#north-noire asks

[north-noire]

I'd like to request HH Charlie meeting TSE Charlie and they compare how their lives went

Sorry that this took a while! Ended up getting carried away and making it a little comic :] I hope you like it!! It was really fun making this, actually. I think they'd both get along really well despite their differences.

Small Henry bonus under the cut.

He read TSE Henry's last letter.

HH Henry, you have no idea what rabbit hole you dug into.

[ask-north]

Noir@Wisteria: "MY goodness you are such an adorable little ghost !" he said adoring the Misdrevius looking her over "Your little ears almost remind me of a cat, perhaps you were a cat in past life? Perhaps a meowth..." he purred almost out daydreaming "Perhaps may I hold you ?" his fatherly like instincts just wanted to take care of the smaller ghost he opened his feelers "Like a hug? Sorry am I too much?" he got worried now gulping slightly

Wisteria: Hey, wait!

Wisteria: I've always been a ghost, I didn't die!

Wisteria: I even had a family! Don't worry you'll see when they come back! They'll tell you I've always just been a ghost!

Wisteria: They'll come back... soon... they just forgot me. They'll be back soon, you'll see.

Wisteria: Oh!

Wisteria: We don't need the monster cat anyway! Wisteria: This one's better, and pretty, and nice.

North: Awww she likes you! I've never seen her warm up so fast!

North: Sorry, Wisteria, I would love to keep them but I don't catch pokemon without their permission.

North: They're still welcome to be part of our family even if we can't! But um... We're not replacing Atlas either, that'll make him super duper sad!

[yourlocalkiwienjoyer]

WILLIAM AND HEN REQUESTS PART 2 :)

Today only one drawing since that's all I managed to do!! There is one more in hold but if you wanna catch on, GO GET IT!! If you have any other requests or asks/go into my inbox

ANYWAY

Henry who is trying VERY hard to catch on what his friend is talking about (after being in his working cycle probably whole night) and William who just found out a new market trend being marketable plushies, belong to @north-noire !!!

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Writeblr Re(rere)intro that's a year late!

Hi! I'm Pax, and I write Big Books that keep getting darker and darker in subject matter 🎉🎉

Basics about me:

he/him or they/them, Mid 20s

Favorite genres: Fantasy, SciFi, Horror, Mystery

Favorite authors: N. K. Jemisin, Tamsyn Muir, Brandon Sanderson, Pierce Brown, Samantha Shannon

Other things I do: Digital art (including commissions!), Twitch streams (usually art or writing sprints, occasionally video games), digital art assets and fonts (PWYW on Ko-Fi!)

Basics about my WIPs:

THE MILLENNIUM SAGA

High fantasy/Steampunk epic, 8 books planned. Book one: Firebreathers (160k words; ~700 pages) Book two: Echoseers (148k words; ~600 pages) Book three: Goddess-Touched (15k as of posting; 3rd attempt at drafting) First person, Multi POV What starts as a simple rebellion against their local Citylord becomes a flight - and fight - for their lives, as Ember Timber, their family, and their newfound friends are forced to flee overseas from the vengeful general who will stop at nothing to earn her Eternal King's favor, and will in fact relish hunting her own son and grandchildren for sport. But along the way, the crew learns that the Eternal King's immortality was not granted in return for his success as the Chosen One long ago, as they have always been told - and the sacrifice for such a thing is not only paid dearly in blood, but on its way to being repeated.

WHISPERS

Dark fantasy Noir. Currently with beta readers. 172k words; ~750 pages. First person, Dual POV. Set in the same world as Millennium Saga, ~5 years after the series concludes. Marika Swiftfoot owes her life to the Shadow of Fowden, the sorceress leader of a terroristic crime syndicate based in the north pole. When the man she once loved finally comes to collect on that life debt ten years later, she plans to kill him the moment it's safe. Too soon, after all, and everyone else she's ever loved will join him beyond the Veil. But hate isn't the only feeling that lingers between them, and when they're offered another way out of their debts, the lives of a few innocents looks like a bargain compared to the life of cruelty ahead of them. Lorelei has been hunting the Shadow for twenty years, and looking for the sister who disappeared for thirty. And here, names are legacies: she wants to earn Hopebringer before her legs give out for good, to erase the stain her father's name has left with Vowbreaker. And for that, she sees one way forward: she must never break her vows, no matter how small. The Shadow must die, and the Whispers with her. Her sister must be found, even if all that's left to find is a story. She must find answers for every case she takes on, even if she doesn't know so much as the name of the man who's gone missing.

THE LOST

Space opera webcomic. First scene fully illustrated; will release once the first chapter is complete, a week after Patrons receive the final scene. In the far reaches of space, the term "Media Empire" is quite literal; the Watchers have extended their influence throughout their galaxy filament with the help of their beloved Coliseum, and the Champion therein. After all, having a shapeshifter capable of replicating anything leads to some gruesome, spectacular fights, made all the more heartrending when they are the last of their kind, trapped in the ship molded from their kin's corpse. But while the Watchers have total control over what happens in the pit, they cannot predict the audience. And they certainly cannot predict the malfunctioning psychic implant of an assassin in the front row, and the loss of both opponents and a long-time prisoner of war to the escape.

I also post art of all of these semi-regularly, including in-progress stuff, as well as excerpts and rambling braindumps!! I'm also a huge worldbuilding nerd, so if you ever want to learn more about the worlds I'm writing, don't be afraid to ask!! I love talking about them :D

Boosts are appreciated <3 tell me about your own WIPs in the tags/replies/wherever!! I love learning about what people are working on!

[charlietheepicwriter7]

A very merry Christmas to you, @2-depressed-4-u . It is I, your secret santa from @mlsecretsanta . I have had a wonderful time talking to you this year (even if I wasn't supposed to, oops), and hope you have a wonderful holiday.

And now, without further ado, your present.

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

If his father could see his room at that moment, Adrien was sure the man would faint with shock. Fortunately, Gabriel Agreste was needed in China to investigate one of his companies’ main manufacturers, so Adrien was in the clear… for now.

His room looked like his couch was almost pushed up against one wall, but he’d left a foot of space between it and the wall so he had full access to his masterpiece. Along the north-facing wall was a chaotic conspiracy board, with red string threading from picture to picture. Some of his pieces of evidence were printed out from his computer, like the article about Marinette designing for Jagged Stone or the picture of Ladybug kissing him from back during the Oblivo incident. Others were hand drawn to the best of his ability if he couldn’t find an appropriate image online.

But in the end, all the pictures led back to a center image: his limited edition poster of Ladybug.

Plagg hovered near one of the most important pieces of evidence, the feathered bolo hat Marinette had made. “Hey, kid… when’s the last time you got any sleep?” he asked, his eyes flickering between Adrien and his evidence wall.

“I don’t need any sleep,” Adrien spat, climbing over and onto the back of the couch so he could connect some string between a picture of Marinette and badly-drawn recreation of Multimouse. On the hand drawn page, he wrote no earrings????, with multiple question marks going off the page and onto the wall. “I need answers.”

“I thought you’d decided that you weren’t going to look for Ladybug’s identity anymore?”

The boy scoffed. “I thought so too, but you didn’t see what I saw! During that last akuma battle, Ladybug left, and then… Marinette was there! She always hides during akuma battles, she wouldn’t just run around during one, unless…” He pinned another picture to the wall, wrinkling the paper with his force. “She was Ladybug.”

Plagg sighed. “Or she was trapped in the area and took it as her chance to run. Or she was hiding but someone was in danger, so she rushed out to help. Or some other reason why she’d risk her life. Why don’t you just ask her, kid?”

“Because if she’s Ladybug, she’d just lie!” Adrien explained. “I know how this works, Plagg; we’re not supposed to know each other’s identities. Ladybug sticks to that rule better than me… and no matter how good of a person she is, or how much Marinette hates liars, she’d still be willing to lie to protect herself.”

“If she’s lying to protect herself, then wouldn’t she be safer if you didn’t discover who she is? If you stopped your investigation now, before someone gets hurt?”

Adrien shook his head, picking up another picture of Ladybug. “You don’t understand, Plagg. She shouldn’t have to look out for herself. I should be the one to do it for her.”

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

Adrien’s plan started the next day at school.

Keeping an eye on Marinette proved impossible when she sat directly behind him, but he kept a keen ear on her and Alya’s conversation. While he didn’t think his Lady would be so blasé to discuss her superheroine life where anyone could hear her, he was expecting at least some reference. Alya was her best friend after all; he’d certainly let things slip to Nino throughout his months as Chat Noir.

But no. There was nothing. When not distracted by classwork, all they talked about was the Ladyblog, and Marinette’s new commissions for Kitty Selection. So, it was onto plan B.

When Plagg was trying to talk him out of this—and really, wasn’t that evidence unto itself, that Plagg was trying to talk him out of investigating—he’d said that Adrien reminded him of Alya. Reminded him that Alya had once done the same thing to Chloe, and gotten akumatized for it. But Adrien wouldn’t get akumatized! For one thing, Marinette was in no way like Chloe. For another, Adrien, and Alya back then, had direct evidence that Chloe wasn’t Ladybug, since Chloe was often seen with or around Ladybug.

Outside of the Multimouse incident, had Adrien ever seen Ladybug save or even talk to Marinette?

No.

But Plagg’s words had reminded him that he wasn’t the only person who’d ever searched for Ladybug’s identity. And his best ally sat behind him and to the left.

Adrien pulled Alya to the side during lunch, with Marinette watching curiously and Nino shaking his head in amusement before engaging Marinette in a conversation. Adrien knew he could count on him. And when he found an abandoned classroom to talk to Alya, he swallowed and began to explain.

She’d looked nervous, when he began, but as he kept explaining all his evidence as to why Marinette could be Ladybug, a thoughtful expression bloomed on her face. But that didn’t mean she automatically believed him. And then she asked a damnable question. “What about Lila?”

Ah. He’d forgotten about Lila.

He preferred to forget about her rather than think about—

Alya continued. “Because she and Ladybug are best friends, you know? But I’m pretty sure Marinette hates Lila. Not that she’d ever say she hates Lila, but she refuses to go to girl’s day when Lila is invited, and she leaves sleep-overs early when she’s there, but Lila has no idea why—”

Oh, Adrien had a good idea why. And it was the same reason why Adrien had convinced his father to only allow single or boys-only shoots for him this spring, that it was more fashionable that way.

“Maybe it’s a ruse?” He offered instead. “Maybe Marinette’s only pretending to dislike Lila so she doesn’t find out her identity? It’s not like Lila has ever said she knew Ladybug’s identity.”

“Well, she did imply it once…” When did that happen!? Adrien might be mostly ignoring Lila at this point, but how did he miss that? “But she backtracked when I asked some more questions, so I think she only suspects she knows who Ladybug is. But if Marinette is Ladybug, then we could talk to her and she doesn’t have to pretend to hate Lila anymore!”

Alya gave a blinding smile. Adrien didn’t have the heart to tell her that Marinette definitely would not change her opinion of Lila if they discovered her identity.

In fact, she might yell at them both.

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

With Alya on board to stalk Marinette for all the wrong reasons, Adrien had started to feel a little more secure in his plan to discover Ladybug’s identity. For the rest of lunch and the remainder of class, Alya used some leading questions on Marinette to try and get any information, but she was like a steel wall. Alya had even thought up a cool audience participation event where Ladyblog would post everyone’s fan heroes that sounded really interesting.

(Marinette said she’d want to be a black cat hero! She was so cute—)

But there was nothing that pointed towards Marinette being Ladybug. After school, once Alya had begged off girl squad duties and Adrien had lied about an extra long fencing meeting, the two met up to stalk Marinette.

First, she spent a few hours at Eiffel Tower, designing. Then, she spent an hour in a fabric store, picking out a few yards of champagne fabric, all of which looked the same to Adrien’s discerning eye, but were clearly different to her. And finally, she met her parents at a local Italian bistro for dinner. And despite spending their entire afternoon stalking her, they’d learned nothing.

Nothing except the fact that Marinette had an adorable habit of talking to herself when she was alone, but that wasn’t strictly evidence.

Alya sat back on the bench, pulling her disguise hat down to cover her eyes. Marinette and her family were clearly visible from the restaurant window. “Maybe she isn’t Ladybug?” Alya asked. “I mean, Ladybug usually patrols in the afternoon, and she hasn’t left our sight all day!”

That was more because Adrien had offered to talk Ladybug’s afternoon patrol that day, but Alya didn’t need to know that. He hiked the newspaper with holes cut out for eyes higher onto his face. “She could be having an off day?”

“No. Adrien, what was your real reason for—”

Suddenly, the ground shook and people screamed as an akuma, eye-screaming pink and cackling at the top of his lungs, whipped past. They shot to their feet. Alya begged off to chase after the akuma and Adrien let her, his eyes glued to the window. Her family was still there, but Marinette was gone. Was she in the restroom? Or…

“Adrien, what are you doing?”

“I’m just going to check,” he told his kwami, running to the backside of the bistro. If Marinette was Ladybug, she’d have to escape out the back, right?

“There’s an akuma! Come on, you have to—”

“I just need to check!” He scolded. He was almost there!”

“Damn it, kid!” Adrien froze. Was Plagg… mad at him? Plagg was never mad at him! “This has gone on long enough! Is your love life really worth other people’s lives!?”

No. No it wasn’t. And Ladybug would hate him if he even considered for a second skipping out on a battle just to look for her identity.

Really, there was only one choice left.

“Plagg, claws out.”

“Finally!”

He’d have to try again another day. Think of a new plan of attack. But for now, he was Chat Noir. And Chat Noir had a fight to win.

I Don't Need Sleep, I Need Answers

The next day, Plagg immediately wriggled his way into Marinette’s purse, where Tikki sat, contently eating a chocolate-chip cookie.

“Sugar Cube, you’ve got to make sure your user is more careful,” he said, rubbing his head with his paws. “Adrien almost found out her identity!”

“What!?”

[jpitha]

Table of Contents!

Hi Everyone! I'm jpitha!

I write sci-fi shorts and stories! I have a few universes that I like to write about, mostly so I can keep worldbuilding straight. I post here and on r/HFY (a scifi writing focused reddit) and I've been trying out posting links back to here on Threads.

I like to post nearly every day. My longer works usually get posted once or twice a week, but I try and fill out the week with other stuff.

Since I have a bunch of posts now, here's a ToC to help you find the kind you want to read, broken out roughly by theme:

Multi-Part Long Reads

The Race (2 parts) First long one I did and the first time I introduced a K'laxi. I edited it from its original post as I learned more about them. Complete

Blockade Runner (2 parts) Might come back to this one later

Awakenings (4 parts, Intertwined with Hidden Depths) Complete

We Need a Ride (7 parts, 2 Codas stuff in Awakenings and Hidden Depths references it) Complete

Hidden Depths A Multi POV Adventure about when everyone on the Joint Human/K'laxi Starbase comes together to defeat an invasion force with the help of a long lost colony ship. (27, plus extra parts, Intertwined with Awakenings) Complete

Just A Little Further YA Flavored, first person adventure about Melody Mullen and what happens when she goes along on an exploratory trip to try and reach the end of the Warp Gate system. (40 parts) Complete

The Dreams of Hyacinth Cyberpunk Noir. Nicholas North is a easygoing small time crook who lives on the Corporation owned High Mars Orbital Hyacinth. When he is asked by a friend for some help, he agrees readily, not realizing what he's getting drawn into. Ongoing

Aliens are Gardenworlders

I want to live on the Gardenworld

Tumbling on a low gee world

Diary of a Human on the Gardenworld

Spacediving

Gord the Maplelegger

Gord's Tall Tale

On Lawbreaking

Gord Goes Curling

Gord Meets His Match?

Worldbuilding

Blockade Runner (redux)

Avoid Humans are Mary-Sue's

Remember that your Aliens aren't idiots

The Fire Brigade

Starjumper age

On AIs

How to Communicate Across Vast Distances

Working out the Day/Time/Date differential

The Real World is Messy

Humans Are Old (friends)

Humans get fevers

How to Communicate Across Vast Distances

Hidden Depths: A Side Story

On Cooperation

Did AIs Ever Think to Wipe Out Humanity?

The First Few Rows Will Get Wet

Slice of Life Stories

The Cyclists

Acetone is bad?

Gene's High Gee Gym

Hospitality

K'laxi and Human kids playing

Office Cookies

Humans and their Hobbies

All Human Ships Have a Manual Override

Allergies

Liver and Kidneys mean we eat anything

Frisbee tricks

Risk Tolerance

The Dinner Party

The Long Way Round

Humans Solve Problems With Explosions

Humans Play Wargames

Everyone has Proprioception

K'laxi Used to Run on All Fours

Humans Still Solve Problems With Explosions

Tattoos and Piercings

Ambassador Transport

Just One Question

Lin Makes Art

Bar fight Aftermath

K'laxi and Cats

Do it With Style

Upgrading Starbase

How are AIs Powered Anyway?

Computing Power (edited)

Outside the K'laxiverse posts

Humans and their computers

Who Is The Human?

Throwing

Mating Rituals

Hunting

Determination

Lateral Thinking

Catching

Oxygen Ain't Nothing to Mess With

Flash Fiction Friday Posts

FFF187 - You Can't Be Serious

FFF189 - Because You Need It

FFF191 - We're On Our Way

FFF200 - It's Just a Walk for You?

Encyclopedia Posts

Humans Make Friends with Anything

Human Kids Make Friends Easily

Humans Make an Entrance

Humans bring Busking

War Emergency Power

On Starjumpers and Battle

War Stories

A Matter of Scale

Just Another Merc

Time to Go

Gotcha! (or is it?)

Inter-Colony War

Always Ready

The Sacrifice

Relationship Stories

K'laxi Can Eat Waffles

Peripheral Vision

Dancing

Flirting through exercise

Nilan and Ta'reni learn about timekeeping

The Big Game

Heart to Heart

YA-esque Stories

Water Balloon War

The Birthday Surprise

Kelly and Panemi look at kittens

[ashesandhackles]

@hprecfest Day 2 - A Comfort fic

Regretfully Yours by @maria-de-salinas

Severus/ Petunia. Explicit.

The unexpectedly tender and intimate romance between Severus and Petunia - post the events of First War- tops this list. Maria has a way of writing care, intimacy with such loving attention to detail, it blows me away in all of her work. This also has a sequel!

Summary:

1981 was not Petunia's year. The day before New Year's Eve, determined to make a fresh start of it, she straps Harry and Dudley into the car and flees north--only to hit into the biggest snowstorm she's ever seen in her life. Grief-stricken and dazed by his pivot from Death Eater to teacher, Severus Snape spends his holiday far from everyone, wandering aimlessly through the snow. The last thing either of them wanted was their paths to collide, but when Petunia gets stuck in the snow, they'll get stuck with each other.

2. Not bright or noble, but almost sublime by @yletylyf

Severus/Sirius raising Harry. Explicit.

I remember talking to Lety when we connected in Snirius fandom: "Where are the fluffy fics? Where are the raising Harry fics?" Of course, Snirius fandom as a whole is interested in the tension and delicious angst of Sirius and Severus together, often veering to darker territories - so it was a relief when Lety started writing this! A very fun Snirius raising Harry story.

Summary:

On that fateful Halloween night in Godric's Hollow, Severus Snape and Sirius Black unite in a common cause: find the Secret-Keeper who betrayed their best friend. Or: A temporary truce turns into something much more.

3. The Dog and Deer Detective Agency by @artemisia-black

Sirius/OFC.

If you ever wanted to see Sirius Black in a noir-esque mystery, this is your fic. Not only is Artemisia good at building the luxuriant atmosphere for the foreboding story, this is a good exploration of Sirius in an alternate universe without threat of Voldemort. He is a freer version of the man you might see in canon, but still has that family baggage. There is also tons of baby Harry and Sirius cuteness (yes, that is my catnip- Harry and Sirius are my favourite dynamic in canon)

Summary:

Set in an AU where Voldemort is never born. James and Sirius are both the best of friends and brilliant wizards, and not wanting to be tied down to a 9-to-5, they founded a detective agency. A year in, they have had a steady business from scorned spouses until one day a woman arrives and draws them into a sinister plot in the Scottish Highlands.

sore subject by @incalculablepower

Lavendar Brown/Parvati Patil & Demelza Robbins/Parvati Patil

No one gets the romantic comedy #vibe of Half Blood Prince quite like Incalculable Power. This fic is special among her work because she captures an experience lot of queer women go through - an intense codependent friendship that is just waiting to edge into romance.

Summary:

The High Priestess, reversed. Trust your intuition. Your true self is waiting; she refuses to be contained for much longer.

Orchards by @whinlatter

Harry/Ginny.

Whinlatter dropped into the fandom with a 17k fic written about the summer Harry and Ginny fell in love, and it was utterly beautiful tribute to first loves, Harry, Ginny and also, the third character: the orchard. Even when the fic weaved in the grief Harry is still dealing with and references the war years, it is infused with hope for the future.

Summary:

The orchard is a wild, thousand-flower, crumpled-gate, fall-down-fence sort of place, where things grow that you’ve never asked for, that you’d never expect. The summer of ’96, the story of something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow.

[theautisticjedi]

Fulfilled That Promise a Bit Too Late

Charlie has a new animatronic design to show her father.

Just a quick little idea I've had floating around my head for awhile, title suggested by @north-noire, thanks again for letting me fill your message box with angst

You can also read it on ao3

"Daddy, look what I drew!" Charlie called out as she burst into her father's office. 

Henry greeted her with a smile, while William's reaction was a poorly hid sneer. 

"Charlotte, you know the rules," William reminded, crossing his arms. The 'no children allowed policy' was something implemented at both their office's, however Henry was always more lax with it then he should be, at least in William's opinion. 

Henry waved his hand in William's direction to dismiss him, before scooping the toddler up into his arms. "What did you draw for me today?" 

"A new anim-animon-" 

"'Animatronic?'" Henry finished. 

"Yes! I drew you a brand new one," she handed him her drawing. 

Henry took a look, seeing a drawing of a black bear with a yellow star on his chest and bright red cheeks. He looked a lot like Freddy.

"Oh angel this is beautiful," Henry grinned. 

Charlie smiled at the praise, "His name is Lefty!" 

"Lefty?" William snorted, scooting his chair up to get a closer look at the drawing. 

"Yeah!" Charlie exclaimed, not noticing her Uncle's snide tone. "He'd be on stage and singing with the rest of the band. Do you think you could build him?" 

"We already have a bear, we don't need two of them." William replied. 

"William," Henry gave his friend a stern look, before turning back to Charlie. "I'll definitely think about it, I think Lefty is very unique." He stood up, balancing her on his hip, and placed the drawing next to the blueprints for upcoming animatronics. 

"Now, isn't it time for your nap? Come on, I'll put you to bed." He carried her out of the office and to her bedroom, tucking her into bed before shutting the curtains. 

"Daddy, do you really think you'll build Lefty?" She asked softly. 

"Of course I do, Uncle Will and I want to make this a franchise, and we'll need all sorts of new characters for each restaurant. I bet Lefty would fit right in one day." 

“Promise?”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "I promise, now get some sleep, I love you." 

"I love you too," She yawned, as he flicked off the lights and shut the door. 

…

"Daddy, do you really think you'll build Lefty?" 

Charlie's words echoed in Henry's head as he stared at the finished animatronic in front of him. He looked exactly like how she'd drawn him. She would have been thrilled at this. 

He wondered if she'd recognize him, if she had any memories at all. 

"Uncle Henry?" Michael's voice broke through the garage. "Is it ready?" 

Henry nodded, powering up the animatronic. Lefty twitched and sprung to life, Henry taking a deep breath as he watched his creation step out into the night air. 

He knew the next time he'd see him, Charlie, the Marionette, would be trapped inside. 

He needed this to succeed. For Charlie. For himself. 

"I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now."

[romanceyourdemons]

I'm asking you about film noir

awesome. when a lot of people talk about noir tropes, noir detectives and femme fatales etc, they’re imagining philip marlowe on a dark night in a city that never sleeps. which isn’t completely inaccurate, there are films noir with philip marlowe, they’re just films adapted directly from philip marlowe novels. these gumshoe detective tropes originate in the hard boiled novels of raymond chandler and others, which are an influence on the film noir genre, but not the only or even, i would argue, the strongest influence. after all, the protagonists of many noirs are not detectives but criminals. other influences on the genre include pre-code gangster films and german expressionist films, and, like these films, many noirs do not follow chandler in depicting a seedy world irremediably steeped in crime. rather, like rico in little caesar (1931) and the doorman in the last laugh (1924), many noir protagonists expect, demand, and even briefly have within their grasp a life of postwar prosperity and domesticity—but the path they take to try and claim it for themself slingshots them into a spiral of deception and destruction. some films, such as double indemnity (1944) and the postman always rings twice (1946), the protagonist becomes trapped in a deadly whirlpool of crimes begetting crimes, whereas others, such as detour (1945) and you only live once (1937), show one crime as being more than enough. in the third man (1945) and the stranger (1946), the crimes are war crimes, and in night of the hunter (1955) and shadow of a doubt (1943) the criminal invades and superimposes himself atop the coveted world of the white picket fence. additionally, many femmes fatale, rather than being career criminals, are or want to be housewives—they just demand to be a housewife to a wealthier man, or to make love to a young and handsome man to compensate for the dullness of their prosperous husband. but perhaps the key difference between genres is that, unlike the gumshoe detective who slouches off into the night to solve another crime another day, most films noir between underworld (1927) and north by northwest (1959) follows a single tragic figure from his cadillac dreams to his wretched end by the wayside. that is the spirit of the classics of film noir: a man takes a bolt cutter to the gates of the american dream, but finds that the lock bleeds, and the bolt cutters cut back

[charbles]

Since I really enjoy hearing you talk!

You've stated your favorites of yours and @/GalaticalDisasters AU, do any of your other friends have any FNAF character portrayals you enjoy?

- 🦋 Anon

Hey hey there Butterfly, im glad you like hearing me talk haha :]]

I DO have some favorites :D! im gonna keep this limited because ive made alot of friends as of joining tumblr!

Im gonna start with my OG friends, the critters who i dragged onto this site with me!

@jesterfoolery has an ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL Chica, i love her, shes squishy, and DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON JESTERS ELIZABETH AFTON, ABSOLUTELY LOVELY!! Jesters are is also VERY SQUISHY AND POLITE!!!

next of my personal friends i have to mention @artvid707 interpretation of Fritz! He is very cute and STEALS CANDY, i dont have a solid picture to draw of this character, but arties page has VERY VERY NEATO SKEETO ART IF YOU WANNA CHECK IT OUT

with my personal friends out of the way I would like to point at my new friends!

@spoiledmilks william is ABSOLUTELY A MENACE and i LOVE HIM. HE IS SO SO SO NEAT.

@north-noire is a FELLOW HENRY ENTHUSIAST AND OH MY GOD, NORTHS HENRY IS SO SO TRAGIC AND LOVELY AND I ADORE HIM

Thank you for the ask butterfly!

[ask-knowledgekeepers]

"Wisteria...?" Noir called out to the mismagius seeing the face as he gulped "You are wisteria correct ?" he asked almost carefully the feeler reaching out to the ghost type giving soft caress on cheek "What happened...?" he was stunned to see the emotionless pokemon before shaking his head pulling Ivy in a gentle hug "Sorry, I didnt mean to ask so bluntly... I feel like you need this..." he chuckled softly "Im here for you, you know ?"

Ivy seemed to calm down at the Sylveon's reassuring words, she just nervously looked away and muttered a faint "I'm sorry."

She cringed as his ribbon touched her cheek, for some odd reason, the ghost was expecting something worse. Though she wasn't sure why. From what she could recall about him, Noir wasn't a cruel or mean Pokemon. Though she couldn't be sure, her memories of them were a bit hazy.

Ivy instantly backed away at the question, she looked like she was about to say something but quickly went silent. Her gaze fell to the floor as she refused to answer. Noir didn't seem to push the matter either much to her relief. However, She didn't have time to react before Noir pulled her into a loving but firm hug.

She quietly sniffled as tears began streaming down her face, it'd been so long since she cried. Years even, now that she was she couldn't seem to stop herself. As all the memories began to flood back Ivy cuddled into Noir's hug, despite the sudden emotional pain she was hit with, she was glad someone she knew from the past was here to at least soothe it.

→ Ivy will now respond "normally" to those who know her as Wisteria. → Noir has been added to her [Family] on the Relationships Page. → Ivy is unavailable for asks until further notice.

- Mod note below -

For those who do not know who Noir is, Noir is one of the Pokemon who adopted Wisteria (Now Ivy) on @ask-north. She considers them to be one of her parents. Wisteria cared a lot for Noir, her one wish was for him to not forget her.

If you would like to see their interactions here is a list:

Original Noir and Wisteria Interaction

Original + Noir's Reply

Reply 2

Noirs Reply 2

If you enjoyed this post even slightly you have Sleepy to thank for that! They're the one that originally came up with the interaction. They were even kind enough to doodle it out then send me this ask, I just adapted it into my own style and added my own flare to it.

This post has been in the works since January of this year, I had to redraw this twice due to being unhappy with my style and the flow. I'm very pleased to finally feel confident enough to post it.

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I'm also happy to say this will be the last Ivy-related ask I will be answering (for now). For those sick of Ivy, I'm sure you're very glad to hear that. I love her a lot, and I'm very annoying about it. I understand. I know you've all stuck with me this long and I'm very thankful for that, especially with my ups and downs of returning only to disappear into the void again.

I did have a majority of the "Pretender" arc drawn and sketched and ready to go but I scrapped it due to a random sudden hate for how my art style looked. I unfortunately still have a lot of confidence issues with my art that I'm trying to work through. I just want y'all to know all of your love for my art and story really helped me gain it back. Knowing people like my content brings me so much joy, I hope I can continue to share the world and story I've built with everyone here.

And also, I assure you there are only Klaus-centered posts from here on. Well... until after a certain event happens that will bring the Pretender act to a close. Then I have to drag Ivy back in, Sorry not sorry! She doesn't sit in the Main character's box for nothing. /lh You'll get to meet her granddaughter very soon along with a little gremlin cat. 🤭

[north-noire]

You CANNOT tell me that Charlie didn’t name this dish after Michael from what happened in sister location

Sorry that this ask reply took so long to do! OH ABSOLUTELY. She would totally make it a joke recipe for the lols She would feel bad for laughing about it after Michael tells her what happened in the Sister Location bunker afterwards, but Michael doesn't really mind. He actually would probably joke about what he went through down there too, he finds it a better way of coping than fixating too hard on it.

[tackytigerfic]

Six Sentence Sunday

tagged by the brilliant @oknowkiss whose brain i want to live inside - her post is here, believe me when i say i am very excited about the rest.

I have been writing wildly but my life is very overwhelming atm so i don't get much fandom time. really missing the place (and answering my asks, and going through my mentions 😩) and i hope everyone else is doing well these days!

anyway this is taken from the sex scene i've been writing for weeks which is now nearly 10k long... help. in this fic voldemort lives, harry is still fighting him, and draco joined the Order in 6th year.

“Please,” Harry said. “Draco, please…” deliberately, almost a tease, looking at Draco through his lowered lashes, an invitation. And it worked, just like Harry had known it would, Draco’s face taking on a preoccupied look like he had when he was looking through Lucius’s notebooks, like there was a puzzle he was trying to solve, and he practically shoved Harry along the wall towards the door that led into the parlour.

“In here,” he said, managing to sound bossy even when his words were muffled against Harry’s mouth, though Harry was weirdly into it, liked how he got posher-sounding the more Harry kissed him, liked that he wasn’t averse to pushing Harry around a bit, liked the feel of his warm hand pressing hard at the base of Harry’s spine as they moved together into the room and towards the big old horsehair sofa that sat solidly in front of the dusty fireplace.

The window was north-facing in here, the light thin and high. “Off,” Draco said, and Harry began obediently to lift his t-shirt up, before he saw that Draco was talking crossly to the dustcloth that he was irritatedly flicking off the sofa onto the floor. Harry paused, feeling silly, but then Draco turned, brushing off his hands, and when he caught sight of Harry, the t-shirt bundled up under one armpit, one elbow sliding out below the hem, he stopped still and blushed so obviously that Harry found himself laughing.

“Shut up,” Draco said, but he was laughing too, and then he strode the last few steps towards Harry and slid both hands right up under Harry’s t-shirt, easing it the rest of the way off him, letting it drop decisively to the floor at their feet.

“There,” he said. “That’s better.”

Tagging @hogwartsfirebolt @lqtraintracks @jalesidor @pineau-noir @teacup-tai @vivantesopales @xanthippe74 and anyone reading this , if you fancy it. please @ me if you do, i'm feeling so out of things atm and want to know what everyone is up to!

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 5: Checking Fence

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

With the two of you mounted on your horses, you set off down a dirt road towards the north field.

"I'm surprised no one has snatched you up yet," Jake commented out of the blue.

'If you only knew,' you thought to yourself. "Nah. I love my job too much," you replied, gazing ahead before turning to look at him. "What about you?"

Jake looked ahead, his expression thoughtful. "I've thought about it, but my job keeps me busy. Maybe one day." He glanced at you with a small smile. "Who knows, right?"

You nodded in agreement, appreciating the simplicity of the moment. The rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves against the dirt road, the warm sun overhead, and the gentle breeze all contributed to the serenity of the day. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the beauty of life.

As you approached the gate leading to the north field, Jake spoke up, "I'll get the gate if you grab my horse and walk her in."

"Sure," you reply, taking the reins from Jake as he dismounts to open the gate. After he swings it open, you lead both horses inside. Jake follows and then secures the gate behind you.

He mounts back onto his horse, and you pass him the reins. As your hands briefly touch, there's a warm connection that you can't help but notice, but you ignore it and turn to look at the fence.

"Well, let's get this started," you declare, turning your horse and beginning to ride alongside the fence.

Jake sighs, slightly frustrated, and falls into line behind you.

The north field held a special place in your heart, mainly because of the small creek that meandered through it. When you were younger, it served as your sanctuary when you needed a break from everything. It was also the very spot where you shared your first kiss and lost your virginity to Jake. It suddenly struck you that this was likely why James had asked you to check the fence, and you quietly shook your head with a sigh.

You looked at your watch and then at Jake. "You hungry? We can eat here?"

Jake looked around. "Yeah. It's been awhile since I've been here."

"Let's head over by the tree," you suggested, steering your horse in that direction, with Jake following suit. When you reached the tree, you dismounted your horse and grabbed the blanket from the back of the saddle.

"I'll get things set up," Jake announced mysteriously from behind you. As he reached up, you caught a new scent, one you didn't recognize from years ago. Back in high school, he used to smell like Drakkar Noir. Now, there was a distinct manly aroma of bourbon and leather, with a subtle undertone of fresh hay.

He had already secured his horse to the tree, so you did the same. Meanwhile, he spread out a blanket beside the creek and fetched the basket from behind his saddle, placing it on the blanket.

After securing your horse, you made your way over to the blanket. Jake extended his hand towards you, and you looked at it, then at him.

"Let me help you," he said with a charming grin.

You returned the smile, placed your hand in his, and settled down onto the blanket. Jake followed suit, sitting beside you.

The serene babble of the creek and the distant rustle of leaves created a soothing backdrop to your picnic. Griff had packed an assortment of sandwiches, fruit, and some homemade lemonade. The simple spread seemed to suit the day perfectly.

As you both sat there, enjoying the food and the natural surroundings, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment.

"Thanks for helping me today, Jake," you said, taking a sip of lemonade.

He smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "You're welcome. Sometimes, it's good to slow down a bit, you know?"

You shrug. "Life is much simpler and slower in Alaska. I love it."

"It sounds like it. Coronado is always bustling. Hell, Top Gun school keeps you on your toes."

"And you enjoy it?"

He grinned widely. "I love it! I just wish..." His voice trailed off.

You locked eyes with him. "You wish what?"

He held your gaze. "I wish you were there to share it all with me."

His words hung in the air, carrying a mix of longing and vulnerability. The sincerity in his gaze caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were lost in his green eyes. But then you looked away, the memory of that day rushing back:

"Marry me, Y/N," Jake had said, dropping down on one knee at the edge of the creek. "I want you with me for the rest of my life."

You beamed. "Yes!" you exclaimed excitedly. He stood and slipped the ring onto your finger, then cradled your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It was tender, passionate, and full of love.

When you returned to the house and showed your mom, your dad stormed into the room, furious:

"You will not marry him, young lady!" he bellowed.

"Daddy! It's Jake! You've known him all of his life!"

"I don't care! You're not eighteen."

"But I will be in two months!"

"Well, until that time, you live in my house under my roof, and I'm responsible for you."

"What did Jake ever do to you?" He's always helped when we needed it. Even when we didn't!"

"He's cocky and full of himself. He needs to learn that not everything is going to go his way."

Tension hung in the air as your father's stern words echoed through the room. You couldn't believe the intensity of his reaction. It felt like a cruel twist of fate that just as things seemed to be falling into place, this sudden obstacle appeared.

"But Dad, we love each other," you pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.

Your mother, who had been observing the exchange, stepped forward, trying to mediate. "Honey, maybe we should talk about this calmly. Jake is a good boy, and we've known him for years."

But your father's stance remained firm. "No. She's my daughter, and I know what's best for her. She will not marry him."

You ran up to your bedroom, tears streaming down your face.

"I came asking for you that night," Jake said, breaking your train of thought.

You looked at him, puzzled. "What?" you said, feeling a rush of confusion. "I was in my room. I'd put my headphones on because my parents were arguing about us. I cried myself to sleep. Nothing was ever mentioned that you had stopped by."

Jake's eyes widened in surprise and realization. "Y/N, I had no idea. I thought you didn't want to see me. At least, that's what your dad told me."

You shook your head, a mixture of emotions washing over you. "I had no idea you came. I thought you'd given up on us too."

"Your father said I wasn't good enough for you. I needed to learn a lesson."

"I thought you just left."

He gazed at you. "God no. But he was right. I needed to learn. I was too cocky. I was sent to Top Gun to train for a mission. I didn't get it because I said and did some things that, now looking back on it, I should've listened to my instructor. I've learned." He reached out and touched the side of your face. "I've had so many girls throw themselves at me, but no one could compare to you. Even after all this time." He slowly pulled your face towards him and the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours.

You closed your eyes, tasting his mouth. He tasted of bourbon and brown sugar. A nice combination.

The kiss was a rush of emotions, a culmination of years of longing and missed opportunities. It was tender yet passionate, a promise of what could have been and what still might be. As you held each other, it felt like a second chance, a shot at rewriting the past.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads touched, breathless and hearts pounding. The weight of the years seemed to lift, leaving behind a renewed hope and a sense of closure.

"Jake," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

His gaze locked onto yours, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination. "Y/N, I promise you, I've changed. I want to make things right, if you'll give me the chance."

You smiled, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I'd like that, Jake. I really would, but..." You wiped the tears off of your face and quickly stood up. "We need to finish checking the fence."

"Y/N."

You started to place things into the basket and Jake gently grabbed your hand, stopping you. "Would you talk to me?"

You looked at him, your eyes full of sorrow. "You don't want me, Jake. It's too late for us. Too much has changed."

"Y/N, I get that, but can we..."

"No." You cut him off. "Let's just get this done," you said as you filled the basket and then placed it on the back of Jake's horse. You then went over to your horse and acted like you were checking your horses saddle straps as Jake rolled up the blanket and then placed it behind the saddle on your horse. You refused to look at him.

"Let's get going then, shall we?" He mounted his horse and you did the same.

The sun was starting to set as the two of you rode upon the ranch. After the kiss at lunch, the two of you rode in silence, only talking when a part of the fence needed to be fixed.

As you came upon the barn, you noticed another vehicle parked in the driveway and wondered who it was. One of the new farmhands took your horse after you dismounted and Jake continued to ride his until you were at the steps of the back porch.

"There she is!" a male voice rang out as the backdoor opened.

You looked up and saw a blond guy in blue jeans and a blue t-shirt come running down the stairs, and he wrapped his arms around you. You were momentarily surprised before realizing who it was. You also noticed James outside now leaning against the porch rail.

The blond released you and stepped back, grinning. "Your brother said you were out checking a fence."

"I was," you responded.

The blond then noticed Jake, who was still sitting on his horse. "Who is this guy? Another cowboy on the ranch?"

You made the introductions, saying, "Sean, meet Jake. Jake, this is Sean, my fiance."

Sean extended his hand towards Jake. "Pleasure to meet you."

Jake hesitated, glancing at his muddy hands. "I hope you don't mind, they're a bit dirty right now. I'd hate to make a mess of things."

Sean withdrew his hand with a nod. "Of course, I understand."

Your gaze shifted to Jake, who gave you a reassuring nod. "If there's anything else you need, just give me a shout." With that, he rode off.

Turning to Sean, you asked, "Sean, what brings you here?"

"You seemed distressed when we spoke the other day, so I arranged for the Coast Guard to handle our stuff. I wanted to be here with you," he explained.

You sighed. "Let's go in the house. I'm starving."

As you ascended the stairs, James observed with a raised eyebrow.

[kingkyle5]

Second one this time! This time it's the hidden hands AU made by @north-noire

Anyhow here's the story!

300 years ago a war broke out on the planet Cybertron, a war between two factions: the Autobots and Decepticons. Eventually the leader of the Decepticons, Megatron, was killed by Welder Prime in combat on Caminus. Leaving his distraught young heir, Megaempress, to take over the faction. She plated her armor in gold, converted certain Autobots into Decepticons, and soon took the war to the colony world of Caminus after discovering an autobot resistance group left there. It was also the home of Cobalt, a young bot with aspirations of becoming a sound system engineer like her caretaker Hertz. She also had the ability to heal the sick and injured at a massive energy cost to her. Her dreams would be put on a near permanent hold after she was fatally injured by the autobot Crosshairs who assumed her to be a Decepticon during an attack on the resistance base. Hertz wasn’t content on letting her go yet. What her and noone else knew was that Hertz struck a deal with Welder and began to create a weapon that could possibly end the war on Cybertron. Using the weapon he forged, some energon, along side extra parts from the various sound systems he created he saved her spark. Placing her into a deep stasis, going out to fight to defend her, seemingly never to be seen again.

Eventually after several years she was found by a group of seekers while they were scouting the area. Their commander, Starscream, opened the pod only to be hit with a wave of green energy causing him to fall to the ground. He raised his weapons ready to fire upon her as she stepped out of the pod. However, as he got a better look at her he lowered his weapons. “We’ve found it! That old man’s weapon! Take it alive!” But before they could get her a car smashed throught the wall. The car beganto change shape as it was shot at by the winged adversaries. As It finished transforming it responded by firing of several rapidfire rounds of his own from an arm canon he turned his hand into. After the seekers were forced to retreat she was grabbed by the Autobot. “Let me go! Who even are you!?” She yelled while trying to attack the mostly purple bot as they ran out of the building and down the street to a large portal. He dropped her down in front of the portal and began activating it. She looked at him, the thing that stuck out to her the most was his red helmet. “You still haven’t told me who you are!” She grunted. Just as the portal activated he grabbed her again. “You know what… fine!” He yelled as they both stepped through the portal. “My name is Sideswipe, and you are a powerful weapon capable of reviving the dead!” He explained as they entered a base full of soldiers and some younger bots like her. Waiting for a ship on a loading dock with luggage in their hands. A large purple Cybertronian with blue eyes like Sideswipe’s, stepped up to her as she was placed down in front of him. He toured her around the base and gave further explanation as to what and who she is. Also explaining that he lost two Autobots under his tutelage, Sunstreaker and Elita-1. Cobalt then asked him about Hertz, Welder responded with a shrug, speculating that he was captured by the Decepticons. He also told her not to look further as they had found a safe relatively unknown colony planet to hide her on so that neither Autobot nor Decepticons could use her power for their own benefit. However, she wasn’t content with letting her father go. So a day later she went out and explored the Cybertronian wasteland healing injured Cybertronians she found along the way. All the while she couldn’t shake the feeling that her Caretaker was getting closer. Eventually she stopped at a large castle. It’s gold plating being faded and chipped and seekers dotting the outside, so she crawled through an open vent shaft ending up in a large room with a big platform in the center. 

On the platform was a larger version of a sound system that she had always wanted to build herself. Cobalt was cautious but her intrigue got the best of her and she stepped closer to it. Getting closer and closer, stopping only when it began to shake. She got the feeling inside of her spark again, a feeling she couldn’t brush away anymore. Whatever this thing was, it was calling out to her for help. And then… it began to change shape, legs and arms forming from the sides, and at the end of the process a head came out of the newly formed torso. Its face was covered by a red visor and a triangular mouthplate. (Rest of the story in the reblogs)

[trishacollins]

Plagg nipped his chest through his shirt - that was his first clue that something was not right.

Marinette didn't seem to notice, chatting with the friend ahe had made last time they had both been in Shanghai, and the girl seemed just as relaxed.

He tried to play it cool, shifting back from the girls to look around. He was used to being good at subtle - two years as Chat Noir had given him that.

But when he turned his head he locked eyes with a tall, vaguely constipated chinese teen standing next to a slender Japanese girl wearing traditional a cheongsam similar to the one Marinette had been pushed into by her local relatives- though 16 years as Gabriel's son let him recognize that the girl and her party were wearing clothes of much higher quality.

The teen dropped his hand to an ornament at his side only for the girl to reach out and lay a hand on his arm.

The gesture starlted him, because he knew Ladybug had done the same to him, quieting him.

The teen glared at him for another moment, but the girl led him away into tye crowd.  

People who were obviously bodyguards fell in around them. 

"Who was that?" Marinette breathed by his side. 

Close enough that he jumped.

"That? That is further north than it should be." Fei looked uneasy. "I guess he really is taking her on a tour of the kingdom. "

Marinette stared at Fei, Fei blinked. "You really don't know? I thought you were keeping up with magical gossip?"

"You are?" Adrien asked, turning away from his study of the crowd to look at his girlfriend.

"I-uh! Yes, but-haha-just as a hobby. I mean with everything going on in Paris! You know!"

"That's really cool, Marinette." He tried for a reassuring smile, but she still looked miserable.

Fei was looking at her oddly, eyes darting to him. "Right. So. Ok. That was Syaoran Li. The heir to..you know. The Li family, one of the most powerful magical families in the world?"

"The most magical, thank you." A female voice announced cheerfully in his ear.

And it wasn't his fault that he hit her, it really wasn't.

It was his fault that she flipped him directly into the pavement- but he still maintained that it was her fault she broke his nose.

It definitely was not his fault - but wow - that Marinette threw his attacker through one of the stalls.

"Meiling!" Cut acrossed the panicked screaming like a whip before whatever Fei had been about to do could land.

"He hit me first!" The pile of fabric called, as the girl untangled herself.

The Japanese girl was holding of all things a card between her fingers.

"I don't know the rules." He told her through a mouthful of blood. He might be concussed. This felt like a concussion.

"The rules?" She asked, biting her lip.

"Adrien!" Marinette knelt next to him, trying to stem the bloodflow.

"You threw her!" He said, or tried to say. He ended up giving her a thumbs up to show that he approved.

The guy said something in rapid Chinese his mandarin couldn't quite keep up with, and handed the stall owner a card. "You will be compensated for anything damaged or destroyed."  

The stall owner bowed.

"Syaoran..." The girl said softly, but he shook his head and the card varnished.

"Bring them back to the hotel." The teen ordered. 

"On whose authority?" Marinette snarled, still holding fabric to his nose.

"On my authority." The teen said in a dangerous voice.

Marinette stood up, letting Fei take her place. "I don't recognize your authority."

"Marinette!" Fei hissed.