#iris maplewood

[treasureplcnet]

assorted bodies doodles (transcript of that messy relationship square under the cut due to my handwriting/incoherency)

TAKE THESE W A GRAIN OF SALT i am like 90% joking:

hillinghead -> hasan, and vice versa: immediate mutual respect

hillinghead -> whiteman: he's incredibly smart, deceptively cunning but very kind. but he is also so annoying oh my god--

hillinghead -> maplewood: "please someone explain science fiction to me"

whiteman -> iris, and vice versa: two friends secretly think of the other as the sidekick

whiteman -> hillinghead: annoying him is quickly becoming a favorite pasttime

whiteman -> hasan: will not admit it but he wants parenting tips from her

hasan -> whiteman: has slipped a parenting book to him

hasan -> maplewood: deja vu about their future weirds her out a little, but she trusts her

iris -> hillinghead: fond of him from the time they spoke in the prison. enjoys fucking with him

iris -> hasan: SHE'S THE GOAT

[mars--dust]

Bodies has everything. Found family trope. GOOD lgbtq+ reprsentation. Disabled representation. Muslim representation. Fuck ass fringe. Hot people. Tragedy.

[allonsybadwolf]

Bodies (2023) | 1.08

[diver5ion]

[carebooks]

im not going to lie, i teared up a bit seeing Maplewood’s tag etched next to Hillinghead.

but then to have Weissman/Whiteman have his tag be asking Hasan if she was up for a ‘Pint?’ is so in character of him shut up i know he had to leave her a clue to find the record but it still is so in character of him

[sleepontheflooor]

I just finished watching bodies on netflix and like..WOW what a great show. If only netflix could keep that quality up in future projects.

I also DESPERATELY need someone to write a fic where Karl adopts Esther or something, I love them and they both deserve to be happy :')

[zaine-m]

headcanons for the characters from Bodies going out on halloween except they're all in modern times

Shahara, Iris, Karl, Alfred, and Henry all go along to take Esther and Jawad out trick-or-treating mostly just so Shahara can show them all what Halloween is

Alfred is very happy to be able to wear his whole Victorian suit gettup without being stared at weird (he feels naked in just one layer of clothes)

Him and Henry go as Sherlock and Watson

Henry takes his old-timey camera partially as a prop, partially to take photos of everyone

He loves seeing all the costume, while he's developing them he tells Alfred something about the costumes people choose to dress up as being reflections of their inner selves finally brought out

Esther becomes obsessed with being able to get the most candy possible

She forces Karl to wear a matching costume in hopes it'll get people to give them more

Karl has to stop her from swiping more candy from little kids passing by

She hasn't seen this much candy since the rationing started

Iris isn't as into all the halloween decorating and stuff but she decides it would be fun to dress up like Defoe's body (except clothed of course) so she watched a bunch of sfx makeup tutorials to make it look like her eye was shot out

whenever anyone asks her about her costume she tells them the full ghost story of no exit hole, no bullet found, no one heard a gun go off, "some say the body will keep appearing until his murderer has been brought to justice"

She tells some of the little kids "do you want to know a secret... I shot him"

Shahara always has to calm to the kid down after that but Iris keeps on doing it

Shahara is exhausted by the end of the night taking care of the whole group

Karl lets her go to bed early and babysits Jawad

When Jawad gets upset about how much more candy Esther got than him Karl forces her to share some but it turns into a big argument

"there's not rationing anymore, we can get you more treats later" "but I earned this fair and square"

eventually he gets her to give Jawad some but she steals it back in the middle of the night

[yours-always-j]

watching “bodies” (netflix) with my mom was so fun because

— she also shipped the fuck out of henry & alfred (she was so soft too when the guys finally got close, we were both on the verge of tears lmao)

— we both loved shahara so much, best girl fr <33

— we both went ahead and said “i can make him worse” whenever carl was on the screen, doing some bad things idbzjbsh

— also just carl & esther being an adorable family and us both going crazy over them

— the scene in ep8 when alfred calls mannix “elias” and the man’s face goes like 😳wtf😳 WE BOTH CHEERED OMG

— stopping randomly to try and collect our thoughts and theories about wtf is going on like three times per episode😭

+1 us just quoting random shit from the series like “know you are loved” or that whole ass convo when polly was done with mannix and just wanted him dead/to kill him herself 😭

well anyways, stream BODIES on NETFLIX it’s freaking incredible!!

[themalhambird]

(from the same universe as this, chronologically proceeds it. Picks up almost immediately after the final episode of Series 1)

Shahara is not going to miss her Baba’s birthday party because her taxi driver turned out to be a mad woman. She’s still not sure why she let this Iris Maplewood person keep driving her while she rambled on about time travel and quantum whatever, except that she’s been a copper long enough to have a sense for when she’s in danger, and she didn’t get that from Maplewood. So it was easier to take the taxi ride and put up with the rambling than it was to try and stop the cab, get out and walk -  and Maplewood refused to take a fare which was a bonus. So Shahara gets to the party exactly when she’s supposed to, and she revels in the hug she gets to give her son, and the hug her Baba gives to her. She revels in the crowd of family and friends- the Aunties and Uncles she can never remember if she has a blood connection to or not. That’s never been important. What’s important right now is good food and good music and good talk, and how good she’s gotten at distraction when the question of whether she has a man in her life yet or not comes up.

Except, throughout the night, at the back of her mind, is this nagging feeling- this unease about the fact that, well, this unease about the fact that she didn’t feel any unease when when some random cabby sprouting conspiracies about the Kyal corporation somehow knew a whole ton of personal details about Shahara’s life. And then there’s that sense she’s had all day, this- what’s the opposite of deja vu? The sense that suddenly you were in a place you hadn’t been mere moments before? She’d shrugged it off as tiredness- the stress of the job- she’d spoken to her inspector earlier about maybe putting in for some leave. And perhaps that’s an even better idea than she’d already been thinking. If she’s taking Iris Maplewood seriously, she’s cracking. 

I’m not taking this seriously, she tells herself firmly, sipping at the mocktail as she watches Jawad run about with the other kids.  I’m not going to think about it at all. I don’t believe-

“-a word you say,” Shahara tells Maplewood as she gets into the front of the woman’s taxi. “Just for the record. I’m agreeing to this because- I don’t know. I want to prove to myself that you’re talking nonsense, I guess.”

“I’m not, but that doesn’t matter. You’ll see for yourself soon enough,” Maplewood said. The car is sitting at the top of Longharvest Lane, headlights illuminating the alleyway. “I don’t know which of them it will be tonight, but one of them will show, I’m sure of it.”

Right. Either a detective sergeant from world war two or a detective inspector from the victorian era is going to materialise out of nowhere. Kyal, one of the biggest finance….trading….look, Shahara has never really been sure what Kyal is or does, and honestly she can easily believe that a corporation that big, handling that much money, is corrupt somehow. What she can’t believe is that it’s a Doomsday Cult and that Iris Maplewood comes from the future, and has travelled back to 2023 so she can get Shahara Hasan, and two blokes she’s sent others to fish out from the past, in to the same place to help bring Kyal down because together they already managed it once (sort of) by stopping an explosion that decimated the world…today, but also a few days in the future. Something. This is nuts.

“I hope it’s Hillinghead,” Maplewood muses. “He seemed- easy enough to reason with. I think. I don’t know, the memory’s blurry. It didn’t really happen, but also it had to have happened for it not to have happened. Bootstrap paradox, or something. I don’t know. There are echoes…I was sorry for him. I can’t remember why.” 

Shahara clenches her fist tight. She is resolutely not remembering some kid sitting at the table of a fast food place with a gun in his hand. She isn’t-

“Thirty seconds,” Maplewood says. “I’m going to just,” she switches the car headlights off. “Don’t want them exploding,” she explains. 

“Exploding?” Shahara exclaims. “You didn’t say anything about anything-”

The streetlamp outside flares white hot. Glass shatters, smashes some more as it falls to the pavement. There’s a red glow, almost like a bleeding wound, in the darkness ahead- for the briefest of moments. Shahara squints, trying to see properly, but the glow is too bright and everything else too dark…

And then it’s gone. There’s nothing but darkness and the rowdy sounds of London late at night behind them. Shahara stares, stunned, through the windscreen into the blackness beyond. Iris flicks the headlamps back on. In the two, brilliant beams of light, the blocky shape of a body can be seen crumpled in the road. “Oh my god,” Shahara breathes. 

“I’ve got a blanket, there’s a torch in the door your side,” Iris says. She’s already got her door open, pulling a blanket that had been folded up on her lap with her. Shahara fumbles to catch up, grabbing the torch and stabbing for the switch with her thumb. 

“Why a blank- oh,” there’s no need for the rest of the sentence. As they hurry over to him, Shahara can see that the man who appeared from nowhere is completely naked. He’s already stirring, running one hand through tousled black hair as he starts to bring himself onto his knees, coughing. 

“What the hell-”

His cockney accent reminds Shahara of the teenagers she’s spoken to on occasion- kids trying a little too hard to sound hard, to fit in. 

“Hillinghead?” she asks cautiously

“The hell is a Hillinghead?” He looks up at her. In the torchlight Shahara can see that he’s quite a handsome man- kind of dapper, except that there’s soot on his face. 

“Charles Whiteman?” Iris says. She hands him the blanket. Whiteman takes it with a frown- blanches when it apparently hits him that he’s naked, and hastily wraps the blanket around his waist like a towel as he wobbles to his feet. 

“Yeah? Who the hell are you? What the hell-” he looks around. “Where the bloody hell am I?”

*** 

So, time travel is, apparently, real. 

Iris has got a flat- they take Whiteman back to it, and Shahara…Shahara has to go back to work. She has to go to her job and deal and…honestly, it’s easier than it should be. The whole thing doesn’t seem real, even when she stops on her way home to drop groceries off to check in on the woman from the future and the man from the past. Even when she goes for drinks in the coppers’ pub, and she goes and finds the photograph from Whiteman’s era, just out of curiosity, and immediately finds a face she knows. Whiteman doesn’t seem bothered by the fact he’s in the future so much as grousing that his Inspector’s going to do his nut about his disappearing, and grumbling that ‘Esther’- whoever Esther is, kid sister, Shahara thinks, from the irritated-fond way of talking- is going to cause chaos if left unattended for five minutes. She likes him- she’s getting to like Iris too, truth be told- and he’s entertaining on a stakeout. Because they’re still missing a Victorian. 

By Iris’ calculations, Hillinghead should have materialised the night after Whiteman. But it’s almost a week later, and they’ve been watching each night, and there’s nothing.

***

“Hasan! Case for you! Take Rick.” She catches the slim file that’s thrown at her by the Inspector. “John Doe, Royal Hospital. Doctors reckon he’s well enough for talking. Need to find out who he is, need to find out how he ended up badly beaten and stark naked in Longharvest Lane.”

The folder drops from Hasan’s hands. “You what?” she says, but the Inspector’s already moving on, assigning other cases to other detectives, and Rick’s making his way over to her so she shakes herself and picks the folder up off the floor. She opens it, and finds a few cursory notes from the uniform officers that first attended: IC1 male, contusion to the right temple, assorted bruises, broken bones…found the night before Whiteman showed up. There’s a page of photos paperclipped in- she focuses in on the close up of a handsome face,if dishevelled face: reddish hair and a beard- a nasty bruise on his right temple. And there’s a photo of his wrist, as well, and it’s got the same mark that Iris Maplewood and Charles Whiteman both have. She manages to snag a photo of the page of photos on her phone before Rick reaches her, then hastily shoves it back in her pocket “You up for driving?” she asks. Rick grins. 

“Hell yeah. Thought I’d have to fight you for it.” 

“Nah. Jawad’s off school - stomach bug or something. To be honest, I could do with the time to message dad a bit, check in on how they’re doing.”

“Ah mate.” Rick says sympathetically as they head out to the parking lot. “Sorry. Hey, if you wanna swing by once we’re done at the hospital. We can always say we were chasing up a lead.”

“Nah, it’ll be alright. Mostly I wanna make sure he’s not conning Grandad into letting him eat nothing but ice cream all day. If we were closer maybe, but it’s out of the way. Besides, we might actually have leads.” 

She’s pretty sure that they won’t. She’s pretty sure that the man they’re about to speak to is from the 1800s and she really, really hopes he hasn’t told anyone at the hospital that because he’ll get himself sectioned faster than he can blink. She gets into the passenger side of the car, fastens her seatbelt, and sends the photo to Iris. This him? She writes underneath.

Fifteen seconds later, Iris pings a simple message back:

Fuck.

[ndcgalitzine]

BODIES (2023) | 1.01 'You're Dead Already'

[jar3]

This is a call out from me (a desperate fanfic reader) to all talented fanfic writers who have watched Bodies on Netflix to PLEASE write Henry and Alfred some more fics (there are so few) and Maplewood and Defoe would also be much appreciated because they literally have NONE rn.

Also if you haven’t watched Bodies, I emplore you, please go watch it, you will not regret it. It’s so good, one of the best series I’ve seen in a long time. Writing, acting, plot, all of it.

[spacer4t]

[allonsybadwolf]

Bodies (2023) | 1.08

[slow-burn-sally]

[bodies-needs-a-fandom]

[number-0-iz]

I am watching episode 8 of netflix's bodies so here is a little bit of my thoughts

I fucking hate old Elias Mannix. Nice corrupted facist regime you got there bud but nah. You also fucked your many times great grandmother and somehow became your own ancestor?

^so basically the more removed the current timeline is from the original first timeline, the more incest there is

HENRY ASHE AND ALFRED HILLINGHEAD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME

George Parker having been Vasily Lantsov in Season 1 of Shadow And Bone is so funny because here he plays exactly what I think Vasily would be of he was gay and escaped Ravka to start a new life

I want the kind of love they have

IRIS MAPLEWOOD AND WILLIAM DEFOE WERE SO CUTE AND SO COMPLEX

"To Gabriel Dafoe. He never quite accomplished something."

"I will promise you, i will find out who kills you." (I will keep you safe)

The trope of "If I am to die soon, I am happy that you are the last person I spend time with."

"I never thought that it'd be you that'd shoot me."

"Find me at the next drop..."

I am so normal about them.

KARL/CHARLES AND ESTHER FULFILLING THE RELICTANT GRUMPY DAD ACCIDENTALLY ADOPTS A CHILD TROPE

THE WAY HE KEPT HER SAFE AND BOUGHT HER SWEETS SO DHE COULD BE HAPPU

THE WAY HE WANTED TO START A NEW LIFE WITH HER AS HIS DAUGHTER

THE WAY HE CARRIED HER TO SAFETY

THE WAY HE SCREAMED WHEN SHE DIED AND HELD HER LIKE HIS HEART WAS TORN APART

Hassan and Jawad and Elias 😭

I feel so so sorry for Teen Elias

To be so unloved that the universe would spit you out and you basically wouldn't exist if you didn't kill half a million people.

The way that you are being used and manipulated as a young child to do the bidding of others.

I truly think that if it wasn't for Barber, he would have been better.

Anyways

In a perfect life, Alfred would have had an amicable divorce from Charlotte, they would still be friends and take care of Polly.

Him and Henry would get married and be together.

Karl/Charles would adopt Esther and live their best lives.

Elias wouldn't be manipulated and hurt and brainwashed and confused and would get adopted by Hassan

Her, Ishmael, Jawad and Elias would form such a sweet and nice family.

Iris and Gabriel would become great friends at first, oblivious to their feelings for onee another until they are finally shoved into each others arms by the others and they would unexpectedly get married.

The End

Also saw this one post mentioning how funyn a crossover between bodies and Morse would be and that Thirsday absolutely semi adopt Hassan because of her mastermind brain but also go "Oh my god there's 2 of them." When her and Morse meet. And also maybe set them up together.

Would love that.