#ch: leslie

[dxsole]

❛ i wanted to hurt them for the way they hurt you. ❜ (lou to leslie ;_;)

🚨 WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED | Not Accepting.

He said he was used to it. Leslie had even laughed it off as Lou inspected his face, worried and angry— honestly, despite the pain and the developing bruise, it had rolled off Leslie's shoulders like it was nothing.

The job could be dangerous, especially if you're someone like Leslie, who felt he had a giant neon sign over his head that just screamed victimize me. He expected it, understood it even— what he hadn't planned for was Lou's rage.

"Lou?" The bruise was healing by now, nearly forgotten to him. He reaches out to cradle her cheek, searching her eyes for an explanation. "What are you— Did...did something happen?" Panic. "Lou. Tell me what happened."

[dxsole]

"Uh, because if we look directly into your big, beautiful eyes we may faint. You're a walking hazard, Lou. A sexy, sexy dangerous hazard."

( OPEN )

"Why isn't anyone payin' attention to me?"

[lunar-years]

hello everyone here's my very late and very humble contribution to swiftie powerpoint night

[rexbalistidae]

Anyone maybe want to do some ch art trades, and a psa before you accept I AM going to ask you to draw candslie/my au…

[dxsole]

"Sad thing, ain't it?" Leslie loved his mom. And dad— maybe he's just lucky and got great parents who wore bad sweaters and liked to play an unhealthy amount of Parcheesi.

"Yeah, it's—" Leslie snorts, not to be rude but because Andro had just said the understatement of the century. "Easier said than done." Some part of Leslie didn't wish death on anyone. He was a rational, reasonable individual who wanted justice done and a killer caught for the good of the community. Another part of him remembers when he first linked the crimes together and looks out a sea of crime scene photos; half of burnt fathers that were now unrecognizable to their children, half of girls much younger than him with their legs splayed open as their intestines sat in a pile between their thighs. That part of him wants to watch this guy to burn.

They keep going, suggesting how they could catch him— Leslie would listen to any ideas if he thought they could help. If anything, he feels tired. As technology becomes more sophisticated, it also seemed to become more vulnerable, or perhaps more easily used for terrible things. Andro mentions the cable guys and maintenance workers and it just reminds him that anyone in uniform could come and go as needed; even if the person they were looking for wasn't a service worker like these, he had somehow made himself invisible like one. Able to stalk, subdue, and relocate victims to the beach—

"He'd have to have a pretty nondescript car, huh? We've checked what few camera angles we can get outside the victim's homes prior to the attack." Commercial vans stick out but this guy could be in a sedan for all he knew—

"Company cars." He had been leaning on the back two legs of his chair at this point and suddenly snapped back to solid ground. "Different cars...same company. He, he, he—" He's already sifting through the files between them, trying to find some of the snapshots from the victim's residences. "What if— he wouldn't use his own car for stalking. Or even a maintenance van for stalking. It's New York, there's cameras every-fucking-where. But he could be using different company cars. We've be looking for the common denominator but not registrations...I've gotta— We've gotta call the DMV." He's never been so excited to call the DMV.

"This is good— I can get 'em cross referenced with tech companies... cable, IT, cell phone, fuckin' bitcoin, I don't care— Andro, if there's a link there...we could narrow the suspect pool to, like, one tech bro building in Brooklyn."

Andro was saving his life, and Leslie was very much aware of this. They could have said no, completely refuse to help him. And while Leslie would surely piece this together (eventually), time was of the essence. He didn't have time to probe, to search through bins and deep dive into what was apparently more than a decade of crimes...not when the person committing them could find out where he lived in that same span of time.

Some of the insight Andro gave was similar to some of the sketchier parts of the profile Leslie had been developing, others were almost perfect connections that he feels he might have made had he not spent the last 24 hours freaking out about this killer calling him out in the latest letter.

"You think it's the mom— I hadn't been sure, it could have been an ideal; his perfect woman, immortalized in her pain— if it is his mom, that might make it easier to find his parents. There can only be...what, a handful? Of...Abusive men with European spouses or girlfriends who had...a child sometime in the...late seventies, early eighties," Age had, thankfully, been something they established earlier thanks to the timeline of kills. "in New York...we're pretty sure he's a local. You can't just kill on Coney Island and manage to escape capture without knowing the territory well."

"He's smart..." He comments lowly in response to never catching him alive. Leslie wasn't too sure about that due to the letters, but there were still a few killers who had broken that mold, enough for him to take Andro's insight to heart. "...I worry that...even if they do manage to bring him in alive, he'd find a way to...hurt someone on his way down, y'know? He won't just off himself, he'll find a way to...I dunno, get to the Chief of Police and Mayor somehow."

Leslie runs his hands down his face, exasperated. "It's not you— I'm...this whole thing is exhausting. And terrifying. But it's a start. Better than where we were yesterday."

With his head still in his hands, he begins to brainstorm with Andro. "I initially wanted to find him through his job. Other experts have put their two cents in; they're leaning towards a service position. Something that keeps him low, beneath people. I think they're a little off— an internet repair man can get into your house and learn the layout, but he has to be watching his victims. Outside. He knows their patterns outside. He doesn't bother with home invasion, even if that would be easier."

"He targets people who fit his vision and frequent the beach. He has to have personal data on them. You can't have a 9 to 5 in a service position and know that his fifth victim walked her dog at 3pm. It's not on her social media. It's not in her personal planner. It was on her email calendar." Leslie's head rolled up. "I think he's...in IT somehow. Something with...computers. But even then he'd have to find them first before the...hacking and such. Know they go to the beach."

[aoitakumi8148]

[Improving some of my gifs/gifsets these days] 2 of 4, 2023.

Those responsible for the damage to this creation... are meant to burn in hell. You took a perfect anthropoid sculpture and shattered its legs to drag it down to your scant level. Undoing such kind of detriment is out of the high-flying photographer's delicate hands...

[lcveliess]

leslie macher | @drvcxrys

jenny had been sat at a bench in the park for a while now, having brought her laptop outside to enjoy the nice weather and finish her latest essay. hearing footsteps nearing, she glanced up to see a familiar face and couldn't help but raise her brows at the unexpected sight. "leslie macher... it seems everybody is just showing up here." it wasn't as if the two knew each other well, but given their brother's close friendship and the small town they had lived in, it had been unavoidable not to know of each other or meeting once in a while.

[spindleprick]

Obsessively private, shy to the point of rudeness [ ... ] A thoroughbred filly, high strung, unpredictable, and hypersensitive.

Leslie Zemeckis, Goddess of Love Incarnate: The Life of Stripteuse Lili St. Cyr

[dxsole]

you are stronger than you think. (Louslie!!)

💪 MR. SUPERMAN | Not Accepting.

"Like mentally, right?" Leslie replies, scraping scrambled eggs around the pan. "You mean mentally because I— you've seen my arms." They're fine actually. Just a smaller muscle than expected but it's still there! He's just being self-deprecating, as usual.

"But thank you. I do hope that a lot of what I think about myself is indeed all in my head. I hope when you look at me you see, like, a really hunky genius," Eggs are evenly split onto their respective plates. "with...with rippling pectorals and luscious hair. Like Fabio."

[rexbalistidae]

Horse yuri bc I haven’t drawn that in a while.

[beansprean]

Things that definitely didn’t almost maybe happen in ch 11 of The Circular Conundrum by @soontobecyborg

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Close up on an old cracked gravestone that reads “Leslie Cravensworth Sr. Beloved husband and father. He will be missed.” The birth and death years are partially obscured by grass but appear to be in the 1600s. A speech bubble from offscreen says “At last I’m facing the old man again…” 2. Reverse shot of Laszlo and Guillermo standing shoulder to shoulder. Guillermo is looking at Laszlo with concern. Laszlo looks down at the grave with a sour expression and continues, “…and I can’t even piss on his grave.” 3. Repeat. Guillermo faces forward and appears to steel himself, hands shuffling down in front of him. Laszlo looks over at him curiously as there is an audible zip. 4. Shot of Laszlo on a liquid-patterned yellow background, pressing his fist to his mouth and shaking as his eyes go huge and shiny with unshed tears. Offscreen, there are pissing noises. Text pointing to Laszlo reads “touched”. /end ID

[dxsole]

Leslie feels similarly, but he doesn't have Isaac's amazing intellect or lack of socialization as a child to blame; perhaps that's another cause for the internal hostility. It's one thing to have something to blame, it's another entirely when you're relatively average. Maybe he's smarter or more perceptive than his peers, but Leslie still feels generally unwelcomed, unliked, and always ignored. It's just part of his personality at this point.

If anything, it's weirdly useful in his job sometimes. He can't account for Isaac, but when cops hate you as much as they hate Leslie, it tends to make people who hate cops like you pretty well. Plus, when everyone leaves you alone, nobody is really paying attention to the file you take or the back entrance you slip into. It's like he's invisible. He'd regard it as a superpower if he was able to shut it off in normal situations.

Issac receives a rather limp handshake (that's not even to be rude, nothing about Leslie could ever be considered firm aside from his opinions). "I've heard good things." His results do speak for themselves. "Also heard you're hard to work with." There's a well-meaning shrug. "But that's beat cops talking so what do they know?" Also detectives, but again, Leslie never pays the men in blue much mind. He has little confidence they could piss in a toilet bowl without missing, let alone properly profile someone.

"They're puttin' together a task force. They haven't outright said it yet but it's coming." He replies, head nodding towards the body— it's visible from where they stood, surrounded by beaming yellow tape and a number of crime scene specialists taking their little samples. Leslie thinks not much would be left uncontaminated in the snow ice and rain.

"The main thing we know so far; is it's a body dump. He wasn't killed right out on the ice, but he was hit a few more times once he was brought out here." His steps are a bit wide in the snow, but he does manage to lead Isaac along. "There are tread marks, but the snow's made it pretty indistinguishable. We can make a good guess on the wheel size and maybe the width of the car but not the tire brand."

He stops a good foot from the tape, not exactly wanting to relive seeing the corpse. He's seen enough but the sight still never sits well. "Looked like a blunt instrument of some sort. Crushed one side of his head. They're gonna take casts later to see what it might be exactly but my money is on a crowbar." He's seen those sorts of marks before, unfortunately.

"The reason the task force thing is hush-hush," He starts, voice softer, just for them two. "is 'cause if it is a crowbar, they know I'm gonna ask a bunch of other questions." Because he's already got a bad hunch.

He sort of hates Isaac.

No, that's far too strong. Leslie only really hated Ben Affleck and those people who try and convince him that there's a part of the world that actively enjoys something called a Jammy Dodger. There was a small pang of jealousy and resentment that was aimed at Isaac, who, in all honesty, hadn't even really spoken to Leslie before.

He just kept hearing about him and his sleuthing skills and how he pissed off nearly everyone he worked with— Leslie was a little peeved that some other weirdo was invited to join the case alongside him. And he was not traumatized in high school just to be shown up on his own turf.

"Oh yeah, the winters here are, like," Leslie vaguely gestures about to the frostbitten trees. It doesn't often snow in the rainy city, but when a cold front comes and turns all that rain into ice, it's brutal. "Terrible. This is why we have so many serial killers. Bad weather."

He sips at his quickly cooling coffee, brow raising at Isaac's...let's call it a threat. "You might wanna take that up with the city for reimbursement. Spoiler alert: they're probably gonna say no. That's what they said to me when I tried to get them to pay for my saltwater taffy addiction." Honestly, on the one hand, he hopes the case gets wrapped up soon (nothing is more unsettling than bright red blood on snow. It keeps the color going like it's fresh)...but on the other hand, he sort of hopes Isaac freezes his keister off.

"Doctor Leslie Hoggarth. Also a consultant." He holds out a gloved hand. "If you solve it, I'll get you two boxes. How's that bud?"

[theskeptileptic]

My life is crazy and writing is slow, but I hope to be done with this chapter by Friday. Have a very tiny crumb!

(From a pending-not-yet-completed Ch. 27 of Northern Attitude)

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SOAP:

Patient presented to hospital with GSW to spleen resulting in rupture, mild-to-moderate traumatic brain injury, ecchymosis of stomach, legs, contusions on neck, arms, abdomen, distal radius fracture and cardiac arrhythmia. He entered Gotham General ER accompanied by father and was promptly admitted for surgery.

Pt life-flighted to Gotham Children’s for acute care after concerns presented by GG medical team. GC admitted patient into PICU for critical illness. Immediate concerns include neutropenia, sepsis, and dyspnea—medical team elected for ventilator, broad spectrum IV antibiotics, among other interventions.

Pt is mostly unresponsive to RN, MD, and SW interactions, sleeping about 18 hours throughout the day, and demonstrating confusion when awake. Pt on feeding tube until able to self-feed. Visitors prohibited at this time, contact and droplet precautions required. Pt has strong support system, including father, three brothers, and a grandfather.

Pt’s youngest brother is currently admitted downstairs in PAC for bronchial pneumonia with pyrexia. Pt has extensive history of abuse from bio-mother and husband (both deceased). Bio-father has full custody.

Father demonstrates high levels of anxiety and concern for Pt and Pt’s brother resulting in conflict between doctors and family, intervention should include allowing father immediate, full-time access (with appropriate PPE) in Pt’s room, social services referral, and mental health referral.

Immediately moving Pt to youngest brother’s room when level of care eases is encouraged. Increased counseling with medical staff on complex grief, trauma, and family systems. When Pt is lucid, social service intervention includes active listening and age-appropriate counseling/explanation for upcoming internal fixation for wrist.

Pt’s prior history with social workers may be a challenge in earning trust. If this is the case, Social Services should find a trusted therapeutic contact to take over caseload as not to cause further anxiety. Referral to OT and PT pending. Possible animal, music therapy as Pt recovers, since youngest brother has also expressed interest.

This note is considered HIPAA protected information—as Pt’s family is high profile, it is important to document that any staff member leaking this to the press will be persecuted prosecuted by both the hospital and the Pt’s family. (Don’t even try it, assholes.) — Leslie Thompson, MD

[smuttysabina]

Masterlist

Masterlist of all my smutty works on Tumblr

Kpop:

Everglow's Big Cock Impregnation

Feminization with Dami

Tropical Incest With Lisa 2

Tropical Incest With Lisa

Yuna Gets Cucked by Yeji

Drunken Sex with Dreamcatcher

IVE vs Dreamcatcher

Brat Taming with Rei

Brat Taming with Rei Part 2

Vampiric Jiu

Vampiric Jiu 2

Jihyo Impregnation Lessons

Gahyeon Summons Tentacles

Chaeryeong's Daily Schedule

Yeji's Lessons on Gangbangs

EU's Perverted Fun

Pregnant Jihyo on Top

Yeji's Horny Hunt

Lia's Gossip-Filled Gangbang

In Exaltation of Lisa

On Watching Mia

Full Strapon Dami Domination

A Divine Milking

Yiren Goes Riding

Painfully Sweet

Jennie Gets Her Due

COMM: Gah-Dong Futa Frenzy

Lisa and Rose at Coachella

Owning Aespa Ch 1

Owning Aespa Ch 2

Owning Aespa Ch 3

Owning Aespa Ch 4

OTV:

Janet/Jodi/Leslie/Rae Futa Orgy

Pokimane's Editor

Jaime Gets Gangbanged

A Date With Lily and Poki

Turned Out By OTV

Star-Smitten by Tentacles

COMM: Hyoon Tames a Simp

Aria Lesbian Gangbang

Valkyrae Reverse Gangbang

COMM: Jaime's Discourse on Disgust

Pokimane Takes Your Virginity

Kimi's Anal ASMR

Sydney's First Gangbang

Wendy's Wedding Gangbang

Jodi's Delightful Draining

OTV Mommy Foursome

Jodi's Morning Misgivings

Dreams of Aria

Jaime Steals your Seed

Rae Leslie Yvonne Threesome

Poki's Well-Perused Pussy

[dxsole]

on the balcony in early morning, where neighbors might see, but no one will likely look. (Lou & Leslie)

⏰ THIS IS AN UNGODLY HOUR | Not Accepting

It's more of a fire escape landing. Leslie was always extremely grateful it was outside his apartment and he's dressed it up a little so it looked less like a safety measure. There are a few potted plants (near death because Leslie has no green thumb) and a few lawn chairs he liked to sit and wallow in on particularly nice days.

In this instance, he's getting his money's worth with the lawn chair.

"Someone's gonna see." Comes his gritted response. Leslie had hoped that, at this point in his life, he'd stop caring what people think. And generally, he has but he still worries over the fact that one of his neighbors might be up at the ass-crack of dawn and see his girl riding him. She's a vision but he just has a bad feeling he's making some ridiculous face.

They hadn't gone to bed either. Well, she did. He stayed up on a case, sitting on the floor in the living area with photographs, receipts, and case files strewn about (this is a common occurrence). Lou had gotten up after finding him not in bed when she awoke in the middle of next morning.

He was tense, as usual. And smoking on the fire escape at 2AM, which is also becoming a new bad habit of his. One of his lawyer friends chain-smoked and got him hooked. He's got to quit.

Despite all that, she does make him feel better, hoisting her leg over him and sitting in his lap, making him shyly smile and put out the cigarette. It became making out in the near dark, the sun not yet making an appearance but noting its arrival by how it bathed the sky in lavender hues.

Clothes were still relatively on but sweatpants had been shimmied down and her panties tugged to the side as they grinded into one another, welcoming the new day with frazzled hair and bags under their eyes but a silly bliss that seemed contagious. She just smiled at him mid-bounce and he can't remember why he was smoking. He was working on a case? What case? He didn't remember one damn detail all of a sudden.

"Wait, wait, wait—" Comes the tittering mumbling of a man about to cum, Leslie gripping her hips a bit too tight. "Please—" Have mercy on him, the sun's not even up.

[dabistits]

My Hero Academia ch. 392 | Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg | On Being a "Lesbian", Kakefuda Hiroko trans. Indiana Scarlet Brown | Monsters in the Closet: Homosexuality and the Horror Film, Harry M. Benshoff | Why be Happy When You Could be Normal?, Jeanette Winterson | Disobedience, Naomi Alderman | The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall | "A Working Definition of the Monstrous," Ryan Dzelzkalns in It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror | Notes of a Crocodile, Qiu Miaojin | "For Friendship, Perhaps," Revolutionary Girl Utena