#enigma-the-mysterious

[derekstilinski]

the musketeers + incorrect quotes from @incorrect-musketeers & @enigma-the-mysterious 🤝

[whumptober]

POSTED MY FIRST WHUMPTOBER FIC FOR THIS YEAR BECAUSE IT'S ALREADY OCTOBER IN MY TIMEZONE WHEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEE *Screams with you*

Happy Whumptober!

- mod claire

[planeoftheeclectic]

tfp for WIP Wednesday? <3

Columbo trailed after him, ducking under an oversized spear that had nearly slipped out of an absentminded cosplayer's holster. "I thought you hadn't met him before."

"I had never met his brother before," Edgeworth corrected, swerving past a rack of bright pink corsets and making for the replica weaponry, "Though even him I knew by reputation. Klavier and I had spoken at various events in the past, though not at length."

[kalira]

Harm for WIP Wednesday 👀

Sho’s body tightened around his cock with the needy shift and Kei thrust harder, chasing the fierce wave of pleasure it sent through him. He purred into Sho’s throat, the rich, heady flow of his mate’s blood over his tongue capturing his attention despite the sparking shocks of pleasure growing steadily more intense as he picked up the pace. Sho’s blood lacked the pure heat of feeding from a human, and the thrum of a panicked heartbeat sending it surging to his mouth, but it was stronger, richer, dizzying.

[dragongutsixofficial]

In the original English, Porthos compliments Aramis' stitching by saying "Fine needlework Aramis does, should have been a seamstress"

Oooh thanks a lot !!^^ I wish I could watch the show in English, but things are what they are. The subtext in English is definitely there but i must say, i actually like the French dialog better on this one, perhaps because it's even more subtle

[sprnklersplashes]

Anne loved the snow. (For the five sentence fic thing?)

She remembers when she first saw it, on a visit to Asturias with her parents when she was barely nine years old. The squeals of delight, how she sat in awe as flakes fell onto her outstretched hand. Her mother had pretended not to see, for once allowing her to be something other than a princess.

A smile tugs on the corner of her lips as she thinks about it now. Her own child scurries along a frosted path, his tiny hands grasping at the falling flakes.

[wingsofhcpe]

There is also The Cardinal's Blades, a trilogy of hardcover novels, which feature dragon riding Musketeers :D

WAIT WHAT

I must immediately search for this because it sounds like a dream come true, no joke.

I grew up with Naomi Novik's Temeraire (Napoleon wars but with dragon riders) and the 3 Musketeers og novel, so what you're describing is literally my dream novel DHSJJFJS

[fangirl-erdariel]

Revenge for wip guess game :D

Thank you for the ask, but unfortunately no hits! There's too little vengefulness in this particular angst fic, it seems :D

Would you like to play again?

[apatura-ires]

Mizu’s relationship with their gender is very very complicated and we MUST acknowledge that.

No one should have to justify why they think Mizu is one thing or the other, because Mizu’s past, their environment (how it treats women) and their negative associations with being a woman, can easily make a case for Mizu wanting to be a woman, or for Mizu preferring to be a guy. If I see ANY of you get mad at people for thinking Mizu is either a strictly a man or strictly a woman, or something out of the binary, I am going to GET you.

Any HC to do with Mizu’s gender has narrative merit and importance to Mizu’s character, and one does not make Mizu less complex than the other. One does not make less sense than the other. One does not MEAN less than the other. And even if it’s not about the narrative significance of them being trans or cis, and it’s more about how you think the character is coded, or even just their vibes, that’s fine too. A HC doesn’t need a justification.

[kadextra]

“You are important.”

“I’m really worried about you. You need to take care of yourself, because you’re not okay, we can see it. are you drinking water and eating?”

“You’re scaring me. cause I know that you’re not okay, but I can do nothing.”

“Every day I hope to find something about the eggs because I can’t stand seeing q!Bad sad anymore”

“He’s changing every day, turning into something like a ghost… I’m so worried, it’s like at any moment he could just disappear.”

“I feel powerless. I think q!Bad is suffering a lot, but he doesn't admit it. I really want to help him, I've been thinking really hard about how to help him”

“He took me around, we hang out, he helped me a lot and gave me items. He is my best friend. I don’t know what I should do…”

ough q!bagi. every time she talks about q!bad it makes my heart break, she is so kind. they’ve known each other a week, but she says with her whole chest that this is my best friend and I Will find a way to help. she is the only person q!bad has straightforwardly admitted not being ok to. I’m so….

[taylorrepdetective]

Lmao. Of course.

[friendraichu]

[shegoesbyjoy]

🚨 Link Click spoilers (up to S2 E3) below!! 🚨

I wanted to collect in one place all the evidence we're seeing for the theory that there are two different people with red eyes, so here we go.

First up is their hair, specifically where their bangs are. One is a straight blunt cut, while the other is more of a fringe situation.

A slightly more subtle difference can also be seen in their eyes...

As this great analysis video explains (sorry non-speakers it is all in Chinese but I'll note the relevant points below), Link Click stylizes men's eyes differently from women's—where the latter tends to have more well-defined lashes compared to the former.

There's also the clothing differences, a pink hoodie versus a yellow one. This COULD just be a lighting thing, since the patterning is exactly the same on both outfits, but hard to say!

(The thing that's throwing me off is that the Red Eyes at LG's door has different bangs from one shot to the next...animation error perhaps?)

In the following screenshots from S2's OP you can see one hooded figure with short hair (and a yellow jacket) and one with long hair...wearing a different outfit! This long-haired person is wearing a hooded jacket with a shirt underneath, rather than a hoodie underneath a jacket. Deeper down the rabbit hole we go...

In any case, the conclusion that the analysis video comes to is that there are two different people with red eyes, one male one female, and they are likely siblings. But what's really fun is that this video was made before E3's release, so they didn't have this very interesting tidbit to work off of yet:

The text translates to, "do not/cannot die, good (older) brother". It's vague enough to be interpreted in a number of ways—is she referring to Lu Guang as her brother? Is she referring to a person we haven't seen yet who's at risk of death, who happens to be her brother? If we follow the theory that the two Red Eyes are actually siblings, could she be talking about her red-eyed brother? Is this a taunt, a warning, a plea for LG to survive, or a request for his help???

We know basically nothing about Lu Guang's life before he met Cheng Xiaoshi. Since the end of S1 I've been hoping and wishing for the show to dive into LG's backstory, and this could be a really really good opportunity to transition into that, if this note actually has some sort of personal significance to him 👀

[ghostdrinkssoup]

tried to type “eating people’s organs” in relation to hannibal but organs autocorrected to oranges so anyway hannibal au where everything is the exact same except hannibal can’t stop eating people’s oranges. he’s a local menace, breaking into backyards in the middle of the night and wreaking havoc because he picks all the citrus trees until there’s Nothing Left. one time he broke into someone’s kitchen and stole all their oranges AND orange marmalade. it’s fucked up and he doesn’t even care. he feeds people their own stolen oranges and they don’t even Know. he’s still a psychopath and he still gets imprisoned and in twotl will gets covered in orange juice and realises this is who he really is

[oldsargasso]

ficlet: under cover of the same night

four day weekend starts tomorrow!! and I can start it early today as soon as I process these payrolls so while I wait for the info to come in, I am thinking about a particular Way & Kenta-centric idea that woke me up in the middle of the night last night and made me scramble for notes.

like. what if Kenta's alpha power was bringing people back from the dead? but he has to take a life first.

There's nothing in-between dying and coming back. Way gets shot. He says his goodbyes, lets his life slip away, willing himself to embrace the cold and unknown. Way blinks his eyes open to the harsh artificial lighting that graces the room he finds himself in. He's blinded; his eyes water and he blinks rapidly. The air is ice-cold. The metal underneath him stings at his exposed skin. His jacket's vanished along with his shoes and socks, but at least his shirt mostly remains. It's stiff and thick with dried blood. The whole room stinks of bleach.

There's someone breathing by his side. Way's eyes finally obey his mind, and he turns his focus to the figure.

"Finally," Kenta sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks bored, as much as any expression can be read on his face. "You took forever to come back."

An apology isn't really in Way's modus operandi, especially not to Tony's little lapdog (and especially not to someone with such history with Pete---it's not like Pete is Way's exactly, but he's certainly not for Kenta.) Instead he keeps his mouth shut and pushes himself up to sitting. Kenta unfolds his arms and hovers his hands but doesn't quite reach out to help. There's a deep pain in Way's shoulder when he moves; when he raises his hand to it, he finds nothing but smooth unscarred skin.

"Didn't I get shot?"

Kenta nods. "Yes."

Memory flickers back on in the back of Way's mind. He feels a little light-headed, unmoored in the steel and white expanse of the hospital morgue. "And I---Didn't I die?"

Another nod from Kenta. Like a puppet on a string. "Yes. I..." He sighs deeply, like this conversation with Way is so very tiring for him. A spark of irritation begins to warm Way's body. "I brought you back."

"Why?" Way is incredulous and unable to mask it. Of all people? There's no love lost or won between the two of them.

"I don't get a choice," Kenta says. "I take a life, I have to give a life."

How did you find that out? burns on the tip of Way's tongue, but he holds it back. Sometimes it's better not to know. "No other options laying around, I take it," Way says instead. The bitterness in his tone is for himself, but of course Kenta takes it as his own.

"I wouldn't have had to kill our father if you all had just---" Kenta cuts himself off, taking a deep unsteady breath. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. Can you stand? We need to go."

Way can stand, as it turns out, but only with judicious assistance from Kenta. They shuffle their way to the exit. Way's feet are bare; the heels of Kenta's shoes click on the shiny clean linoleum.

The car parked outside in the loading zone isn't one Way's familiar with. White, compact, nondescript. Kenta eases him down into the passenger seat and slides behind the wheel. He turns the car on and the radio comes to life as well, too quiet to make out anything but the general idea of music.

"Where do you want to go?" Kenta asks, hands neat and tidy at ten and two once he's pulled onto the street.

"What," Way says more than asks, "you don't have this all planned out?"

He watches with sick amusement as Kenta's knuckles go white around the steering wheel. "No little hidey-hole all stocked up and ready to go?"

"If you don't have anywhere to go---" Kenta says in a carefully calm tone.

"Pete's," Way cuts him off sharply. "I want---Let's go see Pete."

Kenta doesn't ask for directions. They don't speak again as they navigate the night-time traffic. Way wants to know what time it is. He wants to know everything that happened from when he clocked out, how long it's been exactly, how everyone is doing, if they're all okay. Somehow, asking Kenta any of it feels like admitting defeat. So Way sits in silence and shivers a little in his short sleeves and ignores the growing ache of hunger in favour of watching the way Kenta drives out of the corner of his eye. He doesn't anticipate other drivers enough, has to hit the brakes harder than he should at times, but he's defensive when he needs to be and aggressive enough to make the lights when he should, so. Serviceable, at best.

----

and then ??? how long HAS it been. how is everyone? what is Pete's reaction? is he happy enough to have them both there that he can ignore the way they snipe at each other? (how long until he has to call in reinforcements)

[franzkafkagf]

no cuz why is he SO baby girl coded:…….. jj abrams im sending you my therapy bill.