#doctor sailor investigator

[naughtynecromancer]

@doctor-sailor-investigator continued from {X} Mori chuckled softly, shivering lightly at the lick, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, dark auburn hair brushing the back of her neck as her high ponytail swayed with her movements.  “I’m aware of vampire etiquette, I just thought I should let you know, my blood packs quite a punch, like champagne when you’re expecting ginger ale.” She explained shrugging, her nose scrunching slightly. “Sorry, that came out a lot more conceited than I meant for it, but if you’re used to just snacking on humans, there is a definite taste difference.” She admitted,  unusual Amber eyes taking him in. 

#doctor sailor investigator #m:josef Kostan

[alis-valot-propriis]

"It's childish. I know it is. I know it's not fair to him...but! his family sent their yearly Christmas card. It's placed on the mantle and while adding another gift from me to the stockings...I picked it up and read it. It's generic stuff people place in cards like that but the 'wish you were here' just...nagged on me, okay? Who wouldn't want Danny with them? He's always finding something to bitch about on the island..." he knew he began to ramble. He couldn't help it. He felt like a cornered kid who was in trouble and had to defend himself. Or at least try to get his side of things out for Lydia to understand. After his father sent him away, Hawaii stopped being home. Virginia Beach was home base a lot but 'home' wasn't something that registered to him anymore. Not until he had to return and ended up staying and building this new life. It was Danny who made Hawaii feel like home again. So he feels a panic whenever Danny, and now Lydia, express homesickness. He knows it's not fair to them but he can't help it....if the yearning gets strong enough, what was keeping them from following through and going back home? "Hawaii can be a great time around Christmas too!" He insisted. It wasn't the core issue, but it was a driving force of his argument with Danny.

"It's not childish, Steve. It's understandable given your...history. We both understand your...worries," Lydia tries to reassure him. She was off today and Danny was out running errands so it was just her and Steve at the house right now. She'd been curled up on the couch with a mug of black coffee on hand when he came in and started talking. She didn't mind being here for him. Listening to his concerns. "You're right, it's hard not to want Danny around, but I think his family just misses him. Just like we would miss him if he wasn't here with us. I don't think they were trying to lure him back to the mainland. My family's Christmas card will probably say the same thing. They know I love my life here though. They would never try to drag me away from you guys. I hate to repeat things I'm sure Danny has said, but you know he's not going to go anywhere as long as Grace is on this island and maybe it's a bit bold of me to say, but I don't think he would go anywhere without us. We all basically live together at this point."

She stands from the couch and makes her way over to him. She takes his hand in hers and squeezes his hand lightly. She strokes her thumb over the back of his hand and pushes up onto her toes to kiss him. She nuzzles lightly against him, trying to reassure him with affection and proximity.

"Neither of us have said that Christmas here isn't great, babe. We love being here for Christmas with you. We want to be here with you. We just...also like snow and...ice skating. Small things. It's...an island Christmas just feels different. Not bad different, just different," she tells him. "I know you've heard the whole Hawaii is an island paradise spiel, but this island? I know at least for me, and I think for Danny as well, it would not be near the paradise it is without you. Okay? We love you. We're not going to leave you here just for some snow?" She has no idea if any of this was helping or not. "I was thinking...I finish my PhD in a couple weeks. Maybe we can all take a little mini vacation? Maybe go to Lake Tahoe or Banff? Rent a cabin? Go skiing?"

#doctor-sailor-investigator #dannyxstevexlydia #triad #christmas worries

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

(missed days edition)

Day 16

[day 15] [day 17]

prompts: sailor | landscape | glasses by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!

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John came home from work late. It's been a tough and long day and he was looking forward to a long shower, putting his feet up and possibly some scotch.

But he came home to pictures of crime victims on their wall. His flatmate, all dramatic sleeping gown and dissheveled hair, was pacing in front of it.

"Oh, John!", the detective exclaimed delighted. "You're home. That's good. You can look at these and help with my investigation. Murder victims. Killed with an apparent liking of bloodshed. Come. Look."

The doctor, who had actually seen enough injuries today, sighed, dropped his bag and walked over to Sherlock.

When he got closer, he blinked one, two times. He squinted then sighed again. It's been a long day and the lighting was horrible: he'd have to get his glasses.

"Hold on." Quickly he got his varifocal glasses and stepped back, next to Sherlock's side. crossing his arms.

Finally he could see the victims and their injuries clearly. "Alright. So some psycho likes sawing, huh?", John started, trying to ease the view with a bit of bad humour. Sherlock just stared at him.

"Somebody should tell them they could use a log instead...", John mumbled sniffishly, while looking at the photographs. When he felt Sherlock's gaze at him, he turned towards him, his arms still crossed. "What? Why are you staring at me?"

"Since when do you have those?", Sherlock asked incredulously

"What? My glasses? About two months n- oi!"

Sherlock had picked his glasses of his nose and inspected them. Looking through them, turning them around...

"What are you doing, Sherlo-"

"Since when do you have them? Of course I noticed your eyesight had declined but I thought you'd be too proud to-"

John gaped. "Proud?! Me?! Have you even met...", the doctor stopped midsentence. "...yourself?", he finished much more quietly.

Sherlock had put on the glasses and squinted his eyes; alternately closing one eye then the other. John felt his blood rush into his face, he looked away, cleared his throat.

Sherlock arched an eyebrow at John. "You like them on me?"

John snorted, waved with his hand, looked at the ceiling. "No, I look better with them."

"Usually I'd agree but what about this then.", Sherlock poked his cheek.

"Did you just poke my cheek?", John said eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

Sherlock smirked, then he bowed down and placed his lips on the doctor's cheek.

John's jaw dropped even further... Then he said, "Oh, you bastard.", grabbed a handful of curls, pulled Sherlock down and kissed him. His tongue asking for entry and Sherlock granting him without hesitation.

"At least do it right.", he whispered against Sherlock's lips.

"Show me again, then", Sherlock whispered back.

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A/N: ik this is not the best ficlet ever but feedback and reblogs are always welcome! (:

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[dress-and-impress]

break down of how i felt with the first ep of NCIS SYDNEY

Bro for the first episode of the season they put WAY too much info and details into it… like for a first episode you gotta have a great introduction to the characters WHILE also having a rlly good engaging crime plot to it… like a navy sailor died and it’s about WHO is incharge of the investigation: the Australian Feds cos he died in Australia or NCIS because the person that is dead is a Navy sailor. But on top of that I feel like they pushed the whole “corruption of investigations” and “cliffhangers” WAY too early in the series.

If you look at the beginning episodes of other shows you can notice that you get introduced to the characters and their style of investigating or way they go about solving crimes and communicating with one another.

That isn’t to say I didn’t LOVE the show. It was good. But it felt rushed. Like they wanted to include EVERYTHING each NCIS show has:

The humour elements of NCIS AND NCIS LA

The cockiness and willingness to push other agencies into being a part of the investigation which is actually in all 4 NCIS shows

Kinda forcing the family vibe that NCIS LA gives

The lone wolf vibes (NCIS = Gibbs, NCIS LA = Callen (even Hetty), NCIS NO = ig that’s Pride (need to watch that series more). I think JD is giving those lone wolf vibes.

The potential enemies to lovers arch. PLEASE DO NOT MAKE AN AUSSIE VERSION OF DENSI I BEG OF YOU YOUR WASTING YOUR WRITING TIME!!’ Think of smth better than that come onnnn

although i do love how they added an autopsy doctor with his OWN unique personality but at the same time somewhat similar to Ducky from NCIS (may he rest in peace) and Wade from NCIS New Orleans.

I guess what I’m trying to say is it’s pretty rushed for a first episode with introducing the characters and their personalities BUT I AM excited to see how this series pans out AND the characters backstories.

if u wanna read another opinion check out my recent reblog with @caliburn-the-sword 's thoughts-

#ncis sydney #this is from a reblog of mine from my mutual cal #ncis #ncis sydney spoilers

[masterjacobofficialblog]

The next family in line is The Science Doctor and Bodyguard Family.

Mark 2 Fox, or just Mark. He's the only one child of Dr.Fox and Hawkodile Bodyguard. 17-18 years, straight. He is 60% fox, 20% hawk and 20% crocodile. He was born more with the external features of his mother, but he longs to become a bodyguard right after his father, but so far he is engaged in djing and helps his friends.

Dr. Fox, 48 years, straight. Royal Scientist and Doctor #1. Hawkodile's wife and Mark's mother. She improves her micro-chips, has created new robot scientists, and also actively helps her son. Investigates the case of people and sailors who died on the ocean, and also explores space.

Hawkodile, 46 years, bi. The bodyguard of the Princess, her wife and their daughter. Husband of Dr. Fox and Mark's father. After a while, he decided to improve the security system of the Unigang, decided to get a pistol (which his wife made for him). He continues to explore space together with his family and President Puppycorn.

#unikitty #unikitty! #unikitty show #unikitty fankid #fankid #fanchild #hawkofox #foxodile #foxodile fanchild #hawkodile #dr. fox #master jacob au #master jacob #puppycorn #frowntown #unigang #unikitty anthro #unikitty furry

[awindinthelantern]

Campaign idea: instead of a 1920s/30s inspired setting based around the mafia and crime, run a 1920s/30s campaign where your players are detectives solving mysteries both mundane and otherworldly. Works with both Roaring 20s and Great Depression type settings. Have them team up with a hard-boiled private eye (film noir style) or a foppish dandy detective (Poirot style) who takes them under his wing and teaches them the ropes of sleuthing, the tricks criminals use to commit crimes, and how to outwit them. Have your players make a name for themselves solving crimes and get invited by a rich newspaper magnate to become journalists for his paper, which allows for trips around the country, continent, or world, exposing them to new locales and plot developments. This can also tie into a Cthulhu type campaign, which could start off mundane and slowly get creepier.

Ideas:

Have your players travel to a dust bowl-type setting and investigate the environment, find out what they can, and then return to the capital to print a story about what needs to change.

Have them travel to a frontier town which is besieged by masses of wild animals, and try to find a way to exterminate or route the attacks.

Have them travel to some exotic foreign land where an eccentric archaeologist (either Indiana Jones or eccentric professor style) has gone missing deep in the jungle or desert. Their exploring of the area reveals the ancient temple complex the archaeologist was exploring, complete with many booby traps.

Have them investigate the young son/daughter of a wealthy tycoon who has suddenly gone crazy (tinges of madness? possessed by the Great Old Ones?), and may need to be institutionalized.

Have your players be invited via personal connections to be journalists on the maiden around-the-world flight of the world’s newest and largest rigid airship. Dangers can include a sudden ocean storm that threatens to down the airship, and patches of its fabric skin ripping away and having to be repaired while in flight. (look of the LZ-127 Graf Zeppelin for more details on this)

have your players investigate a suspiciously wealthy small-town politician who has secret connections to organized crime, and have them try to expose and thwart his and his partners’ businesses.

have them invited to a fancy soiree hosted by a famous matron of society. But at the party someone is murdered, and everyone else is a suspect.

have them investigate various murders and robberies with their detective guardians, who give hints to make it easier. Don’t be afraid to have the detectives occasionally be wrong and unintentionally lead them astray, though. Even great detectives have their off days!

Crimes to be investigated can take place in many different places. Great cities like NYC or LA, movie meccas like Hollywood, foreign countries with more rudimentary governing bodies who don’t have modern forensics or psychology, countries with rightwing ruling bodies who regularly use propaganda and don’t allow anything to cast them in a bad light, and more all make for great settings

throw in a World’s Fair or two, where the latest in technology and architectural and artistic movements are on display. Perhaps a state-of-the-art technology can be stolen from under people’s noses, another crime to investigate.

don’t be afraid to throw in a wide variety of supporting NPCs, such as tycoons and their heirs, artists, bohemians, gangsters and goons, genius architects (Frank Lloyd Wright?), doctors, nurses, morticians, society matrons, debutantes, annoying yet endearing daft playboys, prostitutes, fishermen, sailors, retired colonels, hotel staff, maids, femme fatales, jazz musicians, histrionic opera singers, movie directors, train conductors, children’s book authors, tin pan alley songwriters, torch singers, circus runners, hobos, elderly spinsters who never married, hardworking farmers, cowboys, sleazy politicians, factory workers, seamstresses, laundromat men/women, eccentric professors of dangerous animals, snake oil salesmen, and more!

Also, in the spirit of the campaign, try to broaden your horizons and listen to actual jazz and swing, not electroswing. there are some really good channels for vintage music on youtube. I also recommend the “Baccano!”, “Boardwalk Empire” and “Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day” soundtracks.

#campaign ideas #dnd #rpg #dnd ideas #rpg ideas #roaring 20s #jazz age

[legofanguy1999]

This is a entry for day 12 of @inuvember event Inuvember 2023 featuring the Band of Seven. The story is actually set in my One Piece fan fiction series that I uploaded on DeviantArt called One Piece Voyages, which is a retelling of the One Piece manga, which mostly followed the same story with some changes. I planned to feature One Piece AU version of some Inuyasha characters in my telling of the Wano arc, so I made the Band of Seven appear as members of the Blackbeard Pirates as a sneak peek. This story covered the Band of Seven origins and leaving Wano.

We were each simple warriors with great bloodlust in a land that was dying because our shogun don’t give a damn about us. It can be hard to control our desire for battle in our island home of Wano, and we often leave very few survivors. Of course, I rarely attack the Animal Kingdom Pirates that worked with Orochi. Over time, I hear bout the others and decide to investigate, and most of us have the same idea when they hear about each other and me.

Near the ruins of a old castle, we meet other and we see each of us men is a bit odd but deadly in their own rights. Renkotu is a master of pyrotechnics, but he let his greed get to him having a gambling habit that lead him to be a freelance murderer. Jakobson is a cross dresser and a bit dumb while he can be deadly with his sword Jakotstuo. The horrors of what happening to our home cause Suikotsu have two different personalities with one of them being a doctor whose is useless in battle and the other is a complete mad man with a desire for blood. Ginkotsu have lost many limbs in battles that we were surprised that he is still alive somehow when he look more like a zombie. Renkotu would later replace those missing limbs with metal. Mukotsu is very old and wanted a wife but he show to be skilled with poisons. Kyokotsu is unbelievable huge due to eating one of those cursed fruits but it made him unable to swim. Finally, there is me, Bankotsu, the younger of us, and I was a good planner which the others clearly lack.

We decided to band together to form a group of merchants with me as the leader, and we called ourselves the Shichinitai, or Band of Seven. We were quite a terror in Wano that the shogun call on the aid of Kaido to stop us. We have to flee from that dragon, and we took a ship to get far away from Kaido, even leave Wano behind. The winds took us to a Marine base, where he attack just because they dare try to take away our weapons. At least we managed to get something to eat there. However, one of their admirals come and defeat us, arresting us. With a quick trial because they were more focused on revolutions and pirates, they set us to the bottom floor of that hellhole until you break us out.

Bankotsu finish his story to Blackbeard as the Blackbeard Pirates and the Band of Seven rest in a volcanic island, with Blackbeard said, “Yes, our ship almost break, but it look like I made the right choice of recruiting all seven of you. We need warriors of Wano if I’m going to be King of the Pirates.” One of the Blackbeard Pirates ask his captain, “Do we have to teach how to be sailors if they going to joined our crew? Beside, we need a better ship.” Blackbeard said, “Yeah, you are right. That is why I’m hoping that this trade goes off with a hutch.” He then ask the tired up woman and his pirate crew whose the Band of Seven deal with, “Am I right, Jewelry Bonney? I hope that trading a infamous pirate like you will make the Marines give us one of their ships. Beside, you are not fit in the New World like I have.” Blackbeard then think and said, “Come to think of you, all of us need to be ready for the New World. I’m thinking of finding devil fruits for all of you.”

[rockislandadultreads]

Suburban Horror: a reading list

Good Neighbors by Sarah Langan

Welcome to Maple Street, a picture-perfect slice of suburban Long Island, its residents bound by their children, their work, and their illusion of safety in a rapidly changing world. Arlo Wilde, a gruff has-been rock star who’s got nothing to show for his fame but track marks, is always two steps behind the other dads. His wife, beautiful ex-pageant queen Gertie, feels socially ostracized and adrift. Spunky preteen Julie curses like a sailor and her kid brother Larry is called “Robot Boy” by the kids on the block. Their next-door neighbor and Maple Street’s Queen Bee, Rhea Schroeder—a lonely community college professor repressing her own dark past—welcomes Gertie and family into the fold. Then, during one spritzer-fueled summer evening, the new best friends share too much, too soon. As tensions mount, a sinkhole opens in a nearby park, and Rhea’s daughter Shelly falls inside. The search for Shelly brings a shocking accusation against the Wildes that spins out of control. Suddenly, it is one mom’s word against the other’s in a court of public opinion that can end only in blood.

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix

Fried Green Tomatoes and Steel Magnolias meet Dracula in this Southern-flavored supernatural thriller set in the '90s about a women's book club that must protect its suburban community from a mysterious and handsome stranger who turns out to be a blood-sucking fiend. Patricia Campbell had always planned for a big life, but after giving up her career as a nurse to marry an ambitious doctor and become a mother, Patricia's life has never felt smaller. The days are long, her kids are ungrateful, her husband is distant, and her to-do list is never really done. The one thing she has to look forward to is her book club, a group of Charleston mothers united only by their love for true-crime and suspenseful fiction. In these meetings, they're more likely to discuss the FBI's recent siege of Waco as much as the ups and downs of marriage and motherhood. But when an artistic and sensitive stranger moves into the neighborhood, the book club's meetings turn into speculation about the newcomer. Patricia is initially attracted to him, but when some local children go missing, she starts to suspect the newcomer is involved. She begins her own investigation, assuming that he's a Jeffrey Dahmer or Ted Bundy. What she uncovers is far more terrifying, and soon she--and her book club--are the only people standing between the monster they've invited into their homes and their unsuspecting community.

White Smoke by Tiffany D. Jackson

Marigold is running from ghosts. The phantoms of her old life keep haunting her, but a move with her newly blended family from their small California beach town to the embattled Midwestern city of Cedarville might be the fresh start she needs. Her mom has accepted a new job with the Sterling Foundation that comes with a free house, one that Mari now has to share with her bratty ten-year-old stepsister, Piper. The renovated picture-perfect home on Maple Street, sitting between dilapidated houses, surrounded by wary neighbors has its . . . secrets. That’s only half the problem: household items vanish, doors open on their own, lights turn off, shadows walk past rooms, voices can be heard in the walls, and there’s a foul smell seeping through the vents only Mari seems to notice. Worse: Piper keeps talking about a friend who wants Mari gone. But “running from ghosts” is just a metaphor, right? As the house closes in, Mari learns that the danger isn’t limited to Maple Street. Cedarville has its secrets, too. And secrets always find their way through the cracks.

The House Next Door by Anne Rivers Siddons

Thirty-something Colquitt and Walter Kennedy live in a charming, peaceful suburb of the newly bustling Atlanta. Life is made up of enjoyable work, long, lazy weekends, and the company of good neighbors. Then, to their shock, construction starts on the vacant lot next door, a wooded hillside they'd believed would always remain undeveloped. Soon, though, they come to realize that more is wrong than their diminished privacy. Surely the house can't be "haunted," yet something about it seems to destroy the goodness of every person who comes to live in it, until the entire heart of this friendly neighborhood threatens to be torn apart.

#Horror #fiction #to read #tbr #library books #scary stories #books to read #booklr #booktok #reading recommendations #Book Recommendations #adult horror #themed reading

[fenrirwolfe]

At first, he thought Jack would just be a fun time. Something he's experienced before. Someone he would sooner rather than later become bored of. But gods, was that the opposite of what happened.

At every attempt to rationalize it, he was shown illogical outcomes. Jack desired domination and he submitted beautifully...but the fire in him never died down or dwindled. It kept on burning, even when he was most cold. He became an addiction. An obsession. Someone he...loved.

Fen thought he could ignore those pesky feelings and just have his fun. Play with Jack like he had the others...but acting aloof and trying to use manipulation on him backfired. Jack was too used to being left alone and abandoned for that to work. Survivalist little fucker. But not without being affected. He'd put himself in dangerous situation to feel important, but that risked his life too much. Coaxing him back wasn't easy. Emotions weren't an option when Jack shut down like that and sex only got him so far...so he proposed. It was the most chaotic decision to ever be made. He didn't think Jack would accept...but he did. Sure, he had a mate, but he didn't care for her like he did Jack. Legally...Jack was his only spouse.

In the back of his mind, he had Steve McGarrett on the backburner. The whole McGarrett family fascinated him! Very strong people...so emotionally stunted and fundamentally broken. His father-in-law, younger than him, also ran a task force that his criminal empire was very aware of.

Everything was just a ticking time bomb he's immensely surprised hadn't gone off earlier.

When his home was finally raided, he greeted Steve with a wolfish smile. The look in the SEAL's eyes let Fenrir know immediately that the reason that led to having a gun pointed at his face wasn't any crime he's broken all his life...but by who his husband was.

"Hello, Commander! Looks like we've finally got ourselves a family reunion."

@doctor-sailor-investigator

[johannestevans]

trans male characters part 5

feel free to use as a prompt or to give recommendations or to add your own

man who wears 5 jumpers in winter but is still cold

bank clerk who in his spare time is building a scale replica of his home town in his basement, complete with a working train station that is always behind schedule

lorry driver who takes photographs of the sunrise every day to post on his blog, which has 9 subscribers

exhausted universal translator technician who keeps deleting tech support tickets for regional slang on for 2000 different languages spread across a hundred planets

man who has an upside down tattoo on his wrist and gets upset at posters that explain proper tattoo placement

300-year-old sailor covered in tattoos who lectures people about knot tying, the fishing industry, politics, dietary choices, the environment, boat maintenance, appropriate beard length and, of course, proper tattoo placement

man who sells beautiful homemade jewellery on the beach and will absolutely take payment in the form of pretty rocks, candy, and weed, but cash is preferred

bicycle technician who is trying and failing to bring back putting a playing card in your bike wheel to make a tapping sound as a cool thing for kids to do. kids remain enenthused

devoted gentleman's gentleman who looks after his employer's every need (and kisses him nightly)

doctor who actually listens when his patients talk

jaw-droppingly gorgeous son of aphrodite

cold, grizzled son of ares whose chest scars blend in with all the rest

schoolteacher who wears charms and peacock feathers in his hair, whose chalk board is always supernaturally clean when not in use, and who can always tell who's whispering without turning his head

man across from you in the library who drops 4 caffeine pills into a red bull and chugs the whole thing. he sighs happily. you wonder how he survives it

man who's been abducted by aliens so many times now he's sure they just think it's a joke but they wipe his brain every time and his memory is shot

paranormal investigator who has been terrified of monsters since he was a child and one lived under his bed. he has no idea said monster has adopted him and been following him around since, intimidating any other creature which might be interested in eating him for lunch

man with a deep-seated phobia of cats who could only afford the rent on the flat between the pet shop and the vet, and on bad days exits his home via the back first floor window bc shimmying along the sill and a 7 foot fence is easier than facing a furious moggy in a carrier

man whose kiss kills people but keeps hoping this boyfriend will be different

wizard who is always high, drunk, or both, but never neither

[error404vnotfound]

"a German sailor, British doctor, Polish worker, French stowaway, and Spanish priest go investigate an abandoned ship"

why does this setting feel like the beginning of a very bad joke

#good strat bringing people from different nationalities just in case you find a foreign ghost #watching 1899

[thelightofwhitechapel]

A STUDY IN SCARLET

Jacob looked again at the note that the mysterious woman in the scarlet dress had handed to the judge. Mangled Mermaid at Billingsgate Docks. He had been here once and didn't remember this visit as the most amazing one. The liquor was mostly beer without gas and gin that ate at the insides with its power. The ladies left much to be desired, and the wasted sailors, often not only with alcoholic beverages, were looking for a provocation in absolutely everyone.

However, he went inside, not wasting time wondering why the woman wanted to meet here. It occurred to him that she didn't look like a prostitute, and she didn't look like a brothel-keeper either.

It seemed to him that he'd seen her in a theater once, in one of the many plays he'd crept into out of boredom — and Evie always said he wasn't a man of culture.

He felt the gaze of the woman behind the counter on him. When he looked back at her, he saw the woman pull the picture out of her corset, then look at him and then the picture.

She whistled in his direction and showed him a four on her fingers as her gaze turned to the stairs.

He nodded and made his way through the drunken men, past the brawl that was taking place right outside the bar.

It was extremely quiet upstairs. It's as if all the employees have evaporated along with the customers. And although he saw them outside, despite the terrible, freezing rain, he did not expect them all to be out.

He went to door number four. He put his ear to the door to try to hear what was going on inside. Silence again. However, the eagle's gaze told him the presence of two people. And they weren't the enemies.

He opened the door. The woman and man turned to him. The woman who bet on his fight and gave the message to the referee, and Sergeant Reginald Hargreaves, a friend of Frederick Abberline at Scotland Yard. They had a chance to exchange two words when Jacob was passing by to visit Freddie.

"Good evening, Mr. Frye."

"Is that a joke? We couldn't meet at the police station, but at the brothel?"

He closed the door behind him. The woman's look told him that, heavy against his skin like a lead ball.

"We might, if not," he grunted, putting his hands behind his back and straightening up, "our little arbitrariness."

"Our?"

"Mine and Miss Seymour's." He pointed at the woman. "We're investigating a pervert milieu that buys child sex services. Actually, I'm investigating… And I'm helping Miss Seymour a bit."

"What does it mean?"

The woman moved her hand, ordering him to follow her. They stood at a table on which lay a very detailed sketch of a young girl in a striped shirt and a once-white apron. Her hair was short and unstyled. Facial features thin, but… extremely attractive.

"This girl came out of the Home for Wayward Youth on Houndsditch in the City of London a few days ago. On her way to the pharmacist, she met Pris Witless, whom she went to, and has not been heard from since. Pris denies that she did anything to her. The girl just left without a word and is now probably wandering around London."

"She has memory lapses that she can't come back?"

"So much so that she often forgets her own name," she confirmed, and Jacob could hear an unimaginable heaviness in her voice. "In addition, under the influence of strong emotions, mainly stress, she falls into a state resembling a psychotic attack. She could get into big trouble. She also could have hurt herself unintentionally."

"And why am I in all this?"

"You're much more mobile than we are," Hargreaves said. "You are able to climb to the rooftops and find Miss Alice more quickly that way. And then make sure nothing happens to her."

"Can't I escort her straight to the orphanage?"

Seymour shook her head.

"She's looking for the culprit of the fire that killed her family eleven years ago, and she needs her own reality to piece together her memories. And this manifests itself in sleepwalking. She's tried it before at Rutledge Asylum, but to no avail, and Doctor fucking Bumby won't let her traumatic memories be retained, so she can't do it at the orphanage."

Miss Seymour seemed to have a rather unflattering opinion of the director of the orphanage. Jacob wondered why that was.

"At any rate, she will be, or already is, walking through her reality, wandering the streets, and for my peace of mind, I'd like you to look after her. Freddie said you could be trusted, and you'd do a great job on this assignment."

Jacob's eyes ran across her face. She looked seriously worried and desperate.

And he, actually, was currently unemployed anyway. Since the Blighters were broken, Starrick defeated, and Evie left for India with Henry Green, the frequency of his missions had been reduced to a minimum.

"I have much to offer you, Mr. Frye. I know everyone has their price and…"

"I don't want money, Miss Seymour."

She straightened up and glared at him.

"So what?"

"You're worried about that girl. I want to know who is she to you?"

Even Hargreaves himself wasn't entirely sure. He knew they met when Seymour was a teenager and Alice Liddell was six. And that was basically it.

"We're not related by blood," she said, wondering for a moment what she really meant to say, "but she's like a daughter to me. And I want her to be as safe as possible in this extremely dangerous process."

Jacob had people all over London. Plus, he could watch her himself, and it's all for justice.

He extended his hand towards the woman. She grabbed it tightly.

"It's a deal, Miss Seymour."

"You don't even know how much your help means to me in this case, Mr. Frye."

"I don't know, it's a fact. But you can be sure I won't let hurt her."

They shook each other's hands. And after a while, Jacob went to tell the Rooks that they had a new, very important work to do.

#alice liddell #alice liddell x jacob frye #assassin's creed syndicate #alice madness returns #jacob frye #alice madness returns x assassin's creed #american mcgee's alice #the sims 4 #the sims 4 screenshots #the sims 4 renders #the sims render #the sims 4 render edit #ts4 edit #fanfiction #ocs #american mcgee's alice x assassin's creed

[apricuscity]

The Five Great Seas.

“Greetings everyone! My name is Doctor Percival Drake! I’m a world renowned explorer, archeologist, educator, paranormal investigator, cryptid hunter, and aspiring sushi chef. I’ll be filling in for Mr. Kusunoki as he assumes the role of temporary Dean!”

“Our world is mostly water. I know this is a common fact but we need to start somewhere correct? Most of the water of our world happens to be what’s considered the five great seas. Did you know most of these seas remain unexplored? Oh my yes it’s quite thrilling!”

“The one most of you are likely familiar with is the Ortus Sea. Ortus translates to “rise” or “birth”. It’s directly East of Apricus. The Ortus Sea is likely the most heavily traveled of the five great seas. Those of you who went on the recent trip to Kwailai can attest to that. Ortus is home to a great many “leviathans” as Captain Larsen would call them. This is due to it’s favorable temperatures year round.”

“Far to the North of Apricus, past the mountains, past the vast expanse of the Kingdom of Nivis lies the Ледник Sea. If you’re curious, that roughly translates to Glacier. As you can expect, this is the coldest of the five great seas. Many a ship has been lost to the treacherous waters, and the gigantic icebergs the sea is famous for. Several expeditions have gone missing trying to recover a treasure map supposedly located on a ship that’s been stuck half frozen in the ice for ages now. That’s a story for another time.”

“To the West of Apricus you’ll find the مقدس Sea. If you’re not familiar it roughly means “Sacred” or “Holy” depending on who you ask. The people of Calere consider it to be such. Honestly if you lived in a desert kingdom you’d probably consider any large body of water to be that as well. This sea is home to some of the deepest known parts of any of the five seas. There’s also a small section of it that is considered one of the saltiest bodies of water we know of. Very fun to float in. Anyway moving on.”

“Let’s head South of Apricus shall we? This is where things get more interesting. Here you’ll find the Faititili Sea. The name means “Thunder” or “Thundercloud” things of that nature. As you can imagine it’s home to some wicked storms. It’s also the largest and most unexplored of the five seas. If the storms weren’t bad enough, parts of the sea are said to be perpetually shrouded in an otherworldly fog from which no vessels ever return.”

“Finally we come to the fifth and final of the five great seas. The mysterious Perditus Sea. The sea where all seas meet. So they say anyway. Oh right, Perditus means “lost” or “ruined”. It’s called this because it’s said to be the place where countless lost treasures can be found. Artifacts lost to time. Even an ancient civilization said to have been sunk beneath the waves. It’s nearly impossible to reach, even air travel over the area where it’s said to be has been forbidden due to the amount of crashes.”

“All of these seas hold many secrets. Some are said to just be tales passed around by old sailors through the ages. You know what they say though, every story tends to have a bit of truth to it. Who knows what’s truly waiting out there. Does the siren’s song lead to riches..or simply a watery demise?”

#Percival Drake

[thcangriestboy-a]

@doctor-sailor-investigator​ sent: “Mankind has always feared what it doesn’t understand.” Josef Kostan, a 400+ y/o Vamp. 

David was pissed. One little slip up. One moment of being too blatantly obvious as being powerful and he’d been subjected to any number of lectures from just about every side imaginable.

“Yeah, well...Maybe it’s time that people like us gave them a reason to fear us,” He admitted. “I mean, laying low and keeping quiet isn’t exactly doing us any favors.” 

David could unmake the entire world if he put his mind to it. That ought to earn him a touch more respect.

[sasamelons]

I figured that now would be a great time to update my @guardianbingo​ card, since I added a bunch of fills in the last little while, especially as part of the The Marvelous (Mis)adventures of Da Qing, King of Cats event.

I think I’m doing pretty well based on my original goal, which is just 3 completed lines, although I am tempted to try for the whole card after seeing all of Gracie’s beautiful badges 😍 (Although I have to say I’m not very good at completing lines hahaha thank goodness for bonus prompts)

So here’s my list of Bingo fics (and I always love to chat about any of my works and wips if anyone’s interested)!

Completed Prompts:

Fluff: Episode 30: Operation Fluff — Da Qing cheering up Zhao Yunlan

Suits: Episode 23: Nap-worthy — Da Qing considers the implications of Shen Wei in his territory

Lao Li: Episode 26: To Follow and To Guard — Da Qing’s important relationships

S.I.D.: Episode 21: The Presence of a Cat — Da Qing and bb Zhao Yunlan

Cong Bo: Episode 15: The Best Investigator in Dragon City — Da Qing shares the tea on Weilan

Betrayal: the last cup of tea — Shen Wei meets Shen San in the underworld

Flirt: Focus on: Da Qing and Zhu Hong gossiping about Zhao Yunlan, Ep 8 (meta)

Mountain-River Awl: Chapter 11: Sparks — Da Qing investigates the Hallows

Lollipops: the sweetest thing — pendant of pining drabble

Zhao Yunlan’s Housekeeping: the minor gods — Zhao Yunlan discovers tiny dragon Shen Wei’s secret powers

Monthly Prompts:

February, “Tiger”: top of the food chain — the SID gets ready for Chinese New Year with at Da Qing’s help expense

June, “Dragon”: midsummer offerings — Zhao Yunlan, Da Qing, and tiny dragons Shen Wei and Ye Zun celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival

July, “Meeting Again”: [podfic] No Matter How Long by rlyqueer

August, “Star-Crossed Lovers”: weaving twilight — Sailor Moon AU “Silver Millennium” prequel aka YOHE xianxia AU

October, “Supernatural Elements”: stillness — novelverse Mama Zhao and baby Yunlan

November, “Short and Sweet”: hell or high water — novelverse drabble

Works in Progress:

Alternate First Meeting: first part of vigilante!Shen Wei aka triple identity porn au longfic that I’ve been writing forever aka the fic that keeps on giving (1, 2, 3)

New Beginnings: [podfic] Kite With a Broken String by teyla

Transformation: big cat Da Qing fic

Students: Sailor Moon AU — Zhu Hong fic

Legends: yashou legends fic OR shen wei & ye zun roleswap au

Plot Bunnies:

Mountains: weilan soulmates AU (soulmarks)

Lollipops: pendant of pining fic (1, 2) OR everything everywhere all at once AU aka multiverse fic

Cigarettes: interlude between parts 1 and 2 of vigilante/identity porn au

Soulfire: ghost kitty fic

Guardian Lantern: Doctor Who AU

[unboundtravels]

𝑬𝑿𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯

"You are incorrigibly meddlesome, Doctor... But we've always felt your hearts are in the right places."

All I have in me today energy-wise is headcanon stuff. I had a pretty busy week and my energy levels are drained. That being said, I had an itching to write some stuff, so I thought I'd go over some lore for The Bond Doctor: The exiled alien trapped in a cage. Able to sympathize with the local zoo-tiger, this incarnation of The Doctor was forced to remain on Earth in exile after his previous incarnation had summoned his people to help stop a band of renegades that planned to conquer the universe. This post goes over some details of his exile, the actual punishment, and how he seems to cope.

 Thanks to the Sixby Doctor's efforts to convince The Timelords that there was evil out in the universe and that he had a part to play against the battle between good and evil— The Timelords settled to simply exile him instead of executing him as they would with normal renegades. However, that didn't mean he was off the hook. They forced a regeneration onto him, so that when he'd landed on Earth— he'd been in a state of delirium. However, it wouldn't last forever, as The Doctor did eventually recover from his post-regenerative trauma. Despite that, he would still find himself shipwrecked on the planet Earth. This was because The Timelords not only forced him to change but also erased his memories of how to pilot and repair the TARDIS. If that wasn't enough damage, they also scrambled his memory on top of that. No memories were severely compromised, but The Doctor was unable to remember the many "dematerialization codes" for various times & planets. Essentially, The Timelords had erased his knowledge on how to drive, and how to fix any engine troubles, as well as how to read a map. He was trapped. Stuck. In one time and place, unable to flee.

This didn't stop The Doctor from trying to escape, however. Stranded on Earth, The Doctor was quickly swept up by UNIT, and forced with no other alternative— he joined up with them as their scientific advisor. Despite the sizeable salary, The Doctor only really cared about the resources UNIT gave him to repair his timeship. Despite not remembering how to repair his ship, The Doctor still attempted, regardless, to fix his ship. (The Scarf Doctor would later say that these repairs were all sorts of random, as if Bond was just sticking things together and hoping they'd work.) The TARDIS remained in the back corner of his laboratory— often collecting dust until she was able to be repaired. Measuring the time frame that the TARDIS remained unused for in TV terms, The Doctor was unable to pilot the TARDIS for three seasons worth of time (SEVENTY-EIGHT EPISODES) and his control of the TARDIS was returned to him at the beginning of his "fourth season" after he saved Gallifrey from an anti-matter creature with aid from his first and second incarnation. (However, by the time his exile had been lifted, he'd become so endeared to Earth that he didn't abandon his role as Scientific Advisor of UNIT until he regenerated.)

Despite focusing his priorities on fixing The TARDIS— Whilst in exile, The Doctor was often required to solve UNIT cases per the order of The Brigadier. This led to him forming a myriad of connections (most notably Honey Bahn Moto and Kurama, the private investigator), and the lifestyle UNIT provided allowed him to retain some semblance of normalcy. That being said, this specific incarnation of The Doctor had a strong distaste for the military lifestyle. Often acting as a conscientious objector to most of UNIT's practices, which seemingly took an effect as UNIT evolved— becoming more philanthropic over time, as well as diplomatic (if at times bearing a flawed approach.) That being said, being exiled to Earth left The Doctor feeling more like a marooned sailor on an island. Everyone around him was capable of coping with it, but as a Timelord— The Doctor could feel the rotation, size, and positioning of Earth. It is ingrained into him biologically that the universe is much bigger than simply one planet, and as such he yearned for freedom to a degree that left him often bitter and frustrated. He was able to sympathize with caged animals, feeling as if he was trapped in a confinement that he could not escape. This led to him being more assertive and charismatic, as well as more of a showman in terms of gadgetry, an aptitude for martial arts, and a plethora of tricks he "picked up" from various famed historians. All of this was an attempt to maintain a connection to the life he previously had and yearned to continue having. The Doctor was a marooned sailor desperately trying to get back to the life he knew. The results of his cabin fever manifested as new additions to his arsenal. The Bond Doctor would upgrade, maintain, and utilize The Sonic Screwdriver to such a degree that later incarnations continued to use it regularly. The Doctor also acquired a car: Bessie— which he upgraded with self-driving technology and remote control capabilities. The Bond Doctor resided in a mostly 1970s-core Earth, which made this technology extremely advanced, as telephones were still in their rotary phase whilst he was in exile. (Don't ask me to explain the continuity errors for various threads I'll kill you)

His foremost enemy was a fellow Timelord he frequently encountered, The Master. Although appalled by the disregard for life inherent in the Master's schemes, The Doctor treated their relationship as somewhat of a friendly rivalry, even enjoying their battle of wits. The Master reflected an equally casual attitude toward him. During his exile, and because of the more frequently reoccurring conflicts, The Doctor also held out hope that he could rehabilitate the Master, whom he had once considered more than a friend. Eventually, The Master would cement that rehabilitation was an impossibility— and The Doctor would go on to consider him the worst evil in the cosmos (though The Goth Doctor would attempt the war to rehabilitate The Master, again.) Though the Master sometimes teamed up with the Doctor to deal with foes who threatened them, he always bent to dark and malicious desires, which kept their mutual antagonism alive. Indeed, when they did work together, they showed mutual respect's abilities. More than once, the Master offered to share his power, but the Doctor always refused.

Authoritative, yet rebellious, this incarnation of The Doctor always favored peace and diplomacy above violence and aggression, though this led him to clash with stalwart military-minded individuals who chose rules over morality, with figures such as the Brigadier often being a thorn in his side, especially when a particularly aggressive influential had a greater majority of imprudent people on their side. The Doctor held a strong disgust towards these people, who were any combination of stubborn, selfishly goal-driven, or close-minded, and would be further outraged if they refused to listen to him, ignored his protests, or went to absurd lengths just to dodge the risk of being proven wrong, especially when they acted antagonistic and undiplomatic. If unsatisfied with someone's handling of a situation, however, the Doctor would step in forcefully and take charge, but, if diplomacy outright failed, he reacted in a subdued manner, giving a scathing and virulent dressing down to the foolhardy individuals that destroyed a bid for peace and order. Having a disdain for bureaucracy, he was rebellious against authorities that were openly hostile towards him.

With a reaction time "ten times faster" than a human's, The Doctor was a man of action, joining the fray whenever needed with his mastery of Venusian aikido, boxing, Saturnian kung-fu, Martian karate, and Mercurian kung fu. The Bond Doctor's skill at combat was so exceptional that many future incarnations of The Doctor considered him to be the best hand-to-hand combatant of any of the previous incarnations (discounting The War Doctor, of course.) He was also adept in fencing, was a highly trained marksman, and thanks to frequent encounters with The Master— was an incarnation of The Doctor less susceptible to mind control or general psychic or telekinetic trickery. Much like other incarnations, this incarnation could resist mental probes meant to invade his mind for information.

Overall, The Bond Doctor is an incarnation one could describe as caged. Longing to be free, but reluctant to enjoy it once he became attached to the world he'd been exiled to. Motivated by his self-interests at first, he'd later become someone who put his friends above himself. Always self-sacrificial, this Doctor was colorful and whacky but stern and dangerous when the situations called for it. An elegant tiger struggling bitterly against the chains of his exile but unable to resist defending the planet that had become his prison.

#!!!. {in character | ic} #iii. {the bond doctor} #555. {character studies}