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michirukaioureincarnate · 10 days ago

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Lesbian Supernatural Detective TV Show That I’ll Never Write

Wow not me doing a self-insert cuz my life is so boring but whatever cuz here's what I'm picturing:

A/N: Please note that any religious references and depictions are inspired from my own experiences with religion and the supernatural, and are not intended to offend or disrespect anyone or anything. Everything is fictional.

Setting: A quaint yet large Victorian-esque city somewhere in West Europe set in the modern day. It's a hub of creatives, mom and pop shops, students looking for cheap rent, and people who haven't bothered moving out of generational homes.

Sypnosis: Strange incidents are a norm, which explains the low rent prices, and only one person has been able to get to the bottom of the strangest cases since the citie's inception: me >:3

Why? Because I have a secret advantage that no one else does.

A qareen.

Cast

Me/Myca Kahn: 26F | 4'-11" | Pakistani | medium-length wavy-ish black hair, warm skin, medium-dark brown eyes that sparkle from being a cutie patootie A chirpy and delightful forensic science scholar who takes the detective world by storm by solving the some of the most bizarre cases in and around the city | Background: Escaped an Islamic cult-like community in Pakistan to study in Europe (idk where doh, just bear with me) and just wants to live a normal life, but alas, her shadowy counterpart makes it difficult. Very difficult. | Has a very sunny disposition for a detective, which makes it difficult for her to be taken seriously until she's in action. | Changed her name right after graduating.

Saya (means 'shadow' in Urdu): Paranormal entity | distinct colorless and cloudy eyes Myca's shadowy counterpart. May or may not take Myca's form when materializing, but is mostly just a shadowy figure lurking around her out of everyone's immediate sight. Might sometimes be noticed by others in their periphery, but never directly. | Extremely selfish in nature, but can be reasonable as long as their needs aren't directly affected. | Often recites Urdu, Persian, and Arabic poetry during emotionally charged moments, with very poignant selection. | Can notice things Myca can't and guides her with investigations, and offers assistance against paranormal hindrances. | Background: every qareen is invisible, but something the cult did brought Saya out. Deliberately chose to remain bound to me. Motive is unclear.

Hildr: 30F | 5'-10" | Scandinavian/Nordic (nationality: undecided) | straight blonde hair cut short, fair skin, and light-colored brooding eyes | very serious, grumpy, and low-key intimidating Transferred from another city and assigned to Myca for some fckn reason even though she literally can't work with anyone because none of her previous partners could keep up and, frankly, got in the way of pursuing her intuition during investigations. She knows this woman will be no different from them. | Might have an ulterior motive? But it's yet to be decided | Recently been transferred from military service to civil duties after returning from a trauamatic mission to check on a missing military squad, and witnessing some weird paranormal shit during her time.

Themes

Primary: solving mysteries and exploring complex relationships between the three characters | eventual romantic + sexual tension between Myca/Hildr with Saya interfering to create conflict and keep Myca isolated | Saya's existence unbeknowst to Hildr, so the revelation leads to a sense of betrayal and eventual deterioration of trust between Myca and Hildr

Secondary: character backstories and how it influences their personalities and decisions | Myca's corruption arc | Saya's release arc | Myca and Hildr reconciliation

Tertiary: Saya's hold and influence on Myca | fully intended to be controversial: codependent relationship between Myca and Saya that can border on it beng intimately inappropriate, but this is only to depict Myca's abusive upbringing in a symbolic manner and how she must break free from it to accept the sincerity of others that she longs for

Tentative pilot episode (idk how to do scriptwriting so bear with me cuz I might unconciously switch to my regular writing style here and there)

Supervisor at her desk queitly sifting through a file of a case Myca recently solved, eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. Camera cuts to a spread of documents under the recent case file with certain parts circled with pencil. It's clear she's caught onto something strange, but she's not sure what exactly.

Door bursts open, startling her out of hyper-focus, and Myca marches in proudly to plant herself before Supervisor's desk, a fist on her hip while her other hand holds up a clear bag filled with dissambled electronic devices.

Myca, smirking: "got yo evidence, chief." Plonks clear bag on the desk. "Time to let this hot commodity—" dramtically gestures down the length of herself "—thaw out that cold case you promised me."

Supervisor, with a dead stare, blinks at Myca slowly with a soft exhale of exasperation as she eyes her assitant at the adjacent work desk.

Supervisor: "You'd think I'd get used to this by now."

Myca, chuckling and crossing her arms: "Please don't. Your reaction's half the fun. Now, about our agreement—"

Supervisor: "That I had a non-negotiable condition for? Yes, let's discuss."

Myca rolls her eyes: "You never even told me what it was!"

Now it's Supervisor's turn to smirk, and her assistant covers his smile behind a clipboard as he picks up the phone to speed-dial someone.

Assistant: "Send 'em in."

Myca narrows her eyes at Supervisor suspiciously. The door creaks open. She turns to watch Hildr walk in with a commanding presence, and a stoic face. She has a visibly athletic build.

Camera closes up and pans over the contours of her toned shoulders, cutting down the length of her visibly strong biceps against the stretchy fabric of her fitted black turtleneck. Cut to a poised hand over a gun at the belt of her black tactical cargo pants that her top is tucked into. Camera pans up her visbily strong forearms that the sleeves are folded over. Cut to her brooding eyes under her low-set brows, looking into the camera with a despondent emptiness.

Camera cuts to Myca's surprised face as she quickly turns back to Supervisor with a serious look, trying to contain her blush. She obviously finds Hildr attractive, although intimidating as well.

Myca, clearing her throat, voice slightly high-pitched: "And what does she have to do with anything?"

Supervisor: "That's Hildr (last name undecided). She's your partne—no, bodyguard, actually."

Myca smacks her palms onto the desk and squeaks: "WHAT?!"

Supervisor: "After your stunt with the recent so-called sting operation, head of department's decided you need extra...protection. You almost got holes put into you."

Camera cuts to Myca's side-profile with a medium close-up shot, zooming in slowly to frame her head and shoulder with a sinister dimness, followed by a soft, drawn-out creepy breath that becomes more audible the closer the camera gets to Myca. Dark, smoky tendrils curl from behind Myca into the frame to brush against her ear.

Saya's deep, dark, semi-demonic whispers: "Holes? Please. We barely got scratched, chief."

Myca clears her throat, breaking the imposing darkness as the camera cuts abruptly to normal shot of her side profile. She straightens up and crosses her arms adamantly.

Myca: "I made it out alive."

Supervisor scoffs: "With a gunshot graze on your neck, Myca!"

Camera looks over Supervisor's out-of-focus shoulder at Myca, who adjusts the collar of her coat to hide the patched wound above her collarbone. "Still alive."

Camera shifts focus to Hildr behind Myca, who has a questioning/curious look on her face. Camera cuts to Supervisor's face, her brow raised in displeasure as her eyes dart between Myca and Hildr.

Supervisor: "Either you accept Hildr as your bodyguard, or you don't get the case. In fact, you won't get to work on any case with high or critical threat levels." Camera cuts to Myca, who is bewildered.

Saya's omniscent whisper that only Myca can hear: "Ooh, that would be a big problem."

Myca huffs defeatedly: "Fine. Not like I have a choice."

She turns to Hildr, who raises her brows and cocks her head slightly to better meet Myca's gaze, a hand still resting on her gun, perhaps out of habit. Myca averts her gaze abashedly and walks towards Hildr. Supervisor holds up a folder in the frame as camera readjusts to focus on it.

Supervisor: "Don't you want the case file?"

Camera switch to Myca's face with the Supervisor behind her. Myca halts and pulls her lips into a thin line, swiveling on her heel to march back to Supervisor's desk. Camera pans along from the side. Maya plucks the file from Supervisor's hand, then turns around again to rush past Hildr and out of the office. Camera cuts to Hildr in medium close-up shot just as Myca disappears past her out of the door, her eyes following Myca. Hildr exchanges a nod of acknowledgment with Supervisor before stepping out of the office after Myca.

[A/N: okay no more camera talk unless absolutely necessary cuz I be sorta tired tonight tbh]

Hildr briskly walks down the hallway after Myca, who's practically stomping off and turns a corner. Lightly jogging to catch up, she turns the corner and the space opens up to the lobby of the police station. It's sort of crowded, and she can't see Myca until a strange darkness (Saya's shaodwy tendrils) in her periphery catches her eye. Her head snaps to it with her heart pounding in her ears, but she's only met with a sight of Myca turning into a doorway down another hallway.

Hildr pauses to breathe deeply, not blinking as she attempts to compose herself before walking ahead. Her jaw is stiff, and her hand clutches the gun on her belt while her other hand tightens into a fist.

Flashbacks to a mission where she saw strange shadowy entities moving eerily across a barren landscape, following it to dead men in the same military uniform that she wore, with hollowed in cheeks and sunken eyes.

[A/N: I'm sure there could be a better depiction of PTSD done over here]

She marches with purpose, as if following after a suspect. People move out of her way, and it's only when she gets to the door and reaches out for the handle does she realize how agitated she really is. Flexing her fingers and exhaling deeply, her hand inches away from the doorknob to knock on the glass panel of the door instead, through which she can see Myca pacing about in the room with arms wrapped around herself for comfort.

The knock catches Myca's attention. Hildr watches her walk to the door and open it, standing before her. Camera points down at Myca a few inches away diagonally from Hildr's head to put their height difference in perspective. Myca's eyes gleam from the flourescent lights overhead as she looks up at Hildr.

[AN: trying to physically establish a sense of emotional and situational naivety that Myca has in order to give viewers a false impression of her being vulnerable before the real action starts]

Myca, moving back from the door: "Sorry for storming off like that back there. Come on in."

Hildr walks inside, and a medium shot from the side shows Myca and Hildr's height difference even more, with Myca's office in the background showing a whole lot of clutter pinned and taped on the movable boards and walls.

Myca, studying Hildr intently yet awkwardly: "Um, do you talk?"

Hildr, in a somewhat tired voice that's slightly deeper than most women's, and with a slight accent (cuz she's European and English is obviously not her first language): "Only when necessary."

Myca licks her lips and immediately looks away, blinking quickly. Her discreet gulp doesn't go unnoticed by Hildr, though she thinks she's making Myca uncomfortable by not saying much.

Flashbacks to Hildr's missions, how she was forced to stay quiet to remain undetected by enemies. Her entire career revolved around being as stealthy as possible, being light on her feet to avoid the sound of footsteps, and always breathing in a controlled way to not be heard.

Hildr, with a thoughtful look on her face: "They said you needed someone to watch your back while you investigated. That things are getting dangerous."

Myca sighs: "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself. What happened recently was...an unexpected situation."

Hildr walks to the movable boards pinned with maps and pictures overlayed with stickynotes of nearly incomprehensible scribbles. "Not wise, following suspects into blocked off catacombs without a plan. There are protocols in place for a reason."

Myca, grunting: "You have to think on your feet to make sure your evidence doesn't get away."

Hildr chortles behind her teeth and points to a section of the map circled in red, fingers skirting along the paths on its outskirt. "Could've deployed a unit." She explains as Myca walks up to her. "Stationed some people on these two exits to intercept them in case you couldn't chase your targets into this dead-end here."

Myca rolls her eyes. "And then what? Tie them up? Torture them for information? You save a whole lotta time and energy by just getting them to trust you, yanno?"

Hildr looks down at Myca with the slightest hint of amusement as Myca turns her way, looking up from under her long, dark lashes with skepticism. Hildr tilted her head as she leaned forward ever so slightly. "You tried to take on an entire team of criminals all on your own," she chides and picks up a document on the table to skim through. "That was reckless," she mutters, eyes flitting over the paper before turning it to Myca. "See? You weren't even authorized for it. Went rogue. I'm surprised you haven't been fired."

"Got my flawless track record to thank for it," Myca retorts with a cheeky, lopsided smile. If she was trying to come off as cocky, she was failing. [A/N: I've heard Europeans can't understand sarcasm for shit, so from Hildr's POV, Myca seems like she's trying to be something she isn't when she's just being playful.]

"Debateable," Hildr mutters and eyes the folder tucked behind Myca's crossed arms. "What about the case you got there?"

Camera cuts to a location outside an abandoned hospital on the outskirts of the city. It's nighttime, a low fog hangs at their feet, and the trees in the area are barren. Dry leaves crunch underfoot, and Myca observes the building in disrepair, with patches of vines crawling up and across walls and into broken glass panes of old windows.

"Some kids went missing back in 2006," she explains. "All we have is a YouTube video from the day before they went missing. They said they were going to camp out here at night and upload everything the next day, but that never happened."

"I read that in the file, yes," says Hildr absently as she assess the building while staying closely behind Myca. "But why do you want to investigate a case this old? You know those kids are as good as dead."

"Their souls would've aged like fine wine for a feast," cackles Saya in Myca's mind. She almost scolded them out loud before realizing she wasn't alone this time.

Behave yourself, Saya, she thought warningly. We agreed on leaving innocent souls alone.

I should be allowed a sweet treat every now and then, Saya insists mischievously.

NO!

Hildr grabs Myca's elbow and tugs her away. Myca stumbles back with a gasp into Hildr's chest, who grunts in displeasure. "Open manhole. Watch your step, Ms. Kahn."

With an embarrassed exhale, Myca straightens herself out and steps sideways to put some distance between them. She's visibly flustered, though tries not to show it to Hildr. "Sorry. I tend to—"

But Hildr's already got a gun out and pointed at the manhole. Myca wasn't sure if she imagined it, but she'd caught a glimpse of a head peeking at them from within the darkness in her periphery before it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Saya? she asks within. Was that what I think it was?

Merely a distraction, they reply. The real treat is inside the hospital...if these gluttons haven't already consumed them.

"We should go inside," Myca says quickly.

"But there's someone down there."

"Most like a homeless person trying to figure out why we're around the abandoned parts," she insists. "Let's head inside where the real priority is."

[A/N: okay I can't write out an entire fucking episode of mystery at this point so here's what happens without the technical storytelling format]

Working backwards on the mystery, here's what I came up with for this episode:

What I'm thinking is that these boys had stumbled into an organ-harvesting and trade operation in a hidden section under the hospital. The boys were captured by the culprits and were unfortunately harvested for their organs as well. This could explain why the police could find absolutely no bodies or traces like limbs, bodily fluids, etc.

Given that Myca has a supernatural entity, Saya, attached to her, they're able to guide her in the investigation by temporarirly possessing her so she can see energies, entities, and other things not visible to human eyes. When possessed, a notable ability is that she can see through everything like the walls, floor, ceiling, and can find hidden rooms that way or people/entities in covered spaces. But when not possessed, Myca is intelligent enough to find clues on her own to solve cases, relying on creativity to do so.

Though Myca can see the spirits of those that have passed, she can't find the boys' spirits, and she can't communicate with any of the spirits anymore with Hildr constantly in her proximity.

The blueprints they have of the hospital aren't accurate—on purpose. It was created to be misleading in order to hide a section under the basement built around the sewage system, and Myca sees it when she allows Saya to temporarily possess her.

Hildr argues: "Misleading blueprints? For a hospital? That’s ridiculous. Too many people involved, too much risk. One wrong drill and your whole secret’s out."

Myca: "What do you mean?"

Hildr: "How many people's silence can you buy out? And, realistically speaking, how many of them could keep such a secret? We're talking architects, contractors, construction workers, plumbers and electrician."

Myca: "Not if it's part of an original design the hospital was built on. [City name] is really old, and I just dusted my hands off a case in the catacombs towards the city center, remember?"

Hildr, thoughtful: "Ah. Fair. Lead the way, Ms. Kahn."

[A/N: tbh I'm not great at writing mysteries so idk how the episode would progress, what clues they'd find, the red herrings they'd encounter, and what danger Myca could find herself in that would require Hildr stepping in to protect them. I think I'm good at manufacturing chemistry, but I can't do that without a justifiable lead up through this mystery. It's why I've accepted that I can never write this story :( but that doesn't mean I can't put ideas out there to come back to.]

In the end, when this case is done and dealt with, it's revealed that it could also be connected to a case of missing corpses in the city that came up sometime in later years (maybe 2010) which happened after a family realized they possibly buried their kid alive due to some prank the kid had attempted to pull. When the grave was dug up to retrieve him, the casket was literally gone. One of the caskets found under the hospital matches the one that went missing with the living kid.

They also deduce whoever was the person that kept this harrowing operation running. Perhaps a janitor from the time the hospital was still operational who joined the scheme for an undertermined motive. The person's dead now, though.

Myca returns to the hospital alone and allows Saya to feast on punished souls who had hurt people too much to be "dealt with" by Izril (basically Azrael in Arabic, which means "Whom God helps on their way."). The missing boy's souls are nowhere to be found, though Saya speculates that they may not have died during harvesting, but later when being transported away from the site, which means their souls are entrapped elsewhere and will need to be searched.

When Saya is done feeding, Myca asks a question she's asked before: if there's any true religion, and about the existence of heaven, hell, and Barzagh (a place separating the living from the hereafter). In a surprising moment of compassion, Saya says that the energies of the world operate in a way that makes the most sense to the person based on what they know and believe, and proceeds to recite a poem in Arabic called Doubt will Lead to Truth by Abu al ‘Alaa al Ma’arri (that I can't find in the Arabic script so imma just write it in English).

"By fearing whom I trust I find my way To truth; by trusting wholly I betray The trust of wisdom; better far is doubt Which brings the false into the light of day."

After ending credits, a bonus scene:

Myca enters a room in her apartment bound by supernatural constraints. She allows herself to be possessed by Saya to enter this room. There, a sleeping teenage boy lies encased in floating dark spiritual matter.

"I'm sorry for being away for so long, Ameen," she says regrettably.

"He feels abandoned," Saya says outloud through her, but in a different voice layered on top of her own.

Myca scoffs. "He's my brother. I'd never abandoned him."

She approaches her brother and touches the spiritual matter, causing a reaction where the darkness subsides, and Ameen's eyes flutter open. But only for a moment before he falls back asleep. Myca becomes desolate.

"Again, you know your brother's qareen needs a pure soul to latch onto," Saya explains sternly. "The punished ones can only satiate it for so long."

"We had a deal, Saya," she snaps. "I'll find a way to reverse whatever the fuck Murshid Abbu has done to him."

"He did to him what he did to you," Saya reminds her, "and it can't be undone. Have mercy on the child and let him go."

"No."

"He is a victim. His soul will not be puni—"

"NO!" Myca sobs, crumpling helplessly onto her knees as the scene fades to black.

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