age, right? Don’t make me feel old.”

“You can call him Ronnie if you want, Pete.” Nick says. “Bet you’ll get along just fine. He’s just as immature as you.”

“What did you say, jackass?”

Their eyes shot at each other as their voices almost synchronize, much to Nick’s amusement.

“Damn it, Nick!”

“Shit, Bradshaw.” Ron mutters at Nick’s smirking face that Pete’s so familiar with at this point of his career. “Let me be cool and act like an adult in front of this guy, alright?”

“Ha! Jokes on you, Kerner. You’ve already said dickhead like you always do.” Nick teases. “C’mon, Pete. You think he’s mature? With his taste in jokes like that? Betcha get along well, darling. Already in synch.”

Ron pouts at Nick with a small pfft sound, a gesture he didn’t think a guy this big could pull off.

“Get along well, huh?” Pete chuckles, lightly patting Ron on the shoulder.

“Great start, I guess.” He grins. “Though I can’t wrap my head around how you tolerate this bastard.”

“Me neither, man.”

Ron barks out a laugh as Nick pokes Pete on the arm, grumbling at how the table has turned.

Ron Kerner.

Today was the first time they’ve met. He’d been faceless to Pete for almost a month, ever since they first called in the most basic business-like manner, talking about grown-up stuff, in contrast to the almost overwhelming amount of portraits he sent him.

“Hey, Nick?”

“What?”

“Can you see an artist in his own work?”

Nick blinks a little, his eyes briefly shot up from the road. They are on their way to go back to their office in his car, idly listening to the local radio as the town passes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Pete stretches his arms and loops them around the headrest. “It’s weird, I know.”

“I thought you lost your mind and decided to be a philosopher instead.” Nick says. “But I guess you can.”

“How?”

A few seconds of silence filled the car before Nick speaks, absentmindedly stroking his mustache.

“A part of your soul leaves your body to live in the world of your art, forever.” Nick mutters. “I don’t know, Pete. That’s just how I feel. A part of me becomes something not mine, and he dances with the music as I play it.”

Pete can only nod in response. Nick has always been enthusiastic about music. Tom has been artistic, too. He’s a professional artist as well as being a full-time officer, for God’s sake.

“I guess that’s true for Ron, y’know.” Nick says. “Considering the subjects he deals with daily.”

His fingers skim through the pictures. A Black teenager with shoulder-length braids, grinning widely in her denim overalls. A middle-aged Hispanic man with a box of tobaccos in his hand, smiling softly. One of the portraits depicts a woman and a child, possibly her son, chin-up and looking serene together in the wind.

“Ron’s a good guy, Pete.” Nick smiles and shoots a knowing gaze at his partner in the passenger seat. “I wasn’t joking when I said you’d get along.”

“Yeah.” He answers, lowering his eyes in approval. “I suppose so.”

He closes the file and traces the black lettering on the back of it.

Ron Kerner, it says.

Lined in ink, detailed with colored pencils and some markers. Pete can still feel the strokes of his pencils under his fingertips.

[irishyuri]

these were such fun warmups lmao COWBOY AU (briefly) BACK ONLINE ‼️‼️

[xxrougefangxx]

Jason Todd x Reader fic recs

This is originally made for @marinas-trench , but anybody can use this. Will update as I find more

Added little notes in pink to specify some stuff, includes BOTH platonic and romantic works.

Anybody who does use these recs please try to reblog works- that's the Tumblr algorithm likes don't do anything- to help the authors out <3 (no pressure tho)

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Authors because I can't pick a favorite work:

DC Masterlist by @sanguineterrain - The works speak for themselves.

@jasmines-library - Includes lots of platonic batfamily x reader and the hurt/comfort is just *chefs kiss*

@morverenmaybewrites Ao3 link- Her works are just godsend. She portrays Jason in such a beautiful way and acknowledges his trauma as well.

@minnieearsposts Ao3 Link - Jason works are 10/10, but she also has many other fics that connect with each other. Definitely recommend

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - All of the au's are just magnificent! There's no master list but you can check the works out using tags.

Batfam masterlist by @book-place - All works are platonic

@writersfailure - Honestly a gold mine, check out their dc master list and other fics as well!

@wh1sp3rr - The jackpot at the end of the rainbow. That's all I'm going to say

@dccomicsimagines - Amazing pieces of work that I can't believe I didn't find before.

Series :

love is not designed for the cynical by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels - The thoughts and emotions are portrayed SO BEAUTIFULLY!!! And while Jason is just spectacular, I also recommend the other series as well.

What we want by @sophiethewitch1 - It's with all the batboys

Crimson Red by @ravenna-reid - Has multiple parts all located on the master list.

Guard Dog by @mostly-imagines

Your secrets are ours, kid by@jaythes1mp - Platonic and yandere

again &. again masterlist by @acid-ixx - Platonic and yandere

Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie by @urmoonlightbebe - I can't believe I almost forgot to add this here

Batfam x neglected reader by @dickgraysonass - Platonic

Gilded Cage by @heavysighing-dreamyeyes

Headcannons/Drabbles:

Girl!DadJason by @in-som-niyah

Reaction to you letting go of their hand by @gay-dorito-dust - Its paired up with both Dick and Damian

Existentional Crisis by @millyhelp

College student!Jason by @orchidsangel

BabyDaddy! Jason fic idea by @kuromitos

Unnamed by @aldryrththerainbowheart

Saturdays by @zer0wzs

Unnamed by @misdeliria

Artist!Reader by @charliedakotariley - This is so wholesome I love it

Fics:

JasonTodd x Fem!Reader by @spidernuggets - reader gets stuck in a time loop to save Jason

sickly sweet romance of u & jay by @wh1sp3rr

Unnamed by @millyhelp

tired and touchstarved!Jason by @indulgentdaydream

A Spoonful of Honey by @stararch4ngelqueen

Golden by @orionremastered

Reader who likes Superman more than Batman by @spidernuggets

Reader who prefers Superman more than batman (different fic than above) by @gay-dorito-dust

Rescuer by @kimberly-spirits13

graceless by @udiudijaye - platonic batfam x batsis but love the fic and had to recommend

Take care by @batsycline69

Forensic Psychologist Reader by @ravenna-reid

What are you doing here? by @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all

What a night by @batboysandgirls

call me your fool by @jasonsmirrorball

18+ Works MDNI

Til Death Do We Part Brings Us Together by @luvf4ngz - I love the au idea!

Jason distracting you from studying by @millyhelp

Slumber Party by @dollwritesarchive - Includes Dick

Thoughts on Jason being rough by @midnightorchids

jason 'don't run from this dick' todd by @killakalx

BabyDaddy!Jason by @hanasnx

Say Sorry by @dancewithdeath11

Jason fucking reader in the Batmobile by @martiniluvr

Series 18+

guns and roses masterlist by @jayswhorex

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ UNCONVENTIONAL AUs ~ PROMPT LIST

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

artist x muse AU

mutual third-wheeling AU

multiple identities AU

neighbours AU

antique shop AU

metro/bus AU

forensics AU

fairytale AU

abroad/vacation AU

sleepwalking AU

med school AU

fellow parents at the kindergarten AU

cashier AU

journalist AU

underwater/mermaid AU

lab AU

rich heritage AU

bakery AU

dream AU

countryside AU

centaur AU

domestic AU

edwardian era AU

ghost AU

makeup artist AU

hostage AU

pet/petshop AU

library AU

small town AU

masquerade ball AU

spilling drink AU

pen pal AU

evening school AU

near death experience AU

mailman AU

temporary roommates AU

matchmaking AU

gym AU

tall x smol AU

furniture store AU

horse race AU

karaoke AU

workaholic x janitor AU

long train ride AU

roommate's best friend AU

blackout AU

fake marriage for undercover mission AU

witness protection AU

drunk AU

secret dating at work AU

[darqx]

Hi I understand if you don't reply, but I was wondering if you have any advice to beginners who want to start making their ocs a reality? (Like in the sense of having Charecters that have been in your thoughts for a while, but it's hard to encapsulate them into physical form?) As I have some that id like to make either into a game or comic but I'm a little stuck..

Also I'm curious if there will be any other content with the best boy himself rire?? : 0

Hullo! Ah, (physically) designing characters, how fun ❤️ - there is part of a reason why I only have a handful of them lol XD; ANYWAY here are three things that help me, so hopefully they can help you as well :)

(I'll use Demon!Rire as an example as unless you are an old guard of mine, he will probably be the most recognisable of my characs.)

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❓What do you know about them?

First of all since you already have your character in mind, congratulations you are most of the way there already! It's helpful to know the general vibe of them. And I don't mean the super detailed things that may arise from like..."Get to know your OC" quizzes - we are more looking for the core feeling of a character here. If you dumped this character into different AUs what things are going to stay the same/similar? Some things you should consider are:

What is their personality like? Why do they do the things they do?

Do I already have any physical traits for them in mind? Hair/eye/skin colour? Body type? Age? Name??

📝 Write a simple paragraph or some dot points about your character with these things in mind.

---EXAMPLE---

Sophisticated and charming, Rire outputs an aura of power and elegance. His pleasing physical appearance and gentlemanly demeanour usually enchants or commands people. Realistically, he is extremely manipulative and sadistic, and finds entertainment in the reactions of others.

---/EXAMPLE---

🤔 Make informed choices

Ok cool, you know something about your charac! Now build upon what you know to make them real - it is important here to try and match your design choices with the characterisation and "why"s of the character, and less with what you personally think will be cool/cute/whatever. What I mean by this is just pretend they are a person you are describing to a forensic sketch artist - you are giving "facts" as to what you think they look like not making stuff up (eg you would NOT be like "oh yeh she was totally a punk rocker however i'm going to say she wore a long flowing gown cos I think she'd look prettier in it?"*)

*Note that designing a character with opposites in mind can work out if you can at least answer the cursory "why" of it being a part of the character design. For eg maybe the punk rocker is secretly the alter ego of a socialite - flowing gowns and high fashion by day, grunge by night. Like Batman.

📝 Feel free to use dress up doll games and image searches for particular types of clothes/hairstyles/etc if you need inspiration. Thumbnail a bunch of different designs and see what works.

---EXAMPLE---

In my prev example paragraph I highlighted a few things in red. Here I'll break down how they can help craft a physical appearance:

Sophisticated and charming / elegance - to me, these combined make me think of ballrooms and black tie functions and nice suits. A well tailored outfit and someone who knows how to wear them.

Gentlemanly demeanour (well to some degree lol) - since I already know he's hundreds of years old (973 to be exact) I decided that an aristocratic Victorian-esque aesthetic would suit him. Somewhere in between a modern look and something with a bit more fantasy steampunk flair. He smiles quite genially until he's doing it with all his teeth.

Aura of power - he's got to be a bit of an imposing character so he's quite tall (or at least taller than all of my other characs) and carries himself confidently. Hooray for the ability to loom. Dark colours for this character, to cut an impressive figure.

Pleasing physical appearance - kinda stereotypical type of good looks that aesthetically most people would be like "yeh he's pretty". Athletic build - muscular but not bulky, broad shoulders, tapered waist etc etc.

Extremely manipulative - first of all, he looks rather human, for a demon - his entire species is designed very particularly like that. Then there's the sunglasses. The "why" [does he wear them] is they function to hide his eyes (one of the main parts of him that give away his demon-ness), but also as a bit of a red flag to the audience that something isn't quite right with him. I mean, look past his charm and he wears them all the time. The black and yellow colour scheme also ties in as warning colours ⚠️

Put them all together and this was one of my first sketches of Demon!Rire.

*Note that I already more or less knew how he looked other than his outfit; you will probably have a lot more sketch duds as you figure out what your character looks like.

---/EXAMPLE---

🔐 Don't lock yourself in

Despite the fact I've just said "pretend your character is a person", remember you're still their creator so obviously you have final say over them. Sometimes you'll find that they grow and change from what you initially thought of them (or you just evolve in how you draw them). Don't be afraid to make the tweaks and changes that enhance these - whether they be physical or core characteristics - and you'll get closer to the true character you always had in mind.

---EXAMPLE--

I now draw Rire with a more pronounced V-shape, longer, wavier hair, and somehow he ended up with way more pronounced eyelashes than I usually draw on my male characs. Which works out quite well considering how I tend to draw his eyes. Anyway the point of this is that these things developed over time as I kept drawing him.

---/EXAMPLE---

🍀 Try it out with your own characs! Have fun and don't force yourself to try and get it "right" on the first go.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

an incomplete list of my hced modern!muggle!au sirius black jobs !!!

neurosurgeon

nuclear physicist

mechanic

highschool maths teacher

make up artist

quantum physics professor

tattoo artist

criminal lawyer

artist (guitarist, vocalist, violinist, pianist)

f1 driver

bartender

forensic phycologist

vet

parkour instructor

runway model

crime scene investigator

landlord

prisonor reform advocate

[leosficlist]

Johnlock Fluff rec list Part 2!

Back again! Here are some stories of getting together, and fluffy domestic warm fuzzy feelings!

Johnlock Fluff Part 1 here

The Barter System by brbsoulnomming 6.9k words

“Sherlock and John form a bartering system. Well, Sherlock does, anyway.”

notes: sharing clothes, getting together, includes a first time but overall feels fluff

A Long December by LondonSpirit 3.1k words

John and Sherlock get snowed in, Sherlock doesn't feel well and John looks after him.

notes: first kiss, bed sharing for warmth

Hope Springs Eternal by QuinnAnderson 4k words

John Watson and Sherlock Holmes go on holiday, and Sherlock has romance on the brain.

notes: Sherlock being romantic, first kiss/time

The Source of Light by bookjunkiecat 4k words

During the outbreak of the virus, John, as medical personnel, is essential on the medical frontlines. This means a necessary separation from his loved ones. Stretched thin, exhausted, he nevertheless makes time for a Skype call with Sherlock and Rose. Even though all he wants is to finally tell Sherlock how much he loves him, now isn't the time. Circumstances, however, don't always work as we expect.

notes: parentlock, COVID-19 mention

Insomnia by youtextd 4.4k words

Sherlock and John can't sleep.

notes: love filled getting together, first time

So, this is normal for us now? by TooManyChoices 1.4k words

John and Sherlock have been sharing a flat, and a life for some time. This is a story of how the glacially slow movement of their relationship makes another agonising crawl forward another inch.

notes: bed sharing, mentions sex but no smut

It’s In The Details by KimbiaBlue 4.2k words

“I’d like for us to meet with a forensic artist, to determine how capable we are of describing one another to a perfect stranger, should there be a need in future.”

In which John struggles to adequately describe Sherlock Holmes, and also thinks about his lips a lot.

notes: post-mary, no baby mention

Nothing So Sweet by @alexxphoenix42 5.2k

In an alternate universe, Sherlock is busy keeping to himself, tending his bees, and selling lovely jars of honey when a soldier limps into his life quite unexpectedly.

notes: au, first date first time fluff

and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink 2.6k

"You've written love letters," Sherlock asserted.

A Bit of Spring by Avice 3.3k words

Sherlock is in love and almost buys flowers. John is confused until a good old fumble in the dark helps him see the light.

notes: sherlock in love, jealous john, trapped together first kiss, first time

A hiccup in the plan by jamlockk 1.3k words

"In retrospect, it might have happened anyway. As it was, circumstances converged to create conditions conducive to finding himself trapped in a small space, pressed close to his half-furious, half-laughing flatmate, trying desperately to stop the undignified squeaks erupting from his esophagus. Sherlock later reflected that, if he'd known that's all it would take for John to kiss him, he'd have got stuck in a cupboard on a stake out long ago."

34 Minutes by bendingsignpost 4.6k words

An experiment in eye contact.

notes: truly lovely

Wish I Was in Heaven Sitting Down by @blogstandbygo 3.2k words 🔒

Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn't. A history of the boys, in food.

notes: through the years til post s4, minorly hurt john

The Trouble With Being Subtle by Victory Candescence 5.4k words

In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.

notes: Sherlock is bad at flirting

[sexysapphicshopowner]

🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): What would usually be just an intimate night turned into a horrific tragedy

🤎 Lady Dimitrescu x wife!reader

🤎 CW/TW: slight smut?, suggestive language, angst, lesbians, pet names, grief, accidental death/murder, blood drinking, reader is an artist and photographer, Alci is a depraved baby with many issues, bloodlust, mental health issues, no use of y/n, barely proofread

🤎 A/N: I cried whilst writing this- you're welcome

🤎 Notes: No description of reader, this version of Alcina isn't exactly my personal headcanon of her, but more an idea I had for her that I decided to write, I did research for the death scene on a timeline of what it's like to bleed to death and tried my best to apply the different things that happen to the body to this particular fic. I'm in no way a doctor or anything, the best thing I've got is a certification in Forensic Science so I also used my knowledge from that to give what you're about to read

🤎 Word count: 5.2k

The lady of the castle sat at her vanity, scrutinizing every little detail of her face. She studied the wrinkles, lines, and cracks of her features before covering them with makeup, perfectly slipping behind the mask that everyone knew as Lady Dimitrescu. 

She glanced behind her in the mirror at the sound of her bedroom door opening, eyes meeting yours as she applied her lipstick, “Ah, my love, you’re home early.” 

You wasted no time in making your way across the room, slinking your arms over her shoulders as you planted a kiss to her cheek, holding out a photo in front of her, “I had to, look at how my latest pictures of you came out.” 

Alcina's expression remained unchanged, even as you kissed her cheek. Her eyes focused squarely on the photograph. Her gaze swept over the image once, then twice. 

"Hm," she murmured, her eyes wandering back to your face. "You like these?" She asked. The question was innocent enough, but her demeanor suggested something altogether different. 

You deflated just slightly at her dry response, nodding as you studied the photo for yourself, “Of course, I do, love. You look amazing.” 

“You think I look amazing,” she repeated slowly, her voice flat. “And did you think of me when looking at these pictures? Or simply my appearance?” The question was followed up by a long, drawn-out pause. 

“Well?” She leaned forward on the vanity, asking point blank as she met your eyes in the reflection again. 

“I-I....” 

"What? Speak up, don't be modest. I want to hear your thoughts." She purred, her eyes trained on yours. Golden irises gleamed in the candlelight, as she held your gaze steadily. 

You fixed your gaze onto hers, voice sincere as you answered, “I thought of you quite fondly when developing the photos... It’s why I came back home. I wished to be in your presence after seeing your face for so long.” 

Alcina's gaze softened at this. The corners of her lips curled into a smirk as she glanced down at the picture, and then back up to you. "And do you believe me to be a beautiful woman?" She asked. The question was an obvious one, but the vampire wanted to hear the words fall from your own lips. 

You ducked your head, eyes remaining on hers in the mirror as you pressed a kiss to her shoulder, "More beautiful than any man or woman to ever walk this Earth." 

Alcina dimpled sweetly, her lips curling into a pleased grin. She knew she was beautiful. It was a fact- one that you reminded her of regularly. But to hear you describe her as such... The sound of her own ego being stroked tickled a deep, dark place within her. 

"I am glad that you think so, my love," she purred. "You know, there is something I want from you tonight." 

You set the photo down, practically instantly forgetting about it as you brought your hands to her arms, “Yes? Anything.” 

"I want... " Her voice quivered with anticipation, as her gaze swept over your form. "You." Alcina reached up, pressing her delicate fingers against your cheek. "I want you tonight. All to myself." 

A chuckle escaped your lips as you pressed a few open-mouthed kisses to her throat, “Yeah? You want me?” 

"I want to savor every inch of your body." Alcina purred, her voice dropping to a low, husky rumble. She traced a single fingernail down the line of your jaw, trailing towards your chin. "I want you. With every fiber of my being. I want to worship you." 

You let out a hum, nipping at her skin, “Come to bed, Alci... then you can have me.” 

"But I want to have you... right here," she cooed, almost trying to coax you into staying there with her. "I want everyone to know that you are mine. Only mine." The countess grabbed your wrist and hauled you close, trapping you between her and the vanity in one swift motion as her mouth trailed from your neck down to your collarbone, biting down gently on your skin. "Mine." 

You sucked in a breath, clutching her arms for purchase as you adjusted yourself atop the vanity, “Fuck... y-yeah...” 

"Such a good girl," she purred, her other hand snaking its way past your hair to grip onto the nape of your neck. She bit the soft skin of your neck as she nuzzled closer to your ear, her lips brushing against the sensitive spot just behind your lobe as she spoke, "No one will have you. Ever. You belong only to me. Do you understand?" 

Your lady lover had used such possessive and outright aggressive language with you before, but you didn’t notice the cloudy look misting her golden irises as she spoke, your lip nestling between your teeth before you released it to let out a breathy answer, “Yes... only yours...” 

Alcina's lips curved into a pleased grin as her fangs sparkled in the low light. She could do whatever she pleased with you... And you would enjoy every moment of it. She pulled back slightly to gaze down at your flushed face, tilting her head slightly. 

"Good girl," she praised. For a moment, it seemed as if she might kiss you. But her lips instead met your neck in a lingering, passionate kiss punctuated by sharp canines. 

You let out a hiss the second you felt the slight sting of her canines pricking into your skin, “Shit...” 

"You like that, do you," Alcina purred, her grip on your neck tightening slightly as her fangs sank deeper into your skin. Golden eyes glowed in the dim light, pupils dilated before they narrowed in on their prey. "How does it feel to be at my mercy?" 

"A-Alci.... please...." 

Her answer was a slow, drawn-out purr as she withdrew a single fang before she bit down again, her mouth a suction that fed from the sweet blood as she pulled you deeper and deeper into her hungry embrace. She moaned, eyes growing half lidded as the taste of you on her tongue sent waves of pleasure through her veins. 

Your brows knit together, hands gripping her arms tighter as you felt a lot more pain than you usually did when you would allow her to drink from you, “Alci.... hurts....” 

She simply let out a hum as she tilted her head slightly, your back now resting against the vanity as she was hunched over you like a true predator. You were pinned under her as she continued to drink from your neck. 

“Does my little blood bag feel woozy,” Alcina asked, voice taunting and holding a sort of just slightly playful mockery. She hummed with her every suckle, as if savoring the taste of you. Her nails trace against the back of your neck, her touch as sharp as a razor. 

You struggled against her hold, tapping her shoulder repeatedly as your vision began to go a bit hazy, “B-baby... please... don’t...” 

“Please what, my love,” she purred her lips curling into a playful smile, attaching right back to your neck as she continued to drain you of your life force. 

You were always so much sweeter than her other maidens... The taste of your blood... It was enough to bring an ache to the core of her very being. She couldn’t get enough of it. 

Even as you tapped her shoulder, her lips remained pressed against your skin. She was in heaven, and this was her idea of making love. 

You on the other hand were beginning to panic. You didn’t find your wife when you looked down into her eyes. 

No, you didn’t know who or what you were looking at. 

Her eyes were almost venomous, pupils narrowed to slits. 

Her usual gentle, reverent touch was nowhere to be found, nails and fangs stinging against your skin. 

You felt powerless struggling against your 9-foot lover. 

Your voice gurgled in your throat, her teeth having torn the skin of your neck open in search of getting better access to your vein that she was currently drinking heavily from. 

Your heart rate is beginning to accelerate, something that doesn’t help you, but makes it much easier for your bloodthirsty wife to bleed you dry as blood is now pumping directly to the area where her mouth is accompanied by the wound from her tearing into you. 

A lightheaded, truly woozy feeling begins to set in along with a sudden wave of fatigue. 

You can’t focus outside of the blaring worries in your mind that if you don’t bleed to death from the gaping hole in your neck, your wife will certainly take care of drinking the rest of it. Your skin has gone pale, sweat beading every inch of it as your body is trying to fight back against the losses, as well as you with your pushing against her, trying to get her off of you. 

All the while, Alcina is continuing to feed. Pulling more and more of your vitality as she drank, her body was practically shaking with ecstasy, eyes rolling back as she drew deeper and deeper from the vein. 

Primal growls rumbled out of her throat, her breathing heavy and hot against you. 

She was far too sucked in to realize what she was doing. She was killing you. Her love, her life, her light. 

Alcina would never. 

And yet... she was. 

With every beat of your heart and pull of her mouth suctioned to your neck... she was pushing you closer and closer to the cliff that was death. 

There’s too many feelings, too many thoughts. 

You feel spaced out, unaware of what’s even happening anymore, yet hyperaware as your anxiety is spiking to astronomical levels. Your breathing is shallow, your pushing growing weaker and weaker as your hands and feet begin to tingle. 

You’re dying. 

You know it. 

You can’t help but think about your life. 

How you came to the castle in the first place. 

You were commissioned for your work. You were a wonderful portraitist, a very skilled painter who was very adept and well-known for your art- especially your portraits. 

Originally, it was Bela who’d begged her mother to have you called into the castle to do her portrait. 

Then Daniela just had to have hers done as well because ‘look how good she painted Bels’. 

Cassandra begrudgingly asked if you’d paint her as well, only after being teased by Dani for being the only one of the three sisters to not get herself painted. 

It was after finishing the three works that you finally met the ever elusive and lady of the castle- Alcina Dimitrescu. 

Alcina took a liking to you. 

Being a patron and lover of the arts herself, she found herself drawn to your talents as a painter, sketch artist, and photographer. You also both had a shared love of jazz and blues music- a fact that led her to realizing her feelings for you. 

Your first date was in her old music room. The two of you played a few pieces on the piano together before you sat back to let her sing for you, taking pictures to use as reference for later sketches that you would gift to her after five months of courting between the two of you. 

It was a whirlwind romance, the two of you swept up in never having had a love like this before. She was the darkness to your light, the moon and stars to your sun. 

She was your muse. You were her beloved, her most devoted. 

Your marriage was a surprisingly small occasion, just a little ceremony held between the two of you, the other three Lords, and Mother Miranda as the officiant. Bela was the maid of honor, Cassandra carried the rings, and Daniela was the flower girl. It was sweet. 

Alcina herself was sweet. 

So how did things progress to here? 

There’s a pounding ripping through your skull, a headache- or perhaps migraine would be a better word- like none you’ve ever experienced before. 

How long had this been going on? 

It felt like hours. 

In truth it wasn’t more than about 4 minutes. 

Next came the ringing. A terrible and tinny noise in your ears, blocking you from hearing anything else. 

It was coupled with the terrible spinning you seemed to feel. It was disgusting. 

And once again- to make matters infinitely worse for you- you couldn’t even speak or fight back anymore. You were essentially limp within her hold at this point, almost resigning yourself to your fate now. 

Within another few seconds, your sight grows hazy, darkness seeping into the edges of your vision as your eyes turn up to the ceiling, no longer able to watch your wife. 

Then comes the sweet release of being unconscious. 

Like the world’s sickest fade to black, you passed out in her arms, not realizing how close you now were to death. 

You suffer a heart attack, the organ unable to handle the strain your wife’s drinking has now put on your body. 

Just like that... it’s over. 

In a little under 5 minutes Alcina had killed the love of her life. 

She didn’t stop when your body went limp underneath her, heart no longer pounding in your chest against her. 

No, she pulled away once the flow of blood into her mouth stopped. 

In her feeding frenzy, Alcina hadn’t truly known what she was doing to you. As the taste of your blood faded from her lips, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the haze of the drunken feeling that came along with drinking blood. 

What she found before her left her horrified. 

Cradling your still body, the countess couldn’t come to terms with the idea of you having died at her hands. 

She pressed a few kisses to your forehead in an attempt to wake you. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried, trying to will you back to life. 

She held your body close, tears continuing to brew despite her attempts to fight them back. For the first time in a while, she felt a surge in emotion.... Grief. 

This wasn’t what she had wanted. She had no intention of hurting you.... And yet, the damage had already been done. 

She brought her other hand up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your smooth skin in a last attempt to try and wake you. 

"You can't leave me..." she whispered, sobbing now at the realization. But your heart beat against her chest no longer. And your eyes were now shut, forever. 

After a few minutes of letting her tears fall, she wiped away her tears and straightened up, her red eyes staring straight ahead in silent mourning. The countess closed her eyes tightly and inhaled slowly and deeply, trying to process the loss. She also couldn’t take the sight of her face in the mirror. Your blood and her smeared lipstick staining her stark white skin. It wasn't long before her face returned to its cold and emotionless facade. 

She stared through her reflection rather than at it as she murmured, “How disappointing.” 

Her demeanor became one of stark detachment, just like that of the stone-cold killer that the soft side of her now believed herself to be. It was almost as if she hadn’t been in love with the now dead woman in her arms in the first place. 

Her hands tightened around your body as she lifted your limp form in her grasp with ease. Without much ceremony, she began to walk towards the window at the back of the chamber. 

“Now, dear one,” she began, “You shall be as one with the night.” 

As she reached the open window and stared down at the dark landscape below her, the vampiress seemed to contemplate. 

In her arms lay the woman she once called her safe space. 

Her eyes narrowed as she considered her next move. Without a second thought, she tossed your body out of the window. 

The wind howled as the form tumbled down to Earth. You plummeted through the air in a graceful spiral, the fall over so quickly that if there were even still a shred of life within you, you did not suffer for long. Your body impacted the ground with a soft thud, crumpling in a broken heap. 

In a swift moment, the countess closed the window and drew the curtains with finality. The body was nowhere to be seen, and the chamber wa just the way it was before you ever arrived. 

With a heavy sigh, Alcina finally allowed herself to sink onto her stool. For a while, she remained still in her seat, staring at the mirror in empty contemplation. 

As she sat alone in the room, she wondered to herself. 

Why had she done such a thing? 

A soft hand rose to her mouth as she wept for a moment, once again wishing to take back the events. But she knew deep down, there was no turning back. 

Eventually, Alcina rose from her chair and crossed over to the bed. She lay down on the soft mattress, staring up at the moonlight which spilled in through the curtains of the other windows in the bedchamber. 

For some time, she stared up at the ceiling, her expression blank. But slowly, the grief she felt earlier started to grow within her again. 

Unable to hold back her tears any longer, the vampire broke down into heavy sobs. She’d never loved anyone as she did you. But that love had been her exact downfall. 

She’d been blinded by her love for you and your trust for her, thinking she had the self-control not to hurt you. Yet and still, she did. 

“Why?” She whispered into the moonlight. “Why did you have to love me so much?” 

The countess released a loud, mournful wail as she cried into the night. A part of her wish so badly that she could take it all back. But she knew it was already too late for regrets. 

“It’s done,” she mumbled, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to calm herself. But her heart would not follow suit. It continued to ache for you. 

Eventually, she fell into a fitful sleep, but the night only brought nightmares which haunted her rest. 

The countess awoke the next day with a start. For a moment, she almost didn’t recognize where she was. Almost didn’t remember what had happened. Then the memories from the previous night returned. 

“No....” Alcina whispered. She turned over in her bed to face the empty side of the mattress. In your place, there was only a memory. “No....” 

Once again, the tears started to flow. “Why?” She asked herself. 

Alcina sat up in her bed, staring ahead in silence. Though your absence gnawed at her heaviy, the memories she shared with you only made the grief worse. Your loss was more than any one heart could bear, but for a vampire... Your loss would be eternal. 

“It’s not fair,” she told herself, her voice hoarse and quiet. 

“I don’t want to forget you. I want you back... so that I can feel your lips against mine... hear your soft whispers in my ear... know that you were real....” 

Before she could fall too deep into the guilt that laced itself through her grief, the phone rang. 

She answered the phone with a heavy heart, not expecting anyone but Mother Miranda to be brazen enough to call at this time. I couldn’t be but maybe an hour after sunrise. 

It was Karl. 

Instead of being greeted by his usual infuriating and condescending tone that usual was also paired with his crass words that were typically used to hurl insults at the countess- his voice was solemn as he spoke. 

The sound sent a chill down her spine, cheeks still damp with tears as she listened to him, “Hey, Alcina... A couple of my Lycans brought in a body last night.... It’s... It’s your wife...” There was a pain in his voice that Alcina had never heard from him before. 

“Do you want me to bring her over for a proper burial, or...?” 

Alcina was thrown back by the question. Before she could reply, grief and guilt simultaneously struck her like lightning, her legs turning to jelly beneath her. A hand shot to her mouth, as if to shield herself from hearing any more words. 

"No..." 

It was the only reply that escaped her lips. In her eyes, she could see it all again... 

Your body plummeting through the window, your face pale, your limbs broken. That look on your face as you died... 

She bit her palm, trying to distract herself from the horror. 

Heisenberg called out when the vampiress didn’t say anything, “Are you alright? What happened to her?” 

"Karl, please," Alcina pleaded, her voice coming out hoarse as if she had just wept for hours. The countess wanted nothing more than to fall back into bed and drown in a sea of grief, unable to face the truth of your death once more. 

"I... I cannot talk about it. Please, just... bring her body to me so I can bury her. There is no need for any of us to speak of what happened... it's better that way," she pleaded, her voice filled with misery. 

“I’ll be there in an hour.... I’m really sorry, Alcina...” 

The countess was silent for a moment. For the first time, she felt truly powerless. She didn't wish to remember the way you died at her hands, and yet as she awaited your body... The pain and guilt was suffocating. 

"Thank you" she replied quietly, a single tear rolling down her cheek. 

What would your family think? Your friends, your loved ones... Would they ever know the truth? They were going to have to. In some way, this was her fault. 

No, she wanted a funeral. And you would have it. 

One hour. 

That was all that separated Alcina from her greatest mistake. But in this time, she did what she could to prepare for your arrival. 

A casket- made of elegant wood and lined with elvet of a deep garnet hue- was prepared. It wasn’t new. You had made it saying she’d need somewhere to put you when your time in her life finally expired. 

She couldn’t help but cry as she remembered how happy you two had been together. How much you had loved her. 

Your hair and body was washed, a crown of roses placed in your hair- Alcina's handiwork. 

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she stared at your beautiful face in the casket. She could almost hear you whispering in her ear... Telling her that you loved her and just how much as you often did. She wanted nothing more than to hold you one last time and kiss you deeply. But as she reached out to do so, a dark feeling came over her. 

The truth was hidden in that darkness. 

“Please.... forgive me,” she whispered, tears rolling down her cheek. 

She had to excuse herself from the little ceremony to what used to be your shared room. 

She ended up at her vanity, gripping the edge of it before her eyes fell on the last picture you had ever taken of her. The one you had brought with you from the night before. 

It was a portrait of Alcina in her most vulnerable state. Her hair disheveld, her eyes hazy as she had just awakened from sleep when the photo was taken. 

Still, the photo was one of the best memories you’d held of her. 

She was beautiful, regardless of how much sorrow and grief had taken hold. 

Holding onto the photo for a moment, Alcina turned it over repeatedly, a faint smile crossing her red lips. 

“I’ll see you again one day, my love,” she whispered, her voice choked with tears. 

“We haven’t said goodbye yet.” 

After a long few long moments of staring at your portrait of her, the countess dried her tears and returned to the casket room that held you rcasket to stare down at your still face. 

The tears came again, but she was too far down the rabbit hole to turn back. 

With her hands, Alcina closed your eyes with all of the love she held for you. She couldn’t bare your gaze any longer. But she couldn’t bear your silence either... 

As Alcina kissed your cheeks with gentle tenderness, memories of your first kiss came rushing back to her. It was nothing but a distant shadow now. 

In all the centuries that she had walked the Earth, Alcina had never felt love like this. She had shared her flesh with countless lovers, but it meant nothing... Not now. 

Because this- you... you were different. 

“Sleep, my love. Dream of our nights spent together.... our passion...” 

Alcina burshed a stray lock of hair behind your ear- chest tightening when your eyes didn’t open at the motion- before she took a step back. 

“We’ll be together again soon,” she promised, a pained smile on her lips. 

The countess stayed with you for a while, the weight of her grief slowly becoming much mor eoverwhelming. But eventually, she had to bring herself together to say her final goodbye before Karl buried your casket. 

She rose from her seat for the final time, looking down on you for a moment. 

“I’ll find you in my next dream.” 

Her voice was barely even audible before she turned on her heel, turning over her shoulder to take one last look at your peaceful face before she withdrew from the room. 

“I love you, dearest. Always." 

Alcina shut her bedroom door and closed every curtain. 

It was the first time in a long time that she had been left alone inside her chamber- neither you nor any of the girls there to come bother her. For so long you had been there.... your soft voice to comfort her... your warm body to hold at night in bed. 

But now- for the first time- this place felt empty, colder, lifeless without you. 

Alcina took a deep, shaky breath as she fought back her tears. 

She approached the window where she ahd so coldly tossed your body out, the chill of the wind stiniging and reminding her of that very moment. 

Perhaps you wished to speak to her. Bid her your own last farewell. 

With this thought in mind, she took a deep breath as she stared out into the night, “If you can hear me, my love, I want you to know...” 

The wind howled loudly as if to answer her words. 

“I will always love you,” she finished, her eyes gazing up at the sky. 

Though the chill of the wind bit at her heart she didn’t bother with closing the curtains back again. She wanted to be as close as possible to where you lay, so that her words could travel further with the hopes of reaching you somehow. 

“I’ll see you some day soon, darling... I’ll see you soon....” 

A few tears found their way from her eyes. At the salty sting, she shut her window, head bowed. 

The wind’s howling died down as she shut the window behind her. She stood in front of it for a moment, as if you were just beyond the curtains. 

A small smile spread across her lips at the thought. 

"Farewell, you magnificent creature," she whispered, as a final tear tumbled down her cheek. 

"My beautiful darling." 

For a second, Alcina's heart stilled. The silence seemed deafening. 

She waited a moment, hoping to hear you speak one last time. 

She only heard the silence of nighttime, and her own soft breath in her chest. 

"If you can hear me," the countess began after a long while. "I hope it's not painful beyond death," she whispered, her voice choked with regret. "I hope that I haven't failed you somehow." 

She was silent for a moment, before speaking again. 

"I'll never forget you." 

A moment passed, and a sigh escaped the countess. She turned around, stepping back into the darkness of her bedchamber. For a moment, the shadows seemed to dance and shimmer, as if your spirit was right there with her. 

The wind whistled outside. No. 

She was going insane. 

"I'm sorry," Alcina whispered, her voice filled with sorrow and guilt. "I should have been more careful. Maybe if I had been a better woman, you'd still be here with me." 

Her voice was thick with grief. 

After a few more moments of silence, Alcina sat down on her bed. 

"I'll tell you about myself," she spoke quietly, her voice almost breaking into tears more than once. 

"My favorite color is dark green. My favorite food is… was… well. You." She chuckled, "I like to read and listen to music. My favorite genre is jazz. My favorite band is… was.. uh. Never mind." 

She fell silent again, taking a second to compose herself. She took a deep breath and continued. 

"My favorite season is fall. I love looking at the orange leaves as they fall to the ground. I love the way the trees change color in the autumn. I remember how when it was still warm enough you would bring the girls and I outside to rake and play in the leaves..." 

Another pause. 

"My favorite time is night. When the birds and animals fall quiet, and the darkness closes in. My father used to say it's beautiful, but I think it's sad. A sort of beautiful kind of sadness... This melancholic time when all is quiet but yet, it isn’t. Wind still blows... trees still rustle... chirps of the daytime become the hooting sounds of owls..." 

She laughed, the sound of her voice breaking her heart a tiny bit. 

"Your favorite time was dawn, wasn't it?" She was speaking to herself now. 

"We shared two things in common, did we not?" 

She continued quietly, "We were passionate about art, and music." Her voice shook a little, tears now rolling down her cheeks. 

"You would have loved to read my poetry, I just know. I remember how you used to ask about it and then I would always tell you that you had to let me see inside your sketchbook first." 

She fell silent again, thinking about her words before speaking again. 

"We were both lonely, and that's why we found each other. I mean, of course, it was thanks to Bela and the girls’ portraits, but in essence our attraction was built out of a sort seeking of solace in one another, no?" 

Alcina's words became softer and softer as she spoke as if she was speaking to you. 

"I know how much you wanted to paint me… how we spoke about it almost every day. Every night before bed you would come in, hands tracing the lines and features of my face... You’d say ‘Oh, Alci... my darling how I wish you’d model for me’..." She chuckled softly. Her chest ached with a thousand needles and pins as she remembered your words. 

"I was always too tired. I wished I could've been a better muse for you, a better woman, a better lover." 

Alcina's voice was breaking, but she still wanted to tell you one last thing. 

"If you hear this," She murmured into the darkness, "I have to tell you..." 

"I love you."

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[mnemo-sick]

Chromedome, for the send me a character ask? ;)

thank you rushing-waters!!!

(this is probably obvious but many spoilers incoming)

First impression

"wow, the artists really are pushing the proportions on these character designs, huh?" -my thoughts when reading for the first time

no seriously his waist is smaller than his head. why do you have a waist so small? for other bots to grab? (yes) (five husbands)

actually seriously tho mtmte was such an intricate fast-paced colorful blur on the first read that I didn't really notice him in particular until issues #14-#16 where I uh. started paying attention. for obvious reasons.

Impression now

whiny self-deprecating loser sadboy who I love with all my heart and soul

no on subsequent reads I definitely started liking him even more. the happiest scenes are when he's fully just some guy, like in the bar talking with swerve about nightmare fuel or trying to guess people from their transformation noises. he's also really good at his job!! (not just mnemosurgery, but forensics in general!) and sorry rodimus, but I would invite him along just for his dry wit.

Favorite moment

I thought for a long time about this one and I think there's just too many to choose from. but if I had to give one off the dome, (ha), maybe that little moment at the beginning of the time travel arc where he's talking to rewind and defending brainstorm. because yeah! he's his friend! and he likes to think he's good at reading people.

Idea for a story

hm. maybe a post canon / au situation where they're still on the lost light and he joins a dedicated forensics team. because I think it would be good for him to feel useful after giving up mnemosurgery

Unpopular opinion

maybe not unpopular. but his holomatter avatar would not look like that. maybe it's just the 2014-ness of it but it just rubs me the wrong way. I don't know exactly what itd be. maybe long blonde stoner hair. I'm thinking he's still masc. idk. he just needs to look pathetic. sadder

Favorite relationship

I could say rewind or brainstorm, but I'm gonna go the other direction. I'm gonna say rodimus. because rewind is right, he is an enabler. actually it's worse than that, since rodimus is not just enabling self destructive behavior but actively initiating it. ordering it, even, as much as anyone on the LL really needs to listen to his orders. (sorry roddy buddy.)

no but I think about this so much. because we remember a few times in canon where rodimus orders a crew member to shoot another. and it's often the same pattern: "shoot them!" "do I shoot to kill?" "yes!" "uh... are you sure??" "okay just incapacitate them." and in these cases rodimus is asking a crew member to harm (or kill) a crew member.

but with CD, rodimus is asking him to hurt himself for the betterment of the crew. usually for the reason that having the information in a dead or unconscious person's head might tilt the balance toward their survival. so in these times, when rodimus says "hurt somebody! (yourself)" there's nobody to say "are you sure?"

(granted, CD does usually say something like "this could kill me" but I don't count it because he's bent on self destruction and he's already got his needles out. I'm sure rodimus brushes it off as that "dry wit.")

Favorite headcanon

idk where this one came from. I think it's a pretty common fanon interpretation. but I love love love the idea that brainstorm made CD's needles. the drama. the angst. I live for it. it just makes sense too! they're both incredibly skilled in their fields and I think having them overlap in this way is incredibly satisfying. (heartbreaking. gut-wrenching.)

[welcomingdisaster]

i don't have the excuse of polls this time, but i kept turning this post over in my head, and i need to get it out of my system. so, to accompany the finwean post, here the careers non-finweans have in my urban fantasy au

doriath gang:

thingol: naval captain turned movie producer, owner of a major recording studio, activist

melian: minor royalty, professional witch

luthien: professional dancer, occasional model, actress, & singer-songwriter, had leaked art-project music trend number one on the charts several times

beleg: professional archer, host of a moderately successful wilderness survival tv show

mablung: bodyguard with a mysterious past

daeron: former warlock, historian; turned down a lucrative recording deal to pursue a PhD in linguistics

edain:

hurin: security guard at a museum

morwen: forensic botany

(turin: screaming tantrums because his grilled cheese was cut into squares instead of triangles, the wrong shape for a grilled cheese)

beren: ex-convict, owner of a wild-life rescue

amlach: unsuccessful private detective

andreth: receptionist and back-up tour guide at a museum

huor: employed at turgon's mountain resort

(tuor: mad cool skateboard tricks & knowing all the transformers)

haleth: martial arts instructor

amanyar:

ingwë: minor royalty, ex-army captain, landowner

ingwë: minor royalty, has a law degree

amarië: poet, playwright, experimental artist

gondolin gang:

glorfindel: ex professional athlete, one of the original investors in turgon's resort, part-time management

ecthelion: classical musician, management at turgon's resort to pay the bills

salgant: head chef at turgon's resort

(voronwe: teen lifeguard & rafting instructor seasonally in the summers)

misc & forgotten in the previous post:

edrahil: former soldier, former stunt double, finrod's long-suffering best friend and magician's assistant

cirdan: president of a small island nation

findis: trust-fund baby coasting through the power of good investments. has a combination gelato shop & yoga studio that might bring in modern if she opened it more than 3 days a week

lalwen: divorce attorney, stand-up comedian on the side

elenwe: infectious diseases specialist

eldalote: zoo vet

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: July 28/23

Happy Friday everyone!! Hope you enjoy your last July weekend with these fantastic reads! Have fun!!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

Matters of the Hart by Enterthetadpole & WritingOutLoud (E, 5,668+ w., 2/8 Ch. || Completed WIP || Mild Case Fic, Jealousy, John's Ex-Boyfriend, Background Mystrade, Bisexual John, Past Relationships, Pining Sherlock, Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers, Fencing, Happy Ending) – How did Sherlock never know that John had an ex-boyfriend? Of the thousands of things he knows about John, some deduced, others confided in, how could he never know about this? He thought John was straight.

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Missing by topsyturvy_turtely (M, 1,127+ w., 2/? Ch. || WiP || Heavy Angst, Major Character Injury / John Whump, POV Third Person, Blood, Worried Sherlock) – Sherlock didn’t usually call anyone. He was calling John for the fourth time now. Nothing. Two times endless ringing. The next two times it went straight to the mailbox. Sherlock hit the green button again. This was getting disconcerting.

Superficial Wound, Deep Feelings by Gregorovitch (T, 2,393 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || Three Garridebs Compliant, Declarations of Love, Period-Typical Homophobia, Awkward Conversatioons, Crying, Bittersweet Ending) – After Holmes and Watson had solved the case and 'Killer' Evans had been arrested, Watson thought that it was time he had an important conversation with Holmes.

Together We Fly by Enterthetadpole & WritingOutLoud (G, 4,493 w., 1 Ch. || Pride Parades, Fluff, Established Relationship, Marriage Proposal) – A year and a half after they get back together, Sherlock and John attend London Pride. Little do they know, the day has something bigger in store for them. Part 2 of Together We Fell

For Need of Two Credits by BakerTumblings (M, 48,390 w., 8 Ch. || Teacher / Student AU || Medical Student John, Questionable Ethics, Safewords, Angst with Happy Ending, First Time, Misunderstandings, Photography, Artist Sherlock, Impulsive John, Light Dom/Sub) – John is close to finishing med school when he is informed that he must take an elective in order to graduate on time. His advisor suggests a novel opportunity working with a professor in a blended forensic art class where John can still fulfill his official obligations while getting these much needed credits. The professor? Dr. WSS Holmes, of course. 'Make contact, John,' his advisor says. 'You might actually enjoy it.'

[29625]

-Welcome to my page!-

Hi! I’m - 29625 (any pronouns)

Some info about me - I’m Japanese. 21 y/o. AFAB agender. Disabled & proud.

English is my second language and I’m still trying to figure stuff out. I hope to experiment with writing in English as well as spread my (unhealthy) obsession with Slider!

Likes - Writing, Slider/Rick Rossovich, Slimav, Top Gun, Suiyou Doudeshou/How Do You Like Wednesday?, Chargeman Ken!, JJBA, Blade Runner/Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Platoon, Synthwave, 80s-90s music (New wave/goth/punk etc etc—New Order and The Offspring are my top two favorites), Argentine alt rock & neo-tango.

I’m currently writing my Long/songfic around Slider and Maverick’s long-term romance, Just What I Needed (I Needed Someone to Feed).

Featuring: Bottom Slider/Top Maverick smut. Good foods and lots of 80s-90s music references. (And some friendship arch with Mr. Iceman to come!)

Current status: Ongoing. Editing the preexisting 3 chapters as well as adding some new content and details!

My writing on Tumblr can be found under #29625’s Top Gun fics! Some of my ongoing AUs include:

1. Omegaverse! AU—an omega Slider/alpha Maverick storyline w/ a sort of love triangle between beta Ice/omega Slider. Can be found under #omegaverse AU.

2. Forensic artist! AU—a self-indulgent AU featuring forensic artist! Slider/FBI agent! Maverick. Can be found under #Forensic artist! AU.

3. Old Slimav oneshots—this is more of silly prompts where established Slimav do all sorts of random funsies. Can be found under #established Slimav be like, and will definitely make them legitimate series!

I really really appreciate all of your comments, reblogs, kudos, likes, bookmarks, follows, and subscriptions. Thank you so much for visiting my page & reading my stories!

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howdy, yo, sup, what's good :D my name's Quill, i'm a 19 year old future forensic psych major (currently in community college)

i'm an mcsr chatter, writer, artist, and Dude.™️ i draw the guys that do block game fast :3c

some stuff about me! - i'm american (unfortunately) and i have a godawful mix of about four different accents thanks to me picking up speech patterns super easily - i live in the middle of the fuckass desert and i'm originally from the pacific northwest (washington state) - i use he/him and way too many neos - i love making discord servers, carrds, and little funky websites so feel free to check out my intro carrd!! - i stream on twitch! i'm @starquill__ on there as well as pretty much everywhere else (but with one underscore) - i do AUs and stuff >:)

uhhh i think i'm kinda cool? but that's up for you to decide :3 i kind of just speak my thoughts here and whatever but i love love LOVE answering questions, go ham and ask me anything!!

streamers i main: - Fulham - President Poundcake - Greninja (I'm a current trial mod :3) - Feinberg

if you see me, feel free to say hi!

smaller streamers that you should support!! - Layla! - Erik! - Arch! - Payton!

have a good day/night, drink water :3

[bekkachaos]

temptation tuesday 🔥

tagged by the lovely @swiftiediaz @buddierights 💕

Rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/etc. etc. Basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!

Friends AU, or the one where Eddie and Buck are Chandler and Monica when they first hook up and try to hide it from the firefam. Just a series of little one shots I want to write for this because it's so fun!

Dear Evan, the one where Eddie likes to write an advice column for fun, and one day he gets a letter from Evan and it sets off a series of playful (and maybe sort of meaningful) banter between the two of them, but they've never even met. And Eddie finds it strange he's feeling so close to a stranger, especially when there's this puppy dog of a barista at the cafe where he writes with a big beaming smile and dazzling blue eyes.

Bones AU, Eddie's the street savvy FBI agent, Buck is the brilliant young prodigy in forensic anthropology, and somehow they get teamed up to solve a murder or two. They find it hard to find common ground to start, but once they do, they realise that they just might be the perfect team. I'm thinking Maddie the forensic artist, Chim the bug and slime guy, Hen is the coroner (forever bickering with Buck over what can tell you more, flesh or bone), Bobby the head of the scientific institute, Athena the sassy but brilliant prosecutor, and of course, Ravi the anthropology grad student. Might even have time for Lucy the plucky young psychologist.

Not sure if I want to write this or just read it but if I write it, she's a while off yet!

Henren meddles, based on a post by @buddie-actually about Eddie and Buck confessing to Karen and Hen that they secretly love each other but swearing them to secrecy, somehow Henren spill the beans to each other and can't help but meddle because these two men are idiots and someone had better help them out. I've actually written some of this but it's pretty far off being finished!

I know it's probably already Wednesday so if you guys don't want to or already have please ignore me 😁

@monsterrae1 @the-likesofus @spotsandsocks @jacksadventuresinwriting @alyxmastershipper @shortsighted-owl @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @gayhoediaz @wh0re-behavi0r

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Vox Machina Bones AU (yes the crime show)

Keyleth ( entomologist), percy (weapons expert), and scanlan (FBI special agent OR FBI physcologist)  are new hires/transfers to the old/current team consisting of Vax (FBI special agent), Vex ( forensic artist ), Pike (forensic anthropologist), Grog (Pikes assistant). Keyleth, Percy, and scanlan were all part of the same team till transferred to the new one hence them knowing each other rather well. Allura is the director, Gilmore is the co director, Kima is a CIA agent.

Main romantic pairings: Vax/Keyleth, Percy/Vex, and Scanlan/Pike

Main platonic pairings: Keyleth & Percy (sibling like relationship, when left alone together unsupervised and bored they get into a lot of chaos which tends to lead to explosions), Keyleth and Scanlan (Daughter Father like relationship due to keyleth helping him connect with his daughter. He keeps this rather close to the vest tho) Vex & Vax (well duh), Vex and Keyleth (tho it starts out rather rocky they grow closer the longer they work together.) Pike and Vex (besties), Grog and Pike (no duh), Vax and scanlan (they have to work together a lot as partners, Scanlan ends up kind of being a father figure to Vax (Scanlan is just becoming everyones father figure in this I guess)), Percy and Scanlan (protective pact of their friends and trauma buddies aka they talk to each other about heavy stuff), basicly every combo is a main platonic pairing!

For fanfiction I think this works best as either stacks of one shots or a very very long series that way their can be alternating focus of the cast and give everyone a ton of ‘screen time’! Of course if going along the lines of the show a lot of it is gonna be Vax, Scanlan and tho I’d say Pike, Pike doesn’t act like bones and weirdly I do think Keyleth would be more so the one to random tag along (even more so if you give Keyleth a love for random knowledge maybe the Ashari are known collectors of random artifacts and other such oddities) (god I’d love to read it, I also love watching the show bones and would be more then willing to give info on episodes for inspiration and how to work similar situations from the show into the AU!)

This au has tons of space for angst, hurt and comfort, mystery, suspense, romance, deep friendships, friendships tested, betrayal, and more! (with the added bonus of no one of the main cast dieing since none of the main cast dies in bones dies (except some assistants and sweets/the phycologist but we can just ignore that in this au :’3))

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Lawyer!AU (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

Bad Things (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan's an easy target- young, weak, starved of love, and Phil's been watching him for a while anyways. Taking on Dan's case may prove to be a fatal flaw.

Butt Tattoos (ao3) - smollettuce

Summary: 'Last night we had a one night stand but before we drunkenly got each other’s names tattooed on each other’s butt cheeks so now its kind of hard to forget you’ au

corgi post-it notes (ao3) - Gal_tic

Summary: Two idiots who (eventually) fall in love.

Or, Phil is a receptionist who is terrible at communication and Dan is a melancholy lawyer.

Dad Wars (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Or, 5 times Dan and Phil fought over one dramatic school year, and one final battle that would change them forever. Probably.

nylon is for delicate work (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: A forensic linguistic meets a lawyer in Rawtenstall.

Reach for the Stars (ao3) - KaytheJay

Summary: Dan is a lawyer who went to New York when he forced himself to take a break from work. He thinks it is a pointless trip until he runs into his favorite YouTuber from back in the day.

save me from the ghosts and shadows before they eat my soul (ao3) - barboletta

Summary: It’s not like Dan imagined his life to be at twenty. He was an aspiring lawyer, (though he’d prefer actor, if everything were ideal). He was to have the life of a normal student, balancing partying, and studying--learning new things and meeting new people. He kind of does the latter part, but just not exactly how he’d expected.

or the one where Dan is a first-class thief, Phil isn't opposed to violence and they try to survive

Seven days of sushi (ao3) - Portia331

Summary: Phil Lester is a well-regarded sci-fi author. Well, post-apocalyptic sci-fi zombie survival horror, if you're being technical about it. After an epiphany-inducing series of life events, he decides he wants a break from robots and gore and to step into the non-fiction world. His agent and publisher are on board, but there's a catch - he has to give up his artistic integrity and make his work * scholarly * ... within the next week. Is Phil up for the challenge?

sidelines (ao3) - seasofwrite

Summary: The latest in the collection of numbers he adds to his phone is Phil Lester, forensic linguist. Dan got his number through Chief Clarke. He’s scheduled to come into his office this afternoon.

(or, Dan is a lawyer, Phil is a forensic linguist, and they meet when both are tasked to work on a high-profile case.)

These Minutes We Share (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It's the cafe AU no one asked for where Phil owns and runs a small cafe called the Quaint & Cosy down by the train station, where he caters to every kind of individual that passes through there, from the eclectic weirdo to the stiff professional. One morning, he finds himself catching the eye of one particular commuter with a three piece and a cute smile to match, who's much more relaxed than any customer in a rush to catch a train has a right to be.

Curious, he strikes up a conversation.

wait, is this fucking book about us? (ao3) - noxhsw

Summary: dan is a depressed lawyer, phil is a sad romance author. they meet when they're stranded at an airport, thinking they'll never see each other again. but when phil writes a book about their encounter, dan wants to meet him once more.

Where I Want To Be (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan goes for another audition that doesn’t work at how he wants it too, and feels the idea of being a lawyer for the rest of his life weigh him down. phil is determined to make him feel better.