#Art is hard guys why didnt anybody WARN ME

[paperhats-and-evil-schemes]

Wind tore through the trees, playing a hateful melody that cursed their names for the heinous act they’d just committed. Cerulean flames shot upwards from the summoning circle, dancing with the shadows born from its hellish light, and a deafening caterwaul of demonic screams accompanied the mass of distorted flesh and bone that manifested before them. When the conglomeration of disembodied parts took proper form, it left in front of them what was basically a color-inverted Black Hat, as was expected. Soft, large feathers poked out of the ribbon tied around the being’s silky white top hat, its body adorned with a pristine white suit. A royal blue brooch was pinned at the neck of its shirt, the same kind of sapphire-looking jewel that stood atop the scepter it held in its hand. One could almost call the creature angelic. Not the gentle, dainty brand of winged and haloed humans that one might find in a children’s book, but rather, the cryptic, horrifying kind of beauty found in biblical monstrosities, cramming its way into an ill-fitting humanoid form. Yet, there was nothing holy to be found in those eyes. Nothing at all to be found in them, in fact. Hollow, soulless eyes bore their way through Claire, their passing stare leaving a crawling sensation behind as though bugs were squirming beneath her skin, desperate for escape. It was only when its gaze fell on Long Moth next, that book in his hands, that any sort of interest crossed its face, however fleeting it may have been. Even worse was when the thing spoke to her superior in some sort of twisted eldritch tongue that grated on her ears, damn near making them bleed in the process.  Clearing his throat, Long Moth took a hesitant step towards the creature. “You are the being that’s known as White Hat, correct?” Recognition passed through White Hat’s features when its summoner spoke. It repeated itself, this time in a language the heroes could understand.  “How may I serve you?”

WELP, DIDN'T END UP GETTING CHAPTER 1 DONE BY OCTOBER LIKE I WANTED, BUT I FINALLY FINISHED THESE STUPID DRAWINGS I'VE HAD AS WIPS FOR MONTHS, SO I'LL THROW THIS OUT HERE AS WELL AS SOME WRITING SINCE I STILL TECHNICALLY OWED NOSY ANON A PROPER SNIPPET LMAO

[ally-writes-many-things]

Secret Voight (J. Halstead) S2 Part 2

Summary: The team finally knows that Y/N is Voight's daughter. One secret is out but theres still one secret that's not out. Y/N and Jay's relationship. Will that stay a secret or not? I mean Voight always finds out about things, right?

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Requested: yes/no

Warning or A/N: I changed Nadia's name to Jane as I already written her off this story.

       When you got to the house, the rest of the team was already there and ready.  Antonio looked at us and showed us a picture of the suspect. "House belongs to a Dean Masters. His file was red-flagged to notify intelligence, but he must have been before my time,"

     Voight looked at him while you and him were getting the vest on. "Oh, yeah, him. That robbery at the art institute last year. We liked him as the fence,"

    One of the uniformed cop walked up to us. "The neighbors heard a woman scream. We knocked, he yelled out that he had a gun and to leave him alone,"

    You nodded as the team walked up to the door as Voight called out. "Masters, this is Sergeant Voight with the Chicago Police. Open up, make this easy on all of us,"

     He didnt do anything but the woman screamed out that he was gonna kill her. Voight nodded. "Take it,"

    Jay kicked the door open and we all filled into the house with our guns raised and saw that Masters was holding the girl at gun point. "Drop it!"

    He didnt listen to us, just grabbed the girl tighter. "I told 'em I would kill her!"

     "Drop it, Masters!"

     He pointed the gun at us for a second then back on the girl. "All we're trying to do is have a good time. Isn't that right, huh?"

     You could tell this was just getting him more antsy so you lowered your gun and raised your hand in the air. "Easy, easy. Everybody take a breath,"

     He looked at you. "She set me up. She's trying to get me killed,"

    You nodded and tried to talk some sense into him. "Fine, you're right. We can handle that,"

      "I got info. I got info on a deal that's going down, and that's why she's setting me up,"

     "I don't know what he what he's talking about. I swear to God,"

     You took a deep breath. "All right, we will help you. We will help you, but you've gotta let her go first. You don't need her. Come on, give her to me. Come on.

Give her to me,"

     He pushed her to you but then placed the gun towards himself. "I'm dead anyway,"

    We shouted no as he shot himself in the face.

    It had been about ten minutes after Masters shot himself. Voight was in the living room talking to the girl while Jay and you were on the stairs taking a moment. Antonio walked up to us and leaned on the staircase. "You guys okay?"

     You and Jay both nodded. "My sister and her partner went through this. Guy blew his brains out in front of them on a routine call. Gabby was fine, but it hit Shay pretty hard. Don't be afraid to talk to somebody, anybody. Me, if it sneaks up on you,"

     You both nodded again and said thanks.

    ----

    You guys were back in Intelligence the next day, waiting on Voight to come in with information. Voight walked out of his office and pinned a photo on the board. "Dean Masters was a hotshot artist in his 20s. Work dried up, picked up a drug habit. He's suspected of not only being a fence but also forging paintings,"

     Dawson was the first one to speak. "What was that thing intelligence had him on?"

     Kevin looked up from a file. "Stolen Klimt. Never resurfaced,"

      Ruzek looked at Kevin, confused. "What the hell is a Klimt?"

     You looked over at Ruzek. "An artist,"  

     Ruzek chuckled. "Named Klimt?"

     You looked at Ruzek stupid. "Yeah,"    

     "That's a funny name, right? Or am I alone on this? Klimt. Say it out loud,"

     You rolled your eyes at Ruzek as Jay answered. "It's kinda funny, yeah,"

     You looked over at Jay like he was being ridiculous. Voight looked at Jay and then to the entire team. "So this whole 'they're gonna kill me' thing that Masters was going on about was either about the stolen painting or something else,"

     Jay sat up in the seat. "Or he was just tripping and talking nonsense. I mean, did you see his pupils? He was gakked out of his mind,"

       Voight just looked at him for a minute before replying. "We got a known suspect, took his own life rather than face something heavy-duty. We pursue the case,"

       You saw Al bring in the girl from last night. Voight looked at her and then back at you. "Will you take this?"

     You nodded and helped her into the break room. "How well did you know Dean Masters?"

     You handed her a cup of coffee and sat down across from her. "I just met him last night. It was only the third time I've ever done that. I'm a licensed esthetician. I worked at a salon up till about a week ago. I wasn't making rent,"

     You looked at her sympathetic. "Maybe this is a sign that that life's not for you, huh? Do you know why Dean thought you were trying to set him up?"

     She shook her head no. "I don't know. I swear to God, I got there, and and he was pissed because I wasn't the girl he asked for and-"

       You sat up in your seat and looked at her with interest. "Who was he expecting?"

      She looked like she was racking her brains for the name. "Jane,"

     ****

     You told Voight and the rest of the team what the girl told you and they went and tried to get Jane but Ruzek let his guard down and she managed to get away from her due to her kicking him in the balls but she got picked up by some patrol. You were about to go upstairs to go integrate her when you saw Ruzek holding ice to his area in the locker room. "You're an idiot,"

    Ruzek looked over at you and then back to whatever he was looking at. "Shut up,"

    You chuckled. "Never let your guard down for anyone. You never know what they're playing at and you just learned that lesson, didnt you?"

     With that, you left Ruzek to ice his area and walked to the integration room. "So what can you tell me about Dean Masters?"

     She looked you with the 'I'm not telling you shit' look. "Didn't really know him. I went on one date with the guy," 

     You gave her 'i know you're lying look' back at her. "I heard you were his favorite,"

       "Yeah, I get that a lot,"

      You were getting annoyed with her short answers, but you kept your calm. "Seriously, how old are you?"

      She looked away from you and you rolled your eyes. "Come on, you know I can find out in two minutes,"

      She hesitated to look at you but did anyways. "17 almost 18 but I used a fake I. D, so don't hassle 'em. I need the work,"

      You looked at her for a minute before answering. "So Dean mention having any problems with anybody?"

     "Nope,"

     You were beyond fed up with her so you thought of making her a deal. "What were you trying to score, heroin? Look I can get you a fix. You have my word on that,"

     She looked at you immediately with eyes glistening. "But I need some information first. Why would Dean eat a bullet? He had enemies?"

      She shook her head. "No. The opposite. Dean was the sharing type,"

     You nodded. "Give me a name,"

     "Santa,"

    You looked at her werid. "Guy named Santa?"

     "No, no. That's how I remembered it. 'No-El' Noel. Noel Harris. Yeah, he brought the skag. He owns some sort of card shop or some deal over on polk. I don't know. He was rambling,"

       ----

    Intellegance went and busted into Master's house and found counterfeit money. We were now back in Intellegence looking at the money. Ruzek was looking at the money and chuckled. "See, I mean, that is some serious talent, man.This guy's a failed artist?"

     You nodded. "Yep. It's funny the things people end up doing when they can't do what they really want, huh?"

     You heard footsteps coming into Intelligence and you look over and saw Voight walking in with some fancy looking dude. "This is Agent Joe Hill. Secret Service, Chicago field office. We go back a ways,"

     Ruzek being Ruzek asked a smartass question as he shook his hand. "Where's your earpiece and your sunglasses?"

       "That's only when Obama's in town,"   

      You didnt put your hand out yet. "Does this mean we're handing over the case?"

     "No. Technically I can't get involved unless there's actual counterfeit currency found, but Hank just thought I could help,"

     You nodded as you shook his hand finally. Jay looked at you and then back at Agent Hill. "Oh. I thought counterfeiters were using high-end printers nowadays,"

      Agent Hill shook his hand while replying. "There's digital tech that'll print a pretty good 5 or 10, then you pass it off at Walgreens buying dollar items. That's what we call "baby laundering. " Using plates this is old-school. Takes some real work,"

      Voight looked at all of us. "There's three steps. The plates, the paper, and the printer. Guess who we're looking for now,"

     Jay looked at Voight. "The hooker that kicked Ruzek in the nuts. How'd she characterize her interaction with Dean Masters?"

        "Went to his place once over,"

       The IT guy came up to us with his laptop and showed us that over the last two weeks, there was over forty five texts sent back and forth.

       You slapped the table and walked back to integration where Jane said she was about to get sick, so you walked her down to the locker room and helpped her while she got sick. She looked at you after. "You said you'd hook me up,"

      "I will. You gotta help me. Why'd you lie to me?"

      She looked at you and yelled. "I gave you Noel! Isn't that enough?"

       You didnt let this phase you as you answered her. "I'll tell you when it's enough. Do you want to get well? Huh? I can get you the fix that you need, but I need you to tell me what's going on,"

       Jane calmed down and looked at you. "They said they'd kill me,"

       "Who?"

      "I was at Dean's a few nights ago. It was the last time I saw him. He went out to score for us. I went out front to have a smoke 'cause he didn't like it in the house. A group of guys with guns walked up. One of 'em took out his cell phone and took a picture of me, said if I said anything he'd find me and kill me. Okay,"

      You nodded and helped her sit down. "What did he look like? Young. Jeans, hoodies. I was so scared I just left. But I saw them get into this delivery van with a Jesus fish painted on it,"

      You stood up. "What? Hey! Is this you tripping?"

       "No. I swear to God. There was a big Jesus fish painted on the back of the truck,"

       You nodded. "You did good,"

       Jane looked at you with pleading eyes. "Now can we go score?"

      "Soon,"

      Jane stood up on her feet as fast as she could. "If you're lying to me, I'm gonna-"

     You got in her face and barked back. As you had enough of this attitude of hers. "You're gonna what? I have so many charges I could drop on you right now. So I need you to take it down a notch, wait and I'll help you,"

       *****

        After talking to Jane, you went back into Intelligence and told them what she had said about the van. The IT guy was in charge of finding it if he could and he did. He found out that the van belongs to a church that uses it as a delivery van. Dawson nodded at the name like he knew it. "That's Pastor Mike's place. An ex-GD.

Supposedly underwent a jailhouse conversion a few years back,"

      Ruzek while looking the van spoke. "Guess it didn't take,"

     You nodded. "All right. I'll show Nadia a lineup of this guy and his associates. If she picks anybody out, I'll get a warrant,"

     ---

    Jane had picked out who it was and the team did a raid and picked up Pastor Mike and his friends who had a stack of money on the table. You were all at your desks while Antonio was giving out details. "Pastor Mike was contracted by this man Glen Ward. Now, Ward has done federal time in Leavenworth for counterfeiting. But how Ward and his printing crew hooked up with Dean Masters and Noel Harris is anybody's guess, and why the two of them are both dead now, who knows?"

      You looked up at Dawson after he was done talking. "Pastor Mike didn't say why Ward wanted them dead?"

      Ruzek pursued his lips together and shook his head. "He didn't ask,"

     Antonio nodded. "It could be any reason. Somebody wanted a bigger cut, threatened to snitch, banged somebody's girlfriend. Any one of those scenarios. One of Ward's aliases is Denis Diderot. A counterfeiter and a fan of French literature,"

        Kevin walked into Intellegnce with a piece of paper. "Hey, Sarge, the it guy just did a name check against new leases on commercial property rentals.He got a hit. Foreclosed chemical building on Cicero. All right, unless anyone's opposed to overtime, let's go find our printer,"

       You and Jay walked towards the front of the building. Jay called to Voight saying it was clear and after he talked to the other team memebers, he gave you the all clear to go in. As soon as you go in, there was a shootout and thankful you nor your teammates got shot. You pulled out your walkie and got ahold of dispatch. "George 5021 emergency. Shots fired by the police and at the police. Roll an ambo to 1356 South 13th Street. Notify crime lab. Plainclothes officers at the scene,"

       After everything was said and done, you saw a big stockpile of counterfeit money. Ruzek quickly laid on it and handed his phone to Atwater. "Too bad it ain't real. Kevin, get a picture of me for my album cover,"

      You rolled your eyes and laughed. "You're still an idiot,"

     ---

    You were over at Jay's because all day you could sense Jay wasn't having a good day or something was up but you havent had a chance to ask him what was wrong since it was nonstop today. You had your legs laying on on his thighs while sitting on his couch. You reached over to him and made him look at you. "You seem upset all day long, what's wrong?"

     He looked at you for a few minutes without saying anything, then he sighed. "Did you ever hear about the murder of Ben Corson?"

     You racked your brain for a minute then you remember. You had just gotten out of the police academy over where you lived but you remember hearing about it. "Yeah?"

      Then that when it hit you... Jay knew the family. You knew the family?"

      Jay nodded his head and looked down towards the ground. "He's the younger brother of a girl I dated in high school and his parents, Danny and Gail, they came to my graduation from academy. I still see 'em on what would be Ben's birthday. Me and my partner were first on the scene and I see a shoe, and then I push the reeds back and there he is. I can still see his face,"

     You nodded as you remember the details of the case. "I remember his dad alibied him out. But they never had anything on Lonnie, nothing?

      "No, they caught him jerking it outside an elementary school a week prior to finding Ben. They found kiddie porn on his computer and secret pictures that he'd taken of Ben,"

    "You gotta be kidding me,"

    "Uh-uh. We all knew Lonnie did it but, you know, his dad lied, and they got a good lawyer,"

     His voice broke while saying that, you reached over to him and made him looked at you again and he was crying. You scotted over to where you were on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. He  buried his head into the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Its not your fault. You did everything you could've done,"

     He didnt answer you, he just tightened his grip on you. You sighed as you knew what was going through his mind. "I know what you are thinking and I know I cant stop you but promise me you wont do anything stupid and you'll be careful,"

      He didnt say anything. You leaned back far enough to where he was looking at you. "Promise me,"

     "I promise,"

[jackiexs]

hello its me your favorite girl ella with a new muse. meet jacqueline “jackie” swenson. her bio/stats/ bullets point are pretty long becouse this is a muse that hits pretty close to home. so all details are important. please like this post if you wish to plot! warning its pretty sad and tw. death. 

Character Traits: 

Positive: cultured and eloquent

Negative: abrasive and zany

BiO

Jaqueline Marie Swenson isn’t your typical girl; sure she has the pretty face and electric soul but there’s more to it than meets the eye. Jackie was born in Edinburgh, Scotland just like her mother but after her mother died giving birth to her things change, they didn’t stay for long. 

( Its a long story but jackies mom came from a nobel family but she opted to marry the love of her life an american man. her family wasn’t happy about it)

By the time Jackie turned two years old her father was relocated to Hawaii where she lived most of her life back and forth. Her father; from a very young age joined the U.S Coast Guard since he couldn’t pay for college and didn't had any family members alive to help him out, but his hard work paid off as he became Petty Officer 1st Class.

It was just the two of them and they lived a simply life, her father would try his best to be part of Jaqueline’s world but because of his work they shared little time together. It was only then when she turned five that her father started to take her with him everywhere he went. People loved to see the young girl in the Coast Guard stations, it brought joy to her father to see his daughter explore and have fun with some of the other’s guards kids.

As she grew older, she would always wonder why hasn’t her Father found a new person to replace her mother or as she preferred to say that empty hole in his heart, when she did asked her father just smiled at her and said “She can never be replaced, besides I have you. That’s all I need”.  Jackie just smiled and took her father’s words seriously, they just needed each other and they could go on in life. 

As years passed she excelled in School, was part of the Honor Society and was very known by anybody. Everybody would refer her as “the coast guard girl” everybody wanted to be her friend but she didn't like the attention, she had her group of friends and her father and that’s all she ever needed as so she believed.

It wasn’t till she turned sixteen her life took a twisted turn. One day, while Jaqueline was at the port giving the little kids a tour of the base and the local ships: one of her father’s men came running towards her and called her, she knew it couldn’t be good and she was right. Her father had been taken to the local hospital, he had apparently been feeling horrible for a few days and he never reported it until now. Her father was suffering chest pain that morning and he was rushed to the hospital. As she got there, she could see all of her father’s friend in the waiting room all worried. When the doctors came out of the room and wanted to talk to a family member: Jaqueline immediately responded, at first Doctors wouldn’t tell her since she was a minor but one of her father’s friend who had she always known as Uncle Gus stand up and talked to the professional.

Apparently Jackie’s fathers wasn’t suffering a heart attack, he was suffering chest pain because he had lung cancer for a few months now and it was spreading all over his body; the horrible thing about this was he had a few months left to live. Jaqueline did not know how to respond, she had already lost her mother and she wasn’t ready to lose her father: her best friend as well.

Jaqueline’s father who had reached to the highest rank as the Master Chief Petty Officer of the Coast Guard had to a leave his post in which it was his biggest dream and start caring about himself. The young girl had to grow up, she stop hanging out with her friends, going to school activities and she even stop going to her soccer practices. Jaqueline noticed she had to grow up fast and help her father anyway that she could. 

In the mean time her father went to his doctor’s appointments and took chemotherapy and the blonde would come along and join him most of the time making sure he was okay. It made him happy knowing that his little girl was there for him but he noticed his daughter change in many ways and knew she needed at least to be happy again. 

So one day at their home he asked Jackie to look in his closet for a box, in which she found, inside there was a camera. It was jaqueline’s mother and it was the first present her father had made to the love of his life; he knew that his daughter had an interest in photography and writing and he thought that was the perfect moment to give it to her.  ( this is where her passion for cultural & art journalism starts) Jacqueline appreciated the gift and it did brought her a little bit of happiness. ( the girl loved taking pictures of anybody, people, places even at the ships that were at the port but her favorite were the ones of her and her father together. ) 

After that their bond grew and two years passed and her father was still alive but there was no progress. Jackie was eighteen and her father had already lost his ability to walk and now she had to visit him at the hospital every day after school until visiting hours were over but she already knew the truth –her father was not going to make it.

When that day came, Jaqueline was at her English class taking an exam when the social worker interrupted the class and asked the teacher if she could be excused, apparently her uncle Gus had called the school to say that her father was at his last stage and he only had a few hours left.Jaqueline’s world fell apart that day, she packed her things and left. When she arrived at the hospital, it was like the first time they went, all her father friends were there and she was the only one. She cried and stayed with him until his last breath.  

For her that was the worst day of her life, she lost her mother and now father. She had nothing, she was now a lost girl. She moved in with her Uncle Gus as it was stated in her father will and graduated still being the Valet Victorian. She didnt know what she wanted in life but her father already did, her uncle told her about the chances of attending any college of her choosing. Since all of her Fathers friends and brothers offered to pay for her eduction and make sure she became a professional. 

Oxford was something Gus and her father were talking about for a few years back, he told her it was her fathers wish to go and  travel the world. after all  her uncle said it was something they both shared and it would be a great opportunity for her to figure out what she wants in life as so she did. Jaqueline applied for the journalism major and got accepted, slowly but surely she has found herself. 

the more you know:

she's very skilled at the piano and her uncle gus taught her; so if she sees a piano anywhere she is so gonna play it.

also skilled at playing guitar her other adoptive uncle erik taught her.

jaqueline moved a lot; she lived for a few years/months in other states in america but always called hawaii her home. 

her mom also traveled a lot and she learned all of this from some of the stories her father used to say and some travel journals she found of hers. ( her dad had a box with her stuff)

becouse of this jaqueline has become quite the world traveler, low key has her own writing blog and might start youtube who knows. 

fluent in french and italian

she's a very kind soul but its really hard for her to open up to anybody. 

she was raised with a lot of males so she always felt comfortable around guys rather than girls but probably that change over here. 

secret: her maternal side of the family are trying to communicate after her fathers death. who knows for what? all she knows is that she ignoring the nobels due to all the pain it caused her father and mother. but would she reach out? and figure out a part of her life who has been closed off? who knows. 

anything else will be added later. 

connections ideas:

best friends 

childhood friends 

friend zoned

will they won’t they

friends that turned enemies

fwb

co-workers/ pen pals/tutors

mutuals on social media

exes ( males, females, flings)

[datingadviceonreddit]

Edit: This is just dating advice from a personal experience and in no way am i trying to promote myself or break the sub reddit rulesI used to go to social events like parties or clubs or friend gatherings, events ect. strictly because i was horny and just wanted to get sucked off or fucked, or get attention from women then go home and repeat the cycle. For example one friend group i had, had a lot of girls whod come around. But id only talk to them if they showed interest sexually or romantically, because whats the point in wasting time right? We dont live forever, shit! I would always ask my friends whos at their functions, and how long the events would last for, so i can plan another one for after, or see how long ill have to bag. This was super common in HS though, with hormones flying i assume im not the only one. But even if i wanted to get laid or get that specific attention, i was just so focused on my goal that i never seemed to care about people or was weird/quiet. And rarely scored with the girls i liked. So it backfiredWhenever id talk to them they didnt seem like they cared about what i had to say, or very little opened up about themselves. They never asked me questions other than saying hi how are you. I sorta felt like they caught my vibe because id sometimes just be guilty of staring or peeking, being awkward socially or having little to say, only being brief with the men there, ect. No matter how hard i tried to be myself or be normal, people paid me no attention. (I didnt realise that these people were actually all just losers who did soft drugs all day) worst part was i barely had ANYTHING in common with these people. Cuz no one positive or relatable was in my area.But I too had very toxic independent hobbies such as selling people drugs (more so to eat) and being into specific things people in my area wouldnt relate too, (art related things, music groups, online personalities, fandoms, ect). I didnt exercise because i was always told to never change for anybody, be myself, dont worry about looks, dont stunt growth, ect. And it always confused me to see guys working out, it made me feel like they were stupid to care about such things. This in turn made me resentful of people who exercised, or cared to better their bodies. Why should they care, if i dont and im happy?Well the happiness didnt last long and I felt it was a bunch of useless advice that caused me to not care about my masculinity, Not to mention i went through a ton of shit growing up, so it made it even harder for me to accept certain things as they were already.So it pretty much led me down a hole of needing womens approval for being who i was physically, "vanilla" and i guess mentally. My parents were never in the picture growing up and i basically raised myself. (Hence selling drugs) And that in turn sorta made me even more desperate for attention, because my friends didnt give me any based on reasons above (so i believe) and id always hang out with the most random aquantinces just to feel wanted.Nowadays, ive experienced this so much, that now im just over it and i realised my actions. I could care less if a girl even looks at me in public or in a friend group. I signed up for a gym membership, ( even if i only go 3 or 4 times a week im feeling better) I realised being super horny was just apart of me wanting to feel needed or loved by people. And i didnt even make room to love myself. The frusration wasnt necessarily just wanting to have sex with girls, but that i was more angry at myself for allowing any sorta person to control how i felt or tell me bad advice, things that didnt mean shit or were just spite out of anger. Im happy that i can now say im still not perfect but im less upset and more happy about how i can live my day to day life, knowing no one changes me but me. via /r/dating_advice