#CrimeScene ship

[bewitched-forest]

Formula for a Crime Scene - Ch 1

Circumstances leave Artemis Fowl and Danny Fenton living in Gotham to attend Gotham Academy with Damian Wayne. More circumstances lead to the three boys becoming unlikely friends, and eventually something more. Now the three must navigate a world of superheroes, fairies, and ghosts together.

The worldbuilding of this fic was co-written by my friend, @half-dead-ham, and myself! They will be posting their own Crime Scene (The name of the ship as dubbed by another friend, @thetoyboxs) fic that will have similar plotlines, as we made them together! So behave!

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Damian stalks into the school, eyes polished into a glare sharp enough to cut diamonds. Once again, he walks the halls of the insufferable school known as Gotham Academy. Completing his education could surely be done at home, where he can use his free time to help with their true callings.

He scans the rooms, taking account of his fellow students as well as the room numbers. He pushes the door to his first class, World History, stepping inside to take a canvas of the room. There are several fellow students already moving about the room, coalescing into their many social groups to prattle about their summers. In the back corner, he can see a mop of black hair settled onto a pair of arms. Damian raises an eyebrow, walking over.

“Jon?” asks Damian. As the boy raises his head, Damian notices very quickly that this is not his friend.

This boy, despite sharing black and hair and blue eyes with Jon, had more slim features. Jon, like his father, had a more square face where this boy’s was more what would be described as heart-shaped.

“Huh?” mumbles the boy. So he was asleep.

“Nothing. I mistook you for someone else,” Damian says.

“Ah. Cool,” says the boy, dropping his head again.

Damian sits down next to the boy before hearing heaving footfalls, looking forward to notice the teacher. He shifts in his chair, crossing his arms to glare at the balding man. Just because he was a student of this man’s class did not mean he deserved respect. That will be determined through study.

The man glances over everyone, ignoring Damian’s glare before pulling out a folder. He starts prattling, calling the names of everyone in the class.

“Daniel Fenton?” Damian glances over as the boy next to him raises his hand. So, that is his name. Damian will have to remember so as to prevent confusion again.

“Danny, please,” says Fenton, setting his head in his hand to remain upright.

Damian resists a Tt, looking back at the teacher as he continues. Leave it to high schoolers to be completely undisciplined.

“Damian Wayne?”

Damian sits up straighter, boring holes into the teacher. “Present.”

The teacher just looks at him, deadpan, before marking off his name and turning around. Clearly, the man has already heard of Damian. Damian listens as the man goes over his syllabus, squinting at the relevance of some of the topics. At least 2 things could already be considered inaccurate, due to recent discoveries.

He stands up when the bell rings, intending to get to the door. However, he is beaten to it by Fenton, who is out before Damian even gets there. He squints his eyes, looking around the halls. Upon not being able to spot the boy, he tuts and continues on to his next class. The fact that someone was quicker than him to the door bothers him more than Damian would ever admit.

He passes through his annoying day, until lunch time. After getting his lunch, he ducks into the halls in order to consume his meal, and to get away from the insanity of the school lunchroom.

He straightens up when he picks up on someone following him. Turning around, he’s faced with a familiar face.

“Harrison,” Damian sneers.

The boy huffs, readying his fists. “Wayne. I believe I owe you a beating from last year.”

Damian sets his food down on the floor, crossing his arms. “Like you’d even be able to land the punch.”

“I could definitely hit harder than you-” Harrison growls, arm readying for a whirl.

“What’s going on here?” Damian looks over to see a teacher stomping over.

“He’s harassing me,” Damian says, pointing at his opponent.

“You were first!”

“Now boys. You can’t be starting fights in the halls,” says the lady.

“Brown hair started it.”

No, Damian did not flinch. He simply reacted to the sudden addition of another presence. He squinted at the source, raising an eyebrow when he recognized it as Fenton, the sleeping kid from his history class.

“Where did you-?” The reacher goes to ask before sighing. “Are you sure, Danny?”

Fenton nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I’m positive Ms. Bailey. I was walking back to the cafeteria from the bathroom. What’s his face trying to sneak up on…” Fenton takes points at Damian. “Damian, right?”

Damian huffs. “Yes.”

Fenton smiles, turning back to Ms. Bailey. “Yeah. He was trying to sneak up on Damian, but he turned around and then I saw him raise his fist to punch Damian before you walked over.”

Ms. Bailey sighs, rubbing her temple. “Mr. Harrison. Come with me. Mr. Wayne, be aware that you may be called into the office later today so we can get this all sorted. Thank you, Mr. Fenton.”

Fenton smiles, and Damian can’t help but notice the hint of mischief in it. “Of course Ms. Bailey.”

Damian glares at Harrison, noticing Fenton waves out of the corner of his eyes, as the ingrate walks away. Once out of sight, he crosses his arms to glare at Fenton.

Fenton raises an eyebrow with a small smirk. “Hey, that isn’t any way to look at someone who helped you.”

Damian scoffs. “I was capable of handling this myself. I did not require your assistance.”

Fenton just chuckles. “Sure. Whatever you say. See you around, Damian.” The boy waves as he walks off, much to Damian’s chagrin.

“Tt. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Damian grabs his food, retreating to his back corner to finish lunch before his next classes.

When the bell rings to signal the end of the lunch hour, Damian gets up and heads to his next class. An English class, as if Damian needed it. He walks in, sitting down in the chair closest to the back door. He opts to glare at his desk.

“Damian!” shouts a shrill voice. Damian looks up, squinting when he sees Jon bounding for him.

“Jon,” he says curtly.

Jon pouts. “Come on, Damian! Smile! It's the first day of sophomore year!”

Damian rolls his eyes. “I don’t need to be here.”

Jon sighs, sitting next to Damian. “I mean yeah, sure, you’re super smart and stuff. But it's fun! We get to come here and make friends.”

“I’m just fine without it,” says Damian. And he meant it. He had the Titans, not to mention Jon. Random civilians would just complicate things. And put everyone at risk, seeing that they couldn’t know their identities.

Jon’s face knits together as he thinks before seeming to remember something. “Hey. I heard someone stopped you from getting into a fight with Harrison.”

Damian glares. “I did not need it. He was interfering.”

Jon pouts again. “It’s nice to stop a fight.”

“Tt.” Damian crosses his arms, shifting his gaze to the front of class. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jon go to talk again before the teacher taps his desk with a ruler.

“Alright class. My name is Mr. Johnson, and I’ll be your Honors English Language 10 teacher.”

Damian tuned the man out as he droned on. It's not like he’d have anything useful to Damian anyways. He scans the room, noting the students. One of Harrison’s lackeys is in this class, Damian notes, though he was smartly looking away. Other than Jon, however, there was no one Damian even remotely cared about.

He thinks back to the altercation at lunch. The fact that the other boy, Fenton, managed to sneak up on the both of them was curious. Damian was not one to miss the presence of another, no matter what he was doing. He had noticed Harrison, after all.

Damian would have to keep an eye on Fenton. He wouldn’t allow the boy to ‘help’ him again. He was Robin, heir to Batman. He didn’t need some insignificant child acting like Damian needed any help in a fight.

Damian looks up as the bell sounds, signifying the end of their class. After bidding a goodbye to Jon, he gets up, exiting the room and heading to his final class of the day.

[knickynoo]

Music to Write to Master List

I rely very heavily on music when I'm writing and have curated a handful of playlists over the years and discovered several albums that really help me get into Writing Mode and set the scene. I thought I'd put together a post sharing some of my favorite instrumentals. (These sources are also fantastic for wandering around aimlessly while intensely daydreaming, btw. I know this from personal experience)

Everything under a cut, since this will be long. All included links will redirect to Spotify, but I'll include titles and artists so they can be found elsewhere.

I AM CRAFTING AN ENTIRE CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE IN MY HEAD, AND I NEED THE SOUNDTRACK TO BE...

Full of beauty/emotion/hope

• The Musical Journey by Jonas B. Ingebretsen: cannot stress enough how much I love this one. It's the entire hero's journey in a single album. It is PERFECT for sending your little Mind Blorbos on a quest. Highly recommend listening to it in order and all the way through. His recent album, The Musical Journey Pt 2 is also great.

• Pinnacle by Steven Coltart and Marcus Warner: Some gorgeous music in here. In particular, "Stories of Hope" and "Earth" are two of my favorites.

• Coming Home by Soundcritters

• The First Five Years by Denny Schneidemesser

• Emotion by Keith Merrill

• Unfolding Beauty by Stephen Tait & Tom Tideway

• Letters From Earth by Colossal Trailer Music

Tinged with sadness and full of longing

• A Way Home and The Traveler by Omar Raafat

• Disaster is Restless by The Defiant Heart

• Better by Now and Somewhere Else by From Somewhere Quiet

• Drift Ten by The Echelon Effect

• The Stories We Forgot by Andreas Kubler

• Believe by James Paget

Jam-packed with action

• Epic Action: Fight to the Last Ship, Distorted: Rock and a Hard Place, Strength to Believe, and Blaze of Glory by Epic Score: these are just 4 of the over 40 albums they have, so seriously, check them out for all your action and adventure needs. The Rock and a Hard Place one is a top fave of mine.

• Grimoire by Soundcritters

• Time Traveller by Peter Roe

• Future Heroes III by Future Heroes

Rife with crimes/mysteries/secret missions

• Crimescene by Soundcritters

• The Truth Has Been Redacted and Conviction by Luke Richards

• Crime Thriller Score by Dylan Love

• Mission Tension 1 and Mission Tension 2 by Stephen Tait

• Mystery Solved: Film Noir Detective Jazz by Various Artists

Filled with pirates/generally take place on the water

• Drowning Abyss by Colossal Trailer Music

• Set Sail for the Golden Age by Anti Martikainen

• Oceans by Marcus Warner

Whimsical/weird

• Pizz and Pieces 2 and Pizz and Pieces 3 by Thomas Howe, Stephen Tait, and Tom Tideway: Please listen to these, please please they are so delightful and bouncy and perfect for characters Partaking in Shenanigans

• Awkward Comedy Beds also by Stephen Tait and Thomas Howe: I have no idea what that title means but the music is amazing and silly plz listen

• Pomp and Whimsy and Pomp and Whimsy 2 by Howe/Tait (from above) and Alexander Rudd: for when you want silly antics but like...more proper. "Mischief at the Manor" and "A Royal Kerfuffle" delight me.

• You know what? This whole list is from these same artists, so just check it all out. Special shout out to How Very British and Cheeky Beats

Yeehaw! Giddyup! and so on

• High Noon: Vintage Cowboy Music of the Old West by Various Artists

• Vagabond by Gary O'Slide

• Americana Blues and Rock by Thomas Howe and Stephen Tait

Back in Time Babeyyy

• Vintage Jazz Instrumental by Vintage Cafe

• 40s Instrumental Music by 40s Instrumental Music (lol)

• Instrumental Love Songs of the 50s by Various Artists

• 50s and 60s Wild Guitar Instrumentals by Various Artists

• 60s Instrumentals for Dances and Groovers by Various Artists

• 70s Instrumental Greatest Hits by Various Artists

• 80s Instrumental Greatest Hits by Various Artists

Sorry, no 90s because I didn't like any of the instrumental collections

BONUS!

• Music That Hurts by Me: a collection of some of my favorite instrumental pieces that make me feel like I've been punched in the gut and am being turned inside out. But you know. In a good way. Favorites include "Sometimes" by Goldmund, "Places I Remember" by Kristoffer Wallin, and "Stop Everything! It's Snowing" by Good Weather for an Airstrike (that last one in particular is good at making me sob for some reason)

• Writing by Me: This is my gigantic writing playlist that contains a huge mix of some of my favorite "mellow" instrumentals. Many of the above listed artists are on it, but it contains, um...a whole lot more. It's 102 hours long, and has assisted me through many a writing session over the years.

And there you go. I hope that other writers & daydreamers find some things they can take from here and add to their own playlists :)

[monicaaaaatje]

You asked, I deliver: Athena prompts that came rolling out of my sleeve:

Mass casualties event. During a marathon in LA, a bomb has gone off. When first responders rush to the scene and start with triage, the 118 is among them as well. When a second bomb goes off, the city doesn't know what hit them. While coming up with a battle plan, two rookie police officers get the task to make a list of which first responders are encountered for and which ones are MIA. Sergeant Athena Grant's name is on that list. When her name gets called off, a few officers scoff. The two rookies, who have no idea who Sergeant Grant is as they have only been on the job for two weeks, are shocked when they hear that the woman survived earthquakes, mudstreams, almost drowning in the pacific and apparently put on a turn out suit to keep her husband from getting killed in a fire. Her husband, a firefighter captain at one of the houses near the police station, his reputation isn't much better when it comes to encountering danger... Both are compared to miracles; they always make it out, but will they be found now? What about the other members of the 118? How will their families handle this disaster?

Soulmates AU. It is common knowledge in the world: the moment that you fall in love with your soulmate, your eyes turn a shade of gold and you feel as if a new part of you has been unlocked. Some bonds are even this strong that they can communicate with each other from a distance and the stronger they get, more interesting abillities can appear. Amongst the firefighters of firehouse 118, the event of the golden eyes is a real thing: Henrietta Wilson her eyes turned a shade of gold the moment she fell in love with her wife Karen, while her best friend Howard "Chimney" Han believes that he will never fall in love with a soulmate, because he is such a desperate cause. Evan Buckley screws women for a living and claims that golden eyes are a myth, while the just appointed captain of their house, Robert "Bobby" Nash chooses not to meddle in such silly things as the golden eyes. He believes that he is not deserving of finding true love, especially after what happend to him before he moved to Los Angeles. That all changes when he meets a certain police sergeant...

How the world would look like if Athena died and Bobby stayed behind.

How the world would look like if Bobby died and Athena stayed behind.

Three times the cruise ship disaster could have gone differently.

A tiny bit younger Bathena. Athena has always been told by her doctor that she will have her menopause around the age of thirty, as literally every woman in her family has had this issue. It's why they all became moms at a young age. After having menopause symptoms for a good three years, Athena goes to work feeling a bit under the weather. When she eventually collapses at work, her captain Elaine has her send to the hospital. Both Athena and later her husband Bobby as well are in for the surprise of a lifetime...

Evolution is a scary thing. Acts of mother nature make sure that different kinds of evolution take place in nature. One day, people wake up with all kinds of powers. How will Bobby and Athena adjust to this different kind of life?

On a normal day on the job, Athena and two rookie officers find themselves on a crimescene of a man whose house seems to have turned in some kind of lab. Upon entering the lab, one of the rookie officers doesn't watch what he is doing and gets white powder blown straight into his face. When dispatch calls through that the dead suspect worked for a criminal group specialized in weaponizing deadly diseases, Athena and the two rookies are placed into immediate isolation. Not long after the start of isolation, one of the two rookies dies with horrible symptoms. That is the moment Athena truly knows that she has something to fear.

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Big Rig Job

Easter Weekend is over, time for myself lets continue. Big rig is US slang for one of those long-distance deliverytrucks right? --- Christmas tune on a truckstop. Its a christmass special i guess. (and here i was hoping for a break from the horrors of Christianity) Girlboss Tiktok Influencer... Ravi is fired. --- Yup, fuck the US Trucking industry, (i saw a John Oliver piece, this is all realistic, or at least it will be until the 3rd act twist that actually, the company is using the trucks to smuggle drugs/art/stolen goods)

huh, little note of implication that Parker has been visiting Hardisons family for christmass during the timeskip. (makes sense, but makes me worried about the whole "archie acknowledging Parker to his bio-daughter" thing in the last season of the OG series and how that ended up long-term)

Scrooge comparison. New Rule: When you are a long-running TV show, you are only allowed to use a given Christmass Special Reference once. You are allowed to repeat it over the course of the given episode but when you've made it you've burned it. I am sick of having every other season make a Grinch reference as a cheap "its christmass" indication. (Note: References to Scrooge are considered seperate from actual parodies of A Christmass Caroll for this rule, making a cheap reference in season 1 does not cost you the right to do a parody episode in season 5.) I will include into this a rule that your counters are all reset if you produce a single non-christian, Non-halloween special.

Sophie, we all know you are not going on holiday. Let Harry be realistic and pragmatic and return the darn board. (if a miracle happens and he gets to go anyway, the skiclub probably has a rental shack)

Huh, Elliot has been attending Nana's parties as well, thats nice. (If the prospect of Nana's family dinner becomes a running gag, i hope we hear just 1 reference to Mason settling into said fosterfamily)

Cheap gag that Parker doesnt know how to de-stilt herself. (come on, dont make us laugh. this is not a problem for her) --- Its Three Days Till Crimesmash, and we're getting jobs at the truck loading center. Luke has bodyguards, Paige has a floor safe. (not a clue yet as to what might be in there.) Correction: Paige is not an influencer, she's a wannabe.

The office has a coded lock on it. Sophie has to learn actual radio operator stuff.

Paige is drop-shipping a bunch of handbags. "i have worked verry hard to make us look good on paper", they're comitting fraud, and they're selling the place. (which would be good news, except that the company they're selling to is one of those Vulture Companies) This also means we now know whats in the floorsafe: The real non-forged documentation. (serious question btw, if you're engaging in fraud, why keep the legitimate documents? What is the point of forging a will if you dont throw the real one in the fireplace) --- Parker's tree has harnessed the power of the sun. Harry has limited good news: There is grounds for a class action suit. (bad news: They'll have sold by then). Goal: Get YDN to not buy then sue.

Harry has done some digging: The trucks are paid off in full. Ravi does legally own his truck. --- One botnet and one Sophie later and we've got permission to bring cameras to the active crimescene. Because Paige is an idiot. (on a related note, Sophie's colleague is observant and verry worried about what might happen if Sophie slacks off. This seems like the third act twist isnt "we're smuggling weapons" but Sophie leaves post and a trucker almost dies.) Meanwhile its time for Breanna and Elliot to have some fun, (by which i mean vandalism)

Im Jamie, this is Jamie, we've heard all the jokes. (great, both as a joke and to sell the "we're real people who have lives outside of you" by pre-empting the opening you deliberately made)

Breanna clones the Ipad and we're off to the races.

"he always wanted to do lame things, like deliver toys to orphans"... And we've kidnapped Paige. --- Screwdriver, oilslick. Elliot is playing this like a Hitman Level. Breanna just smugly whiping the "89 days since an accident" sign.

Turns out, Elliot (or at least his alter ego) is not forklift certified (someone call Your Fave Is Forklift Certified) Unfortunately, Elliot and Breanna are too good at making Luke look bad and this destroys Parkers safecracking window.

--- Parker manages to steal the safe just in time before the inspector comes into the office. YDN is out (also it seems that their father was such a good person even the vultures respected him)

And as we leave we have succesfully divided. (and unfortunately not conquered, there is always another vulture and also we're like 20 minutes into the episode) Luke is faced by his two thugs. "Big Jim" is not gonna be happy (they're in deep to the mob?) --- One Day Till Christmass, Sophie is still in denial. (also i was right they are smuggling.)

Breanna suspects the thugs might be involved.

Jamie and Jamie are back and putting the camera in Thug and Thugly's faces (Which means Breanna is probably running face ID) Reframing their deliberately engineered humiliation as the start of a Rags To Riches fantasy. Good one.

And Elliot is planting the seeds of paranoia (honestly strange Elliot didnt get fired by Luke yesterday) The farm upstate, its always the farm upstate. --- Janice has abandoned Sophie to check out a christmass present in the loading docks.

Good news: Sophie has found a potential new person to be "in charge" after they oust Luke and Paige. Bad news: They left dispatch unatended and I wouldnt be suprised to find out a truck just crashed. Ah right, the dads name is Nick, like Santa. How could i take this long to notice. (In hindsight Elliot said as much, but i thought he was just making fun of the beard) --- We're back with Harry and Parker, and Paige's open willingness to confess to her crimes on camera to what she believes to be a nationwide audience.

Luke has a gambling problem (he loves the horses about as much as Paige loves the bags). Im almost a bit sorry for Paige. Guns are in the crate that the toys are in.

Elliot gives a goon a crowbar just so he can make the goon hit himself with the crowbar.

guns are in the toytruck (I dont really care? He's not delivering the guns he's moving them away from the cameras. These guns are not gonna be used and while toys for orphans are good they're a cherry on the cake)

Breanna is in the truck (ok i care about that) --- Turns out he is delivering the guns. Sophie tells Janice whats been happening (wait, why are you English? 8.75/10)

Oh she's using the handbags to smuggle the guns? Clever girl. --- Paige threatens to tattle on the thugs (and it seems to work)

I'll be honest, this jump seems more like a Parker thing then an Elliot thing. But i think its just a case that Parker could not believably fail this jump (jumping off stuff is sort of her specialty) so she's been chained to a driverseat to make an excuse for the scene to have some tension.

Two guns in a luxury sedan vs Elliot in a big rig truck. This is just not a fair fight. Wait elliots truck has SPIKES ON THE WHEELS? WHY DOES THE CHRISMTAS TRUCKS HAVE SPIKES ON THE WHEELS? --- Back from commercials, Elliot puts a half-unconcious Luke in the driver seat and calls the cops Meanwhile Breanna finds a childrens chemistry set in the christmas presents (like stealing candy from a gun-smuggling baby) Paige doesnt even get to be present for the big bust (turns out, using a Personal Brand to smuggle guns is kind of incriminating) --- Final Denoement ensues, handing presents out of of the back of the truck. (but seriously, why does the truck have wheelspikes? They didnt even matter to the chasescene choreography but it had WHEELSPIKES? Why does the Santamobile have James Bond Villain-car features?)

[stiffyck]

Hello there sir (gender neutral) I heard you are the scar angst guy (again, gender neutral) so uh here have some concepts that've been living in my head rent free for like a day or two.

Aight so uh the song Circus by Lindsay Mendez and Drew Gasparini kinda smacked me over the head with ~ideas~ and I have two that decided to hang around. (Also uh I may write them if you or anyone else happens to care, so please no stealy steals, folks) (also also uh yeah this is kinda shipping w grain and scar so uhh yeah be warned folks)

First off, this slightly older au idea where Cuteguy isn't initially Hotguy's sidekick. In fact, Hotguy doesn't even know who he is. At first, they don't really even realize this man exists. Then, the fun begins. People start dying, murdered by a mysterious person under the alias of "Cuteguy", known due to the notes left at the assorted crimescenes. These murders and crimes steadily get more extravagant and extreme, and soon reports of this "Cuteguy" guy's appearance come in--he is making a spectacle of himself and his crimes after all. This, as the song itself follows, is an attempt to get Hotguy's attention. A convoluted, highly irrational and terrible attempt, but an attempt nonetheless. There's more plot but uh, can't go revealing everything just yet. This is the one I want to write more, so like if anyone cares I probably will.

And uh the newer option. In this one, we lean more heavily into the bois are Creatures™ and shit, so like Grain is your friendly neighborhood watcher (hehe not all that friendly tbh but whatever) and Scar is a vexling (probs also a half-elf cause I adore that headcannon (Def not cause I'm making him a DND character totally not)) and uh yeah. Anyway, your local many eyed being kinda thrives on chaos and any form of entertainment (cough cough violence cough cough trafficsmp) and, in a very No Eyed Girl fashion (ironic seeing how many eyes this man has) your friendly neighborhood vexling kinda likes him. But how to get this being's attention, you ask? Murder, of course! Scar proceeds to use Scarland to lure in tourists and locals and uh, kills them. Yeah, he lets the vex side go out and have fun. Of course, this kinda freaks out everyone in the nearby town, and draws the attention of Mr many eyes, who finds this very interesting. This one follows the song a bit more (also the theming! The parallels! It's about a metaphorical Circus! This man has a theme park! I adore this so much omg-) and uh I might write it too. Haven't peeked at Villain Scar too much recently so like it would be fun.

Sorry for the long ass ask, I needed to share and others seem to dump their beautiful concepts onto you so I decided to shove it into the world here. (Also go listen to Circus and also No Eyed Girl (by Lemon Demon) both great songs I swear.)

(I don't mind gendered terms so feel free to go wild)

And OOOH!! BOTH IDEAS ARE COOL!!!

I'll listen to the songs when I wake up, but the ideas ARE GREAT

[majorxmaggiexboy]

One of Us is a Ghost

Sixteenth Century: 

Goody Addams escapes from Joseph Crackstone. Across the sea, a Mr. Addams settles into matrimony. The union produces six children.

Early Nineteenth Century: 

Miss Adamms becomes engaged to Mr. Bramblestoke. Two days before the wedding, she elopes with Mr. Herring. Mr. Bramblestoke becomes a poet after serving the shortest military career in recent history. Mrs. Herring becomes a mother. The little Herrings grow up and begin families of their own. The surname is discarded by the daughters upon their own marriages, and so the pattern repeats.

Early-Nineteenth Century:

Miss Goodfellow and Mr. William Jopson are wed. The move into a modest but comfortable lodging on Gee Street. Mr. Jopson is a tailor. Sarah grows flowers in little boxes along the windowsills. She is happier than she’s ever been.

Early Twenty-First Century: Wednesday Addams begins having psychic visions.

Wednesday is fifteen, and she is surprised.

Of the half-dozen visions she’s experienced up to this point, one-hundred percent of them have been glimpses of the future. Unless something drastic is coming, this appears to be the past. 

Wednesday has always been a quick study. She’s getting used to the visions. She takes in her surroundings impassively.

Behind her, an alleyway that would make a gorgeous crimescene. She is situated directly inside its mouth. Were she to step backward, the shadows through there are so thick that her black attire would render her nearly invisible to a glance.

In front is less intriguing. A beaten cobbled street, sun glaring off it, lined with buildings like the ones to either side. Footsteps, accented voices at varying volumes. 

A little further down, a child is bawling.

He’s clinging like saran wrap around the waist of a taller boy, wailing into his side while having his hair petted like a fractious kitten. Pugsley would know better. 

The taller one is in earnest conversation with a woman even as he consoles the little geyser currently soaking his waistcoat. The woman’s right hand is tied in front of her with bandages. The woman’s face is pinched, but she smiles at something the boy says. There are affectionate gestures, soft as a forgotten tomato left to liquify in the back of a refrigerator. Wednesday shudders. 

Taller One turns, looks toward the alley.

A locker rattles shut beside her. Mykynzy Fletcher and her clique of assorted stereotypes are staring. Wednesday stares back until they disband.

***

Wednesday hears a string break as the vision snatches her away. Clearly, timing means nothing to the powers of psychic torment. 

It takes a moment to orient herself. The past again. The deck of a ship, crouched between crates and barrels. 

She recognizes The Taller Boy eventually. It’s been about three weeks since she saw the marshmallows-and-gummi-bears family and none of them were particularly memorable. 

Nodding vigorously along with instructions being relayed by an older sailor, Tall can’t be much older than Wednesday herself, she decides. He looks like a brand-new retail clerk, new enough to still greet every customer with a smile and try to make smalltalk. Not yet broken into the kind of employee maintaining soulless eye contact while single-bagging the loaf of bread with the gallon of milk. 

As the older man walks away, Taller’s smile follows. And then drops like a corpse over a wall. He keeps looking back toward the harbor. Already regretting his life choices, no doubt. 

Then his face goes impressively neutral and he’s scurrying past Wednesday’s vantage point. 

Even with the broken string, she finishes her concerto with only a few missed beats. 

***

Taller’s name is Jopson, and if an amputation is necessary, odds are he won’t live long enough to put the bread and milk in the same flimsy plastic bag. 

Technically, he’s already dead anyway. Unless he survives this ordeal and then discovers the secret of immortality. 

She’s crept as close as she can while staying out of sight. Unclear whether it’s necessary to do so, but watching from shadows is an instinct. Taller is up on the surgeon’s table, half-propped on his elbows and taking it all respectably. He’s shaking like an irate chihuahua and looks like he’ll pass out if he so much as glimpses the mess of his right leg, but surprisingly coherent. 

Why he won’t look at the wound is a mystery. It’s quite ravishing. The flashes of lightning from the storm still raging outside are a particularly nice touch. 

The surgeon declares that no amputation will be necessary.

Wednesday’s shoulders slump just as Taller goes practically limp. For a moment, she thinks he’s just died. But he’s back up in a minute, gazing up at an older man the same way cats look at Christmas trees. No one should look at their boss that way. 

The man mutters something chintzy about scars and stories to tell.

Whatever’s in the bottle Taller is handed will knock him out flat within the hour, but he’s only distractable during the cleaning and sewing, with very little mewling about it. Instead he’s chattering sluggishly- increasingly so -with the older man and the physician. He’s also beginning to goggle at things as though seeing them for the first time. 

The doctor has nearly finished. Wednesday could do better, even with the questionable lighting, but it’s decent work. 

Taller murmurs something that gets an incredulous chuckle and a “What did you say?” from the men. It’s a long moment before he answers, barely awake.

“Who is she?”

Ah. He can see her. The others exchange raised eyebrows and grins. They assume it’s the drug, and maybe it is. 

He’s looking directly at her, but he can’t keep his eyes open.

Wednesday blinks at the book she was reading before the vision, adjusts the lamp by her chair, and resumes reading.

Taller does not appear in her visions again.

***

Until the week after Joseph Crackstone’s defeat. 

[zaruba-needslove]

huh... makes sense that you'd be the one the writer went to... the current state of the fandom that writer is in... yeah, let's just say that the state of that fandom... its not pretty. (shipwars between to male ships, well one is canon and the other's not)

a different guy here and I'm happy to provide more context.

So the show the fic writer is writing for is 9-1-1 a former fox show (its now on abc)... well the scenario presented was when it was still on fox, the US TV channel.

Context: The reporter lady had just been rescued from an out of control helicopter while covering LA traffic in the air, cause you know, US. Anyway, after getting rescued, she does a special documentary wherein she follows the lives of the firefighters that saved her, that means she's in the firehouse most of the time, and sometimes going with them during calls.

The fire chief gave the go for her to make her documentary, meaning the consent was there, however dubious it may be.

Someone gifted the firehouse cookies, that were laced with drugs... and that caused them to get high. (it was an old lady who wanted to "take away the pain and clear the minds" of the firefighters, totally unrelated to the whole reporter situation)

the reporter was in the firehouse, and continued filming and interviewing the firefighters that were high as a kite. they did call for help when one the fire fighters were hallucinating his late daughter and caused him to go on a ledge, the reporter and her camera man just continued filming.

The TV special didn't show the scenes where they were high because she was overruled, but everyone was under the assumption that they'd be used. this is her reasoning for that https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYCDz2pjzHU

Ah.... I see. Then the reporter IS out of line.

While her 'dedication' to reveal all the truth can be praised, the way she insisted that she would have used the clips had the station not objected to it (for obv reasons) without considering the consequences to the people who would be affected by it was inherently selfish.

As if she couldn't reinterview the related people when they're much sober and have them retell their stories without compromising themselves.

To think that the guy was initially grateful when her piece involving him was published without including the questionable clips but then she had to say all that stuff. Like did she think she had the rights to do that just for the sake of trying to show that she's in fact a 'great journalist' without considering how it'll affect other people's livelihood? Guy was right to be angry. It's as bad as some1 insisting that it's within their rights to showing gruesome crimescenes or scenes of massacre (or similar mortifying scenes) on the news w/out some kind of censorship, without considering how the families of the dead would feel seeing images of their dead loved ones being displayed around like some exhibit.

[clansocreations]

RADIO 🌟 TATORT 👏👏 @crimescene-crush

like I'm literally not even kidding, there's one that is specifically catering to only one group and that's the detective kids kids

Like.

Evidence 1: one of the core cast is played by Jens (which no way is not on purpose)

Evidence 2: their episodes tend to focus on what teenagers are up to

Evidence 3: there's an overarching plot!

Evidence 4. There's explosions and outrageous stuff happening at least once per episode

Episode 1: smartass German-British policeman Jonathan comes back to his childhood hometown of Bremen under the pretense of a "learn exchange" (in reality he's looking for his brother, who while he, Jonathan got shipped to the U.K. after becoming orphaned basically dropped off the map entirely.)

Episode 2: Jonathan's brother Markus is a smuggler and drug dealer. Whoopsie.

Like. This stuff was made for us

It's my favorite.

Yelda (zu Zeugen, nachdem sie Jonathan vom Tatort rausgeschmissen hat) Haben sie eine Idee wie diese Verletzungen entstanden sind?

Johnathan (öffnet Tür ein Stück, ruft:) Durch Schläge!

Yelda: Gehen sie weg!

~~~

Jonathan: steals Yeldas car keys from under her nose then proceeds to drive on the wrong side of the road*

all the die drei ??? / die drei !!! / tkkg kids grew up to be tatort fans

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Accidental Bonding

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 The Destiny You Sold by tryslora Rated:  Explicit Words:  58872 Tags: Accidental Bonding, Knitting, Wandlore, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Light Dom/sub, Dom Draco, Sub Harry Potter, Light Bondage, Kink Exploration, Kink Negotiation, Dubious Consent, Prick Cozies, Light Angst, Blow Jobs, Questioning Sexuality, Wandmaker Harry Potter, shop owner draco, Kissing, Living Together, Sharing a Bed, Shower Sex, Intergluteal Sex, Drunken Confessions, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Watching, Unintended Arousal, Untimely Arousal, Everyone Ships Draco/Harry, Domestic, Love Bites, Hickeys, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sleepy Sex, Mutual Pining, Magical Prick Recovery, Multiple Orgasms, Harry Comes Out, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism Summary:  In which Draco knits, Harry makes wands, and things get very tangled up between them. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Catch and Release by shealwaysreads (onereader) Rated:  Explicit Words:  11293 Tags: Forced Bonding, Wizarding Traditions (Harry Potter), Bonding Spell, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Well - Freeform, Enemies to Forced Bonding to Lovers, Touch Averse Draco Malfoy, also, Touch-Starved Draco Malfoy, THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Forced Proximity, Forced Cohabitation, personal boundaries, Bodyguard Harry Potter, Feels, minor harry/omc, Happy Ending, Happy Birthday Tacky!!, Touch-Starved Harry Potter Summary:  Wizarding Britain is changing; a slow integration with the Muggle world has begun, and Draco Malfoy has been summoned from his quiet life crafting wards in France to help. But that’s not what this story is about. This story is about Potter, and magic, and the courage it takes to reach out. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Beautifully Unbound by breath_of_mine (tsundanire) Rated:  Explicit Words:  54933 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Blaise Zabini/Narcissa Malfoy, BDSM, Praise Kink, Dom/sub, Subspace, Safewords, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Blindfolds, Impact Play, Spanking, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Therapy, Consensual Kink, Light Bondage, Angst, Holidays, Young Teddy Lupin, Mystery, Auror Harry Potter, Accidental Bonding, Bonding, H/D Erised 2018, Community: hd_erised, POV Alternating, Telepathic Bond, Gay Male Character, Bisexual Male Character, Dom Draco Malfoy, Sub Harry Potter, Bearded Harry Potter, Dirty Talk, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Gloves, Massage, Sex Toys, Mistletoe, Family Dinners, Misunderstandings, Past Relationship(s) Summary:  Auror Potter is sent on a mission to clear out deadly artifacts from a Death Eater Safehouse with Draco Malfoy. What could possibly go wrong? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1 Rated:  Explicit Words:  43747 Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Accidental Bonding, Magical Theory, Magical Cores, Powerful Harry, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Switching, Slash, HP: EWE, Falling In Love, forced bed sharing, Blow Jobs, completed fic, Bonding, Forced Proximity, Sharing a Bed, First Time, Loss of Virginity Summary:  When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, they're forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible. In which Harry and Draco can't fight, so they fall in love instead. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Awakening by Lomonaaeren Rated:  Explicit Words:  29364 Tags: Bonding, Fluff and Angst Summary:  Draco and Harry have a forced bond. Draco and Harry have trouble getting along. Draco and Harry want freedom from the bond--no, wait, that's only Harry. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Home by gnarf Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  29377 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Pansy Parkinson/Theodore Nott, Auror Harry Potter, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sentient Houses, Magical Theory, Accidental Marriage, Accidental Bonding, Fluff, Getting Together, Banter, First Dates, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, POV Harry Potter, Drinking, H/D Erised 2019 Summary:  When Harry was forced to leave his house because he couldn't take the things happening there any longer, he realised he'd need to ask for help from the best curse breaker the Ministry had to offer—Draco sodding Malfoy. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but nothing could have prepared him for what happened after he finally jumped over his own shadow. A story about an unsolved mystery, a few minor accidents, and finally finding a home. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Cupid Incident by meandminniemcg Rated:  Explicit Words:  12663 Tags: Forced Bonding, Cafeteria worker Draco Malfoy, Crimescene specialist Harry Potter, Dubious Consent, wanking, House-elf culture, Witness Protection, Consent Issues, our boys need to learn how to communicate, Happy Ending, Blow Jobs Summary:  Draco gets into the way of a potions attack and can't get Potter out of his head. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Let's not wait for France by gnarf Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  17712 Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Accidental Bonding, Hogwarts Hospital Wing, Kissing, Fluff, Quidditch, Blow Jobs, Study of Ancient Runes (Harry Potter), POV Harry Potter, Sharing Clothes, Sharing a Bed, Feelings, Falling In Love, Alcohol, Drinking, Party, Party Games, Feel-good, H/D Sex Fair 2020, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Summary:  All Harry had wanted from his Eighth year at Hogwarts was a little peace and a little privacy but, from the moment that he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, it was obvious that nothing was ever going to be that easy. An accidental bond with Malfoy that resulted in them having to stay together at all times was the final straw. Things couldn't be worse. So much to a quiet year in Hogwarts. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Telling You Why (Better Watch Out!) by milkandhoney Rated:  Explicit Words:  33429 Tags: Forced Proximity (sort of), POV Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Sorting Hats, Romance, Sexual Inexperience, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Smut, Comedy, Angst, Christmas, Post-War, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2018, Advent Fic, Bickering, Curses, Pranks, Involuntary Acts of Kindness, Christmas Tree, Christmas Decorations, Weasley Jumpers, Animate Objects, Magical Theory, Mystery, First Time, Involuntary Acts of Not-so Kindness, Muggle Studies: Christmas Edition, Slow Burn Summary:  Not many people realize Father Christmas has a sorting hat of his own. Why would they? He's the only one who uses it, and only once a year. Draco Malfoy just wants to get through his Eighth Year. He doesn't want to think about Christmas or how Muggles celebrate it, and he certainly doesn't want to think about why Harry Potter won't leave him alone. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Celestial Bodies by shiftylinguini Rated:  Explicit Words:  20307 Tags: Bonding, Accidental Bonding, Auror Partners, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, First Time, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Telepathy-gasms, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Draco Malfoy, Forced Proximity, Space Magic Summary:  “An astrological anomaly induced bond,” Harry repeats, deadpan, as the Head Healer of the Magical Malfunctions ward finishes announcing his prognosis. “Space magic,” says Draco, tapping long fingers irritably against the arm of his chair. “You’re saying we’ve been zapped by space magic.” The Healer huffs. “That’s rather simplifying things, gentlemen.” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Feathers, Fire & Fate by agentmoppet Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  25983 Tags: Veela Draco Malfoy, Unspeakable Harry Potter, Peacock Keeper Draco Malfoy, unusual careers, Banter, Pining, Loneliness, Dreamscapes, Accidental Bonding, Cursed Bonding, Guilt, Soulmates, Drinking, Minor Injuries, H/D Erised 2020, Creature Fic, Cursed Harry Potter, Fate, Dreams, Peacocks, Animals, Animal Sanctuary, Repaying Debt, Veela Mates Summary:  Harry Potter ignites the Veela’s Curse and gets an unwitting Draco Malfoy bonded to him as his executioner… and soulmate. They’ll need to break it quickly, before it takes over, but Potter isn’t the only one running out of time. The sand in the hourglass has nearly fallen, and whichever way this ends, Draco is doomed. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Malfoys Never Get What They Want by cami_soul Rated:  Explicit Words:  13258 Tags: Post-Second War with Voldemort, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Accidental Bonding, Truth or Dare, Firewhiskey (Harry Potter), Drinking, Fluff and Smut, Sharing a Bed, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent Due To Accidental Bonding, H/D Erised 2018, Community: hd_erised, Sharing a Room, Albus Dumbledore Lives, Hedwig (Harry Potter) Lives, Kissing, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Shower Sex, Frottage Summary:  Hogwarts has been different this year, at least for Harry Potter and his friends. The school had been rebuilt over the summer and was pretty much back to normal unless you were returning to redo your seventh year. But just as Harry had started to settle comfortably into the school year, weird things had started to happen that Harry could find no explanation for. Draco had started to be nice to him, and then there was that kiss! Harry was just trying to figure things out when he and Draco were accidentally bonded! What will this bond do to the fragile relationship they were forging? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Three Boxes and a Scrapbook by dracogotgame Rated:  Mature Words:  30493 Tags: mention of divorce, flangst, Bill is a bro Summary:  One year after being accidentally bonded to each other, Harry and Draco are free to move on with their lives. But perhaps, what they needed was here all along. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Chain Me Up or Set Me Free by alpha_exodus Rated:  Explicit Words:  12956 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Accidental Bonding, unbreakable bonds, Forced Proximity, Sharing a Bed, Roommates, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Arguing, Touch-Starved, Anal Sex, Falling In Love, Co-workers, Enemies to Lovers, Brief Mentions of Canon-Typical Child Neglect, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, H/D Erised 2020, Person of Color Harry Potter, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Apologies, Muggle Technology, unusual careers, POV Draco Malfoy Summary:  This horrid bonding thing is all Potter’s fault, obviously. As for what comes after that? Draco’s not quite sure. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Allegiance by Ladderofyears Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  4021 Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Accidental Bonding, Magical Accidents, Falling In Love, History of Magic Class (Harry Potter), Hogwarts Library, latin incantations, Getting to Know Each Other, dragon heartstrings, Hogwarts Hospital Wing, Powerful Magic, Blended Friendship Groups, Boys Kissing, Commitment, Love Confessions, Boys In Love, Plans For The Future, Happy Ending, POV Draco Malfoy, Drarropoly: Founders Edition - A Drarry Game/Fest Summary:  When Draco finds himself accidentally - and irreversibly - bonded with Harry Potter he has to rethink his whole life and everything that he thinks he knows. Draco doesn't expect to find love in the process. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Intertwined by bluefay Rated:  Explicit Words:  25086 Tags: Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Accidental Bonding, Magic Gone Wrong, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Malfoy Manor, Self-Harm, Dark Mark (Harry Potter), Serious Injuries, But they're not very graphic so don't fret!, Self-Hatred, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Established Relationship, Sort Of, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hate Sex, Childhood Trauma ,Flashbacks, St Mungo's Hospital, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Time, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary:  On May 3rd, 1998, Draco Malfoy wakes up with no memory of Voldemort, the war, or Harry Potter, his supposed boyfriend. ❤️ Read on AO3

[im-fairly-whitty]

I love your work! I found you through your Witcher fics, lol. Who are the people in your header? Where are they from? It looks like a lot of fun!

Welcome aboard friend! :D Glad to have you along for the ride, we have a good time here and my current Witcher hyperfixation is giving me life. 

So welcome to my blog, there’s a lot that goes on here so here’s the crash course lay-of-the-land for you!

While I regularly get dragged headlong into fandoms that I end up writing or drawing for I also have a whole crew of OCs who have their own stories that I write and draw in between hyperfixations! 

They pop in and out of projects, the most commonly spotted OC being my persona “Wit” who trots across universes like [The Witcher], [The Arcana] and [Into The Spiderverse] among others. She’s most easily recognized by her long ponytail and love of sharp suits, but since I recently chopped my hair pixie short IRL her future incarnations will have a matching short hairstyle, starting with Witcher Wit. 

The two OCs in my header image are Jim the straight laced chivalrous NYPD cop and his future wife Lori the badass bisexual jewel thief who is very flustered at being arrested over a parking ticket gone wrong the morning of her big heist. (She pulled a gun when parking meter-duty Jim spooked her, she thought he knew about the heist when he was actually going to ask her to move her car a couple inches and it’s escalated into a hostage on the run situation from there.)

Their story is called “CrimeScene!au” since Jim and Lori are a ship originally from other stories but I wanted to do a comic with them in modern day New York. CrimeScene!au currently has three out of seven parts finished and you can find them [here]!

The other ongoing original story I have going right now is “Free Wing,” an illustrated western with the twist of it being a version of our world where cowboys ride dragons instead of horses. :3 The main character is Louis, a young Victorian Englishman who runs away to the American Wild West to be a cowboy like he’s always dreamed. 

As you can imagine he’s in for a bit of a learning curve since he and his English Fieldracer dragon Arthur are nowhere near as tough and strong as the cowboys and the Spanish Razorwings they ride. Louis however, though shy, is extremely stubborn and refuses to give up no matter what happens.

(This is Saul the cowboy and his mount Cassidy who are understandably less than impressed with Louis and Arthur.) 

The story currently has two full illustrated chapters which you can find [here] but the real meat of the story is the worldbuilding posts I do for it, fleshing out and drawing draconian species and alternate history. You can find all of it by searching the [#Free Wing] tag on my blog to get all that sweet sweet bonus content. 

There’s no regular update schedule for any of my works since I hop back and forth between projects like a hyperactive magpie, but I always cycle back around eventually and I especially get jazzed when y’all get involved with questions and ideas since that’s always when the best and most content gets made.  

So welcome to the posse! Have a look around, trawl some tags, and enjoy your stay! Always glad to have more friends join in the fun no matter the story. :) 

[bewitched-forest]

Formula for a Crime Scene - Ch 2

Circumstances leave Artemis Fowl and Danny Fenton living in Gotham to attend Gotham Academy with Damian Wayne. More circumstances lead to the three boys becoming unlikely friends, and eventually something more. Now the three must navigate a world of superheroes, fairies, and ghosts together.

The worldbuilding of this fic was co-written by my friend, @half-dead-ham, and myself! They will be posting their own Crime Scene (The name of the ship as dubbed by another friend, @thetoyboxs) fic that will have similar plotlines, as we made them together! So behave!

[Ao3 Link Here]

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Danny hummed, adjusting his backpack as he walked outside of the school. He looked around, watching the other students hop in cars before walking away, heading for his hotel.

Now why was he in Gotham you may ask? Why was he attending Gotham Academy?! Well that could be summed up with one word! 

Vlad.

Vlad had come over to ‘visit’ Dad a couple of times. Every time he talked about this fancy academy he had donated to and how great it was. A perfect school for young geniuses, that held a great standard of discipline.

It was annoying.

And then when his parents complained once again about Danny’s grade, Vlad acted. Talked about how unsafe Amity was and it wasn’t any surprise that Danny was doing so horribly. Amity Park was so unsafe, especially since its protector was the wretched Phantom. And then he offered for Danny to go to Gotham. And his parents agreed! They agreed like the fucking fiddles they’d been played as.

So now here Danny was. First day of school done with and heading back to the stupid ass penthouse apartment thing Vlad had bought for him. 

At least the owners of the apartment were nice. The old lady gave him cookies when he’d finally moved in.

He sighed  as he unlocked his door, stepping inside and locking it behind him. Gotham is safer, his ass. It was more dangerous because humans didn’t get affected by ecto-weaponry.

Danny sighed again, dropping his back and the uniform jacket by the door before flopping onto his couch. School was tiring. A couple of the kids were cool, like Quinn and Hannah. Quinn was an enby in his English class who said “Mood” when he slammed his head on the desk. They had a fun conversation about their mutual hate of classic literature. Then Hannah was in his P.E. class.

Honestly P.E. wasn’t as bad as he thought. They had to change, despite it being the first day, but no one said anything about his scars. Then again, Danny had noticed a bunch of scars on other kids too. Just goes to show how hellish Gotham is. Hannah had walked up to him after he got out of the lockers and asked him where he was from. And respected when Danny dodged questions. Pretty chill kid.

Danny shifts when his phone buzzes, sitting up to grab it from his pocket. He leans against the armchair of the couch as he opens his messages.

Tucker: Yo dude how was the first day?

Danny smiles as he replies.

Danny: Ey.               Same old same old. 

Danny: I stopped this one kid from getting in trouble cause some dickhead picked a fight with him

Tucker: No ignoring bullying?

Danny: I mean.              It’s not like anyone knows who I am. 

Danny: Can’t pick on me for being a Fenton freak here.

Tucker: Good point. 

Tucker: Wish I could convince my parents to let me join ya.                Being that close to WE sounds like heaven.

Danny laughs.

Danny: For you maybe.

Danny: I had to get a special orientation featuring like a million safety plans for Gotham’s various problems.

Tucker: Speaking of which, you going out as Phantom?

Danny: Nah man you know the rule.               No metas.              I may not count but I doubt Batman would care.

Tucker: Eh. Isn’t Signal meta?

Danny: Doesn’t matter.               No Phantom-ing in Gotham.              Any news on Vlad?

Tucker: Nothing new.                Honestly I’m hella suspicious, man. 

Tucker: He’s too quiet.

Tucker: Especially after kicking you out.

Danny: Just keep digging Tuck.

Tucker: Yeah yeah.                Anyways see ya man.               Lancer gave us homework!                On the first day!

Danny laughs, texting goodbye. He gets up, heading over to his lab. Honestly the fact Vlad allowed him to get one was wild. But he’d be damned if he didn’t make use of it.

Right now he was trying to figure out how to minimize the original Fenton thermos. He figured he could probably make it the size of a lipstick, like the lazer blaster. But his first, like, three tries ended up exploding so Danny decided he was going to do something different this time.

Danny knew engineering. Its why he has a fucking scholarship for it. But he had zero fucking clue all the materials and know how on his parents creation. They were very much the “lets just do it until it works” type of people.

Which meant he essentially needed to completely recreate the original thermos from scratch before he could actually work on minimizing it. He’d gotten a good outer shell together, but right now he was trying to replicate some of the circuitry. Which wasn’t going so hot.

The memories of how he, well, died made the occasional stray sparks while staring at the open circuit board hell on his nerves. But he was slowly managing it better. He shifts, readjusting the board as he moves the soldering iron he was using.

He perks up when he hears the doorbell ring, taking a moment before realizing that it was the superintendent’s wife. He smiles, putting down the circuit board and welder before heading for the door. He backtracks for a moment to actually turn the welder off before making it to the door.

He opens it up, smiling at the old woman. “Hey Mrs. Abringer. What's up?”

Mrs. Abringer smiles as she offers a box. “I made some cookies again and figured you’d want some. I’m sure you could use them after getting through your first day of school.”

Danny chuckles, reaching out and taking the box. “Thank you. Your cookies are always great.”

Mrs. Abringer nods. “Thank you dear. And remember, don’t be afraid to ask for help.”

“I won’t Mrs. Abringer.” Danny closes the door as she walks away, locking it again. 

He moves to the kitchen, stepping over some trash that escaped the can and setting the box on the table. He looks around, sighing before moving to clean up.

[heamaybe]

This had many things I liked but it took me a while to get into it, mostly because of the writing style that was a bit descriptive for my tastes. I don’t need that many words for describing things. It does create a specific atmosphere that I’m sure some readers like, but it’s not my thing and I would rather just get on with the plot and characters faster. However, despite my preferences in writing styles, this had enough character and plot stuff that I ended up liking it a lot.

I like the idea of writing a book series like a tv-series episode and season format and I’m hoping to at least get through the first season. BUT that’s 13 books, and the second season seems to be at book 8, and me and long series are NOT a great match. I have trouble even getting through trilogies and this could apparently go to 50+ so I would need to fucking LOVE these characters to make that commitment. I don’t think I’m quite there yet so we’ll see. I’m a bit late to this party.

Book in Storygraph

SPOILERS ahead!

Based on the two books I have now read from this author, I would recommend reading the afterword too, in both books it has elevated the book for me. I appreciate the insight.

The story itself was gruesome and graphic in the murder scenes and I am not particularly sensitive to that after all the detective/police shows I’ve watched from CSI to Bones etc. but it felt different to read it somehow. Like it’s different to look at a crimescene on tv screen than to read about it from a character’s perspective with all their thoughts and reactions.

I started to like the main characters little by little as they got to know each other and I got to know them through that and I am expecting some nice slow burn pining coming up. That’s the good stuff. The author said they would get together in season one though, so at least I don’t need to push past book 13 if I really don’t feel like it just to get that resolution. It could also backfire because I have a habit of losing interest in the detective series when the main couple finally get together, happened with Bones, with Castle, kinda with Lucifer too, I shipped Mulder and Scully and it still didn’t work for me in canon.

I made a couple notes while reading. The first one is after two of Nathan’s ex-boyfriends have been murdered and the detectives are looking at his social media accounts. The second is from the murder scene of the third ex.

I’m not sure what it tells about my opinion, perception and expectations of fangirls that this was my first thought when it was mentioned Nathan was in a band with enough fans to get that many comments and likes. And I wasn’t exactly wrong, though in this case the fangirl had gotten close enough to become a friend. Obsessed fans stay forever toxic.

Also, nice touch with the “I made my gay best friend the perfect man (out of pieces of his exes) because I’m such a great friend, but I left out the pelvis and thighs because he doesn’t need those ‘dirty parts’”. You know, be gay but keep it PG. *side eye*

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Our last Sunday

Title: Our last Sunday Author: Dalila Ship: Sherlock x Reader Word count: 1.923 Request: “Could you do something with Sherlock realizing how close he was to actually losing Reader? As in, it could be days, weeks, or even months later after whatever happened and it just hit him that there had been the real possibility that she may not have been there any longer. Please and thank you!” Summary: Sherlock deduced you have a special date tonight. Meanwhile, strange feeling arises within him, one he can’t seem to understand. It wasn’t until you left when a certain memory opened up his old wounds. Warnings: none, I believe. Author’s note: I thought a lot about this one, unable to find the right context to mentioned request. Then a song popped out of my playlist - polish tango from 1935 (often referred to as the suicide tango), and I just got a little carried away xD Sentences in italic are the lyrics to the song, translated by me. I hope this lives up to your expectations.

      Now is no time to look for excuses…

      “You’re doing it. Again…” Sherlock mumbled from behind the files he’d been reading for a while now. You looked up from your book and furrowed your brows in confusion.

      “Doing what exactly?” his eyes got narrowed, his fingertips met under his chin and you knew what was going on. He was deducing you, and you couldn’t help but put your book aside and set more comfortably in the chair, turning your attention fully to him. His game was on, and you loved it. “Okay, tell me.”

      The fact is – it’s over.

      He didn’t answer you right away, rolling his eyes at you first. Even after four years of being acquaintances, it slightly annoyed him how… unusual you were with his behaviour. Once, you’d handed him a very difficult case to solve. Took him months, during which you remained by his side to witness all the progress he was making. And after the case was over, you just stayed by his side, for a very trivial reason – you were just as messed up as him and John. You loved crimescenes, murder stories and Sherlock’s attitude which you called his ‘strange sense of humour’. His comments didn’t affect you, his insults only made you laugh and whenever he’d read and expose you to the world, you were simply in awe. 

      “Come on, tell me!” you insisted, squirming like impatient child during Christmas Eve. Wide grin was spread across your face and your eyes reflected the flames from the fireplace.

      Today there is someone else, richer and better than me

      “You’ve been… humming.” He hesitated in mid sentence, not really knowing why.

      “That’s it?” suddenly your face was only showing disappointment. “I thought you had something good this time. You’re getting slow, Holmes. I hum almost all the time.”

      “You always hum differently. Pop songs are reserved for average days, whenever you’re feeling down you either stay silent or hum Disney songs, so they would cheer you up. Good days are for musicals, each musical representing different good emotion.”

      “I didn’t even notice… Of course I didn’t notice.” You laughed at yourself, shaking your head. There were a lot of things you did without even realizing it. Him explaining it to you was always something you’d enjoyed. It was good, how he was able to teach you about your own behaviour. “And what have I been humming today?”

      And along with you, he stole all my luck.

      Sherlock swallowed, something strange forming in his chest. Probably the consequence of his reunion with cigarettes, he thought. No, it wasn’t physical. Something made him feel… uneasy. “You were humming tango.”

      “Tango?” You repeated after him.

      “Yes, tango.” He blinked a couple of times before getting up and taking the violin in his hands. Something was off, and he needed to find it. Music had to help.

      “Oh, don’t you turn your back on me now – explain it to me! You didn’t say anything about tango before…” you leaned in, clasping your hands on your knees. Sherlock turned to you, examining you closely. Black heels, comfortable dress and hair pulled into a loose bun, a few strands of hair surrounding your face.

      I have just one request, perhaps the last one.

      “(Y/N), I predict you’re thinking about having sex tonight.” He said, smirking at himself a little. Your brows furrowed once more, before your eyes opened widely.

      “Go on.” You pushed him, smiling widely.

      “Your high heels are supposed to impress that man, your hair are put up because you want him to fully focus on you. You want his full attention tonight. But you didn’t fully dress for the occasion. You dressed comfortably, because you feel comfortable around this man. This indicates you’ve grown to both like and fancy him. And the tango… Despite having a common mind, you’ve got incredible instinct for music. Subconsciously you know what tangos are about. The most sexual dance in the world, one where there is always a controlling side and the controlled one. You’re clearly hoping for intimacy.”

      The first one in many years,

      Your smile widened a bit more, playful lights dancing in your eyes. He didn’t need you telling him he was right – he always was. You were never trying to keep secrets from him, your face being always an open book. Not just open – also welcoming. Something he didn’t see that often in people.

      I ask for this Sunday,

      “I should actually be going. I have to make dinner and… you know my cooking skills aren’t that good. It’ll take time.” You got up, ruffled his hair and offered him one last smile before you walked out of the flat. 

      One last Sunday…

      “Give my best to John if he shows up!” he heard you shout before you closed the door downstairs. With his violin still in his hand, he walked to the window and watched you catch a cab.

      Then the world can crash at our feet

      Sherlock tried to understand this strange feeling which was still growing inside him. As if an invisible first grasped his insides and squeezed them hard. His lungs had trouble breathing regularly, blood was rushing through his veins in an uncomfortable pace.

      This is our last Sunday…

      His eyes could see the bow moving against the strings of his violin, but his ears couldn’t catch the sound. Something was on his mind, but out of his reach. His mind palace had closed door, to which he didn’t possess the key.

      Today we’ll part,

      A memory he lost somewhere along the way. Not deleted, just pushed aside. Seemingly unimportant, but nagging. Like a ghost story from his past. A wound, which opened after years.

      There’ll be no coming back

      After a while, his ears began hearing again. He hears himself play the tango you’d been humming all day. He’d heard it once before from you. Two years ago, the day after your then boyfriend proposed to you. You were so fulfilled with happiness, you even managed to make Sherlock laugh. Walking around his chair as he presented the newest case to you, you hummed your first tango.

      Our last Sunday

      The locked door finally found their key. Rusted, forgotten. Why would your engagement affect him, bother him in any way? It was just another couple deciding to get married. Didn’t matter if it were you or a stranger from the street. Why would it affect him?

      So spend it with me

      He didn’t think much about this at the time. There were other things he found more significant. He was so absent minded with his case, that he didn’t even notice you’d been visiting his flat less frequently. You were slipping away, and he allowed it.

      Keep your caring eyes fixed on me

      It took your fiancé three months to cancel the wedding. During the preparations you both realized you just weren’t right for each other, not for longer period of time. You decided to keep the relationship civil, without holding grudge. But if you didn’t know… if you hadn’t decided to end this…

      One last time…

      He would lose you… Forever.

      The door in his mind were thrown open with a loud crack, as he finished the last notes of the tango. He’d lose you… There would be no more loud laughter to wake him in the morning. No one would force him out of bed, no one would scold him for not dressing up. The thought that was always tempting all of sudden became… unbearable.

      What would it be like?

      Every next Sunday will be yours

      You’d be happy. Maybe after some time there’d be a lot of arguments, but there would always be someone by your side to help you through it. You’ve had this uncanny ability to make friends at every step.

      But what will happen to me… who knows

      Sherlock would be miserable. John would still be busy with Mary and Rosie, you’d be away with your husband. He’d be all alone, unable to comprehend. Isolation, in which he’d eventually drown, would drive him mad. He’d start using again, and there would be no one keeping him from losing it all.

      All my dreams, my happiness

      Your smile would haunt him in his worst nightmares. The images of you happy, drastic contrast to his misery, would be his downfall. It was you who kept him sane for past months. You’d always pull him out of his deepest despair, no matter how much he’d push you away. 

      You wouldn’t be there anymore… 

      Gone for good…

      He’d made a mistake. Your tango wasn’t about sex. It was always about love. About letting the other person in control of your life. And the other person giving the same control to you. Partnership. You’d hum tango only for those, who you thought deserved your eternal love.

      There’s only one thing that matters – you being happy

      You hummed because you made your choice. You’d come to see this person as someone worth your lifetime. It was inevitable, letting you go. Whoever that man was, he was your future happiness. And even though Sherlock realized how selfish he is about you… he would never rob you of that happiness.

      So never worry about me again.

      “I forgot my documents.” You stormed to his flat for the second time that day. Your face was glowing with the most beautiful smile he knew. All of sudden, he saw you from completely another perspective. For the first time… “Sorry to bother you, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything. Bye!” you winked his way before turning towards the door.

      But before everything comes to an end…

      “Wait…” he stopped you, putting his violin aside.

      Before fate divides us…

      You turned to him once more, confusion clear on your face. “What is it?”

      Give me this one last Sunday.

      “Could you… stay here with me tonight?” his face didn’t reflect the mess that was going on inside his head. Inside his heart. Isolation was his ultimate desire, but you changed that. You came along and got him addicted. You were his strongest drug, one he didn’t even know he was addicted to. “This is not a good night to be alone…”

      Your jaw dropped slightly at his words. Never before would he ask for your company. Usually it was you, who decided to stay with him. Him asking you to stay tasted like… desperation. Fear. Something you’d never seen of him before. At least not like this.

      Sherlock saw you bite your lower lip. You were puzzled. Conflicted. Of all people, he’d known you the best. Not only because you’d been acquaintances… friends for years now. He could read you, everything about you. He was the only one who could understand you in aspects you didn’t understand yourself.

      It took you a while to grab your phone and send a quick text.

      “I’ll stay here with you.” Sherlock offered you a slight smirk. He may have been a sociopath, but you managed to break through all of his walls. He had no idea of when exactly he let you in. But he did, and soon he’d have to face losing you again. Losing you to your own fairy tale, one he could no longer be a part of. “Sundays are never good for dates anyway…” you said before humming your tango once more…

      This is our last Sunday…       Today we’ll part,       There’ll be no coming back       Our last Sunday       So spend it with me       Keep your caring eyes fixed on me       One last time…

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