#carmenaux

[carchaseonacarchase]

“ you’re testing me ”

“ i am trusting you. ”

[kaellecappuccino]

Do you still ship CarChase/Carmenaux? Btw your Tumblr is so cute ^^

Hi there ! Thank you that's so sweet !

Yes I do, I haven't watched the show in a long time, and overall my blog is more asoiaf oriented, but i still love their dynamic. Your ask actually makes me want to binge it all over again !!

[carmeneaux]

Hoping yo alive

Anyways

Carchase as Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco

See you

:) I'm doing well, thanks!!

Nice song, love the vibes!! <3

[zsocca55]

It was inevitable that I draw these two together. What’s the shipname? Carmenaux? CarChase? I like CarChase, it sounds funny. And I’m pretty sure Carmen loves it when people are chasing her but never get to catch her. Also sorry for crappy art, I can’t draw humans properly and I haven’t been practicing in a while. And I still can’t draw normal backgrounds. Nah. Anyway, go watch Carmen Sandiego on Netflix! The episodes on Youtube were deleted yesterday. :/ Luckily I have watched the entire season three times in a row so I remember almost everything. Oh, had I ever mentioned that I’m a geography-history teacher?

Better quality: https://www.deviantart.com/angelcat55/art/Catch-me-if-you-can-783568035

[disfordevineaux]

Hello ! Say, how do you think Chase would react if he ever learns he has fans ? Think he would be very moved, or brag like hell ?

@aurilis It would most likely go something like this:

Uncomfortable. Very, uncomfortable.

Confused as to why and how he has fans and how they even know about him.

He would come to the quick conclusion that of course he has fans! Why wouldn’t he? he’s an amazing and decorated detective (and now secret agent). Pet.that.ego.

Chase would brag to the stars and bring it up in every conversation how he has a group of people who think he is amazing. It is his way of appreciating these fans of his. He doesn’t know how he is supposed to ‘thank’ them because part of him knows it’s only natural to admire someone as great as him

Chase would soon after feel the surmountable pressure of having people ‘adore’ him and is terrified that if he makes a small mistake or does a single thing they may not like in the slightest he’ll lose this new found ‘love’ and adoration he’s found with strangers.

Chase wishes he never had or even knew about these fans and wants them to just go away so his life can go back to the lonely way it once was. As it made perfect simple sense that way. He knows that truthfully he is undeserving of such compassionate admirers as he is aware his victories are one in few and far behind him. He can’t portray the image he knows they want and expect.

In conclusion: A rollercoaster of egotism, pressure and self-depreciation.

[aurilis]

Here’s my Carmenaux fanfic. I publish a chapter every week.

[carchaseonacarchase]

main plot

Carmen: Am I going too far Chase?

Chase: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

[carchaseonacarchase]

we both reach for the gun 🔪🩶🙂‍↔️✨

[carchaseonacarchase]

lack of patience

Carmen: Can I say something that will probably annoy you?

Chase: Since when do you ask for permission Carmen?

[carchaseonacarchase]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳 — 𝒘𝒐𝒆𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄🕯️

summary: of all the lavish and luxurious places he's been to, charity galas, high-ranking government officials' parties, and elegant ballrooms in hotels around the world, there was no place that compared to this little corner in paris.

characters: chase devineaux, carmen sandiego

word count: 800+

tw: none

author's note: this is part of a compilation of one-shots for carchase, every chapter is based on a month prompt, you can check the prompt list here and read it in the ao3 archive! this chapter was inspired on a fic i read a long time ago by @kaellecappuccino i blame her beautiful writing for make me love this ship so baddd

note two: hi there again, this is the first chapter for january and the yotp challenge, there's more to come, i will try to complete the chapters per month (update: lol nope but you'll have them soon). so that's it, happy reading! ^^

January prompt: may I have this dance with you?

Of all the lavish and luxurious places he's been to, charity galas, high-ranking government officials' parties, and elegant ballrooms in hotels around the world, there was no place that compared to this little corner in Paris.

Even if it wasn't the biggest or most exclusive apartment in the city, none of those pretentious spaces were as special as this room, perfect for two.

For as long as he could remember, he'd never felt comfortable being the center of attention or socializing with people on a night of champagne, events of that caliber usually accompanied a specialized invitation for him —and a plea from the Chief and Mr. Weller to make an appearance and relax a little bit. He didn't understand how it was so easy for her to float among guests and shine in dazzling discretion.

He still remembers the many times she made an almost divine appearance to make his evenings more interesting; she liked to keep him on guard, strutting in brilliant shades of scarlet and crimson. Among a sea of men and women, the expensive fabrics of boutique dresses and long wool-covered pieces revealed a particular lady who walked away from him, inviting him with a challenging and amused look to get lost with her for the rest of the party.

And then he follows her. A soft smile replaces the stone mask that encloses his heart, letting her take it in her hands and take care for it for a while.

The world is so small and insignificant when she is in front of him, eclipsing everything with a soft smile he would kill to preserve.

It is when the music absorbs them that they can leave that part of their lives behind and connect in a more intimate way, reserved for moments like this. He offers her his hand and she takes it without hesitation, leading them towards the dance floor crowded with couples.

The soft beat slowly fades into a new song, the lights from the chandeliers are bright and blinding, breaking into colorful shards on the ceiling and descending to paint the marble floors with their tones, everything here is ostentatious and banal, enough to make him want to look at her again.

Losing sight of her would be relatively easy, after all, she is a woman who tends to disappear as suddenly as she appears.

He delicately raises her gloved hand and twirls it, the fabric of her dress rise beautifully, creating a silk mist around her before he pulls her closer to him again. When his eyes follow her he is slightly surprised to see that she is looking at him too and for a moment the world stops.

A whole decade with her, the same woman from those parties, dancing with him in the best place of all, their home.

Even if those ornate buildings were to disappear one day (not by her he hopes) he wouldn't care; She doesn't even need to wear a ball gown to make his heart leap with excitement. Being able to see her, being able to touch her and have her in front of him is enough to be in awe.

Just them, just him and her sharing a dance tonight, protected from the world and seeing Paris from the windows of their building. Right now, nothing else matters.

Her hand reaches out to him for his and he lets his fingers intertwine with hers, ready to lose himself in this eternal dream, in a night of music by her side.

He spins her around once more, as he has done so many times before, and she gracefully follows his steps, waves of her hair float in motion until she falls back into his arms. Her bare hands caress his cheek, cradling his face on her forehead; he can feel the warmth of her skin melting the cold and bringing him down to earth. He feels his knees shake with each step, just wishing the song would never end.

His arms tighten around her, still not stopping to spin. There is such a pure freedom between these walls bathed in the amber light of the lamps, one that he has never felt before. Everything seems to vibrate to the rhythm of the music as they both slowly sway. He realized too late that he never asked her the question formally.

"I'm sorry for not asking this before but... may I have this dance with you, Carmen?"

A new song started and she gave him a smile before answering. "Always and forever" Chase felt his body melt into hers in a hug and let her head rest on his shoulder as he held her, pressing his lips on her forehead to dance once more.

In this apartment, in this living room... with this wonderful woman, is where he wants to be.

[carchaseonacarchase]

je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais 🤍

[carchaseonacarchase]

strawberries, cherries & an angel kiss in spring 🤍

[carchaseonacarchase]

just me wanting to bring back to life 1950's actors (again) ✨🤍

hello there, here procrastinating thinking why i believe maría félix & gary cooper could be a great personification of carchase in real life. so this is me explaining the similarities between two of my favourite actors and my otp. don't take this so seriously im just having fun ^^

𖹭 physical features

maría félix has a beautiful fluffy dark hair that reminds a lot of woeics carmen's iconic deep jet black hair, along with this, maría's outfits usually had volume on the shoulders and were super tight on the waist, highlighting her body shape. one of her biggest signatures was the elegant mystery she evocated. in some movies she can be seen with elegant jewellery, gloves and big hats <3

and gary, well just look at him! <3 cooper has deep clear eyes, a piercing gaze but dreamy look. he was a tall man and physically imposing but really reserved and calm in every situation, pretty much stoic. out of western he was been seen in elegant suits in almost all his career, with a masculine elegance and impeccable manners he is seen until now as one of the biggest gentlemen of hollywood.

𖹭 (on screen) personality

maría félix often played the strong-willed woman in most of her movies, sometimes being an infamous vile dame with space for redemption —or death and sometimes a mere victim of her circumstances. however, she is a great representation of the perfect femme fatale: manipulative, ambitious, deadly seductive and far ahead clever. an hedonistic diva committing crimes or justice for her sake and her beloved ones.

gary cooper was the goodness man, representing a new type of the american hero in his movies, highlighting one of his most characteristic traits: his incorruptibility. he has starring many different types of movies, having a versatile style of acting, most of them in the western genre but also exploring how can be the story as a moral man, a loyal gentleman, a militar officer and of course the role of the handsome white knight. actually the antithesis of maría's antihero/villain character ;)

𖹭 hobbys

maría félix is very known for her glamorous lifestyle, enjoying self-care, yoga and literature.

art collector & appreciator

fashion icon

international travelling

horse riding

gary cooper enjoyed to spend his free time on outdoors activities, along with the silence and nature.

art (specifically painting)

hunting

sports (horse riding)

car collector

𖹭 other things

maría had several romances (tose alv* some of them french men ^^). she starred a film as a double agent and spy in the movie mare nostrum. maría and carmen are both latinas (mexico and argentina respectively) maría was a cultured woman who loved art and historic artefacts, she lived for her career, doing what her role required, learning to dance, different languages, traditions and empathising with other cultures around the world.

she rejected hollywood twice to film movies in france, morocco, spain, italy, argentina, brazil and her beloved mexico, always with an expensive taste and proudly representing the elegance of the latinamerican woman, a queen (thief) of hearts.

gary cooper was a man with his own perceptions of living, knowing the rules before breaking them. after an exhaust period of filming 10 movies in two years he left hollywood and lived a season in europe, when he returned, he was ready to deal with this new upcoming fame. he was also a proper lady's gentleman, pretty popular with foreign women and object of admiration around the cinema community.

cooper had a weak point for loyalty, he was devoted to his friends and family, being humble and kind, he loved domestic animals and was a great hunter. like chase :0 he was extremely compromised with his career, always observing people, learning about them in silence and investigating all he need to do the best job.

so, see something familiar? 😏

[carchaseonacarchase]

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 — 𝒘𝒐𝒆𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄 💋

summary: a punch? a kiss? this is going to be hard to explain.

characters: chase devineaux, carmen sandiego.

word count: +1440

tw: minor injuries.

author's note: this is my first fic for carchase, i'm working on my pending wip's and i feel so excited to share them here soon :3 i may have misspellings cause' my mother language isn't english, is spanish so every correction is appreciated. divider by @strangergraphics enjoy! :D

One of those hot nights on the Panamanian coast completed the midnight quarter with an incomparable stillness, with the morning bustle silenced, the waters of Balboa moved lulling the nearby undergrowth. Ships usually transit this international crossing in the early morning hours, making it safer for navigation.

Latin American cities sometimes die at night, the noise is saved for the big avenues and tourist areas.

Places of leisure such as plazas are usually deserted at this hour, parking complexes even more so.

Sometimes…

On the penultimate floor of the parking lot adjacent to a cluster of local markets the rhythmic sound of heels clicking on concrete became increasingly present, followed by a similar clacking but with a slightly heavier cadence.

The woman's glacier blue gaze slowly left the darkness of her wide-brimmed hat as she hurriedly advanced to a service light.

Maybe it was the humidity in the air of this city in the middle of the Caribbean, maybe the light blinded her, maybe it was the sound of her ex-partner stumbling…. But she got distracted.

In a second Carmen was thrown into the nearest wall, before she could even regain her composure Chase's strong arms wrapped around her. The master thief was between a conveniently long wall and the detective's muscular body. She couldn't help but roll her eyes sarcastically as she regulated her own breathing, Could there be a more perfect view?

"It's over Sandiego…" Chase caught his breath slower than he expected to, he'd been running after her for at least an hour, uphill. Oddly enough his combat boots didn't stand out in functionality compared to hers, long heeled boots, taller and thinner, Carmen Sandiego was definitely not a short woman but dear, those heels make her look almost her height, but after all he was a 6.2 foot man… a 6.2 foot man with a beautiful woman breathing against his chin. It's not like he was uncomfortable with this position but he had a work contract to fulfill.

He just needed to find the handcuffs…. Oh… Shit.

When he stumbled it could have been that the handcuffs had slipped from the pocket of his —curiously empty leather jacket. He wasn't going to turn his head to test that theory, that would be exposing himself too much.

He wasn't going to let her steal his moment of victory either.

This was a victory, he was going to complete this mission even if he had to drag her to the police station. "And take that ridiculous smile off your face already"

"Now joy is a crime detective?"

"I wouldn't know when it comes to you Carmen"

"It's an involuntary response Chase, I can't help it"

"It's irritating. I don't see the point, I'm about to arrest you and there's nothing you can do about it" Carmen could tease him just by blinking if she put her mind to it, he knew her well and she wouldn't waste the slight migraine growing alongside her satisfied grimace.

"It's all that negativity here" Carmen's hand lifted and her delicate gloved fingers touched his forehead playfully, "I told you pessimism is not your style, you're more stoic than nihilistic"

"One moment of silence Carmen, just one" He pleaded, not wanting to claim the ease with which she read and interpreted him. He spread his hands apart to accommodate himself, comfortable to hold her against the wall, lousy at reaching for the handcuffs on the other side of the parking lot.

Devineaux's tired eyes were drawn to a glint between the fabric of her coat, a ruby necklace, too luxurious to not be stolen, peeked out from her covered cleavage, somehow justification enough to not admit she caught him staring at her breast and distracting enough for him to not notice the small object in the thief's hands.

When he raised his hand to touch her Carmen grabbed it and elbowed her free from his grip, only to feel the detective's hands cling to her waist and be thrown back against the wall, slightly harder than the last time. Partially immobilized, Carmen realized that her hat was a few feet away from her, along with the tear gas and smoke bombs.

Damn it.

When she turned her eyes back to Chase she noticed his face dangerously close, his hazel eyes staring at her, still unable to decide if he was fed up or willing to play, hopefully he hadn't realized he had just disarmed her.

The detective's lip was bleeding a little from the blow but the force with which he held her did not diminish, this time taking the precaution of sticking his body a little closer to hers to prevent her from trying anything again.

"That was a stupid move detective"

Chase rolled his eyes and decided to stroke her ego.

"What do you think is further away from us, my handcuffs or your pretentious little toys? We are both unarmed Carmen and at least I have the willingness to make another… stupid move"

The comment had the desired effect, and Carmen turned her face slightly, but still smiling.

It was usual for Carmen to be childish suddenly, she liked competition and from the days they shared a dorm at ACME he knew she was a bad loser.

With a hard hit with her knee she managed to make the man squirm, but no matter how hard she struggled he wouldn't let her go. It went on and on until the woman gave up resisting the forces of fate. Perhaps she required a new strategy. Lennon used to say yes to love and no to war, he must have been right.

The red on the man's lower lip was bright, quite similar to the crimson hue of hers, as if she had kissed him savagely. "You're only going to hurt yourself Carmen, stop fighting, it takes more than your smug little phrases and bare legs to make me-"

Carmen decided to use what she had to her advantage, her physical attractiveness and a handsome man who was trying hard to hide that he wanted her. Without letting him think and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, she pulled him into a sudden, impetuous kiss.

The detective held his breath for a second, then let himself go. Carmen caught him, holding him against her until he was dizzy.

She could taste the metallic tang of his blood on her tongue and licked it from his lips as she watched Chase, stunned and pleasantly surprised.

"And you haven't even taken my coat off yet"

With a mischievous grin softening his rough features, Chase wiped the reddish stain on his lips with the back of his hand and stared at her.

"… Is that all you've got, Carmen?"

The master thief copied his challenging expression and went straight into his arms, his soft lips opened to let her manipulate him.

Devineaux spun her around to hold her against the cold concrete wall again as his hands began to move over her.

Carmen lifted one leg over the detective's hip, Chase took his time running his fingers over the skin under the long opening of the coat, his hand moved up, to her arm, to her face, stopping at her lips as they broke another violent kiss.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd stay that way" He pressed her, in response the woman arched against him and rested her wrists against his shoulders, they were still quite close.

"Pourquoi?" she licked her lips as she let out the last syllable.

"Because it's easier for me to keep an eye on you"

Chase was trying to sound aloof but wow, if he was going to get fired for having a quick time with a pretty criminal he'd make it worth it.

He buried his head in her luxuriant hair, kissing the perfumed skin of her neck and causing the woman in his arms to cling to his leather covered shoulders with no eagerness to suppress the spasms coursing through her.

"You enjoy it don't you dear?" The teasing tone in Carmen's eager voice only turned him on.

"It's certainly disgusting." He lied for the sake of teasing her.

"Then why do you keep doing it?" the woman squirmed as the detective's lips found their way to her mouth.

"To keep you quiet" Letting her release a sensual giggle he returned to silence her, kissing her again and again. His hands passed freely under the ruby necklace that had gotten him into this, truthfully he wouldn't mind investigating a little more if it was stolen as long as he could repeat this experience a few more times.

[carchaseonacarchase]

i haven't drawn for a while 👉👈🙂‍↔️

[carchaseonacarchase]

carchase on autumn season 🤍🍂