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evan-writes-once-in-a-blue-moon · 2 years

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Sapphic September prompt 19- "Seems like we'll be here for a while."

Ingrid Rosworth/Reader

WC: 1.3k (almost. Wtf. /pos)

Contains: getting stuck in an elevator, Ingrid is sus, shy!reader, a meal is mentioned but no details, what else does one talk about when ur stuck in an elevator w your superior and you also have a crush on them????.

Type: suspense ig?, wlw, stuck in a small space

AN: I admit I was exciting for this one bc like its Perfect ok for stuck in an elevator. Also a lil sprinkle of more suspicious (read: vampire???????) Ingrid if you squint. Btw, there's a y/p mention: this means your/pronouns. I didnt want to just do she or they. Sorry if it makes it get clunky... I did my best. Anyway. Mommy? Please!!!

Summary: Reader and Ingrid get stuck in an elevator... how else can you pass the time with your superior?

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The storm battering the office window seemed miles away as you typed away on your computer working on a case. The office was finally quiet after an unproductive day so you had decided to stay late and work in the peaceful space.

After a few hours had passed, you were satisfied with the amount of work you'd gotten done and glanced toward the window. Rain patterning against the glass and lightning flashing in the distance made you realize what time it was- late.

You packed up your things and turned off your computer, and went to retrieve your lunch container from the kitchenette. As you left, you saw someone or something in the corner of your eye.

When you returned to your desk, you checked the time. It was nearly nine in the evening- there's no way someone else stayed this late.

You grabbed your things and made your way to the elevator. As you entered it, you heard someone call to you,

"Hold it, please!"

You reached out your arm to stop the elevator doors from closing, and immediately worried that the thing you'd seen was what called for you to keep the elevator open.

But then you saw who it had been.

Ingrid Rosworth stood outside the elevator and then smiled as she entered. "Thank you," she said sweetly.

She pressed the button to the garage while you had selected the lobby.

Of course she had a car to drive herself. Why would I think we could walk together to the train? You wondered what kind of car it might be.

For what should have been a couple minutes ride in the elevator at most came to a shuddering halt.

The elevator stopped, the lights went out and the emergency lights flickered on.

Ingrid still seemed to glow in the red emergency sign light.

You shivered, she sighed.

"That damn storm..." she muttered.

"How long... do you think the elevator will be out? Should we do something?" You asked. You looked over and up at her, willing your heart to quiet down.

She always caught your attention anyway, her outfits impeccable and hair cascading perfectly around her. She was beautiful and intelligent, and powerful as a well-known lawyer.

You had nearly finished your graduate degree, but you were still far behind her in status. You knew you shouldn't put her on a pedestal, but you also knew you paled in comparison standing beside her.

While othe peers were eager to speak with her and gain advice, you were often too intimidated to do the same. It wasn't really fair to her; you were sure she was approachable. Just... not to you.

Not when sometimes you'd catch her eye by accident and look away, hoping your blush wasn't visible through your light makeup.

"Are you alright?" She asked, leaning toward you a little and raising a hand as if to brush hair out of your face.

"Oh!" You blushed, hoping this time the red light made the blush imperceptible. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. You?"

She chuckled. "You just seem a little nervous."

"I- yeah, I am, I guess," you confessed.

"I was asking you what you were doing here so late."

"Oh, uh, well, I wasn't able to get a lot done today, so I decided to stay late."

"Were you the one who ordered dinner at seven?"

"Yes, that was me," you nodded, then frowned. "How did you know?"

"I smelled it," she shrugged.

That didn't make any sense. Her office was in the opposite corner of your desk. Maybe she had stopped by the files and the smell had drifted over there... Still, it was strange.

"Did... you get anything to eat?" You tried to make conversation. The minutes were beginning to stretch, especially as you kept your imagination at bay. From fantasies or nightmares alike.

She smiled and nodded. "I certainly did."

A few minutes passed and she stepped forward to try the emergency radio.

"Hello?" She asked. No response. "Hello, this is Ingrid Rosworth in elevator three-one-six, from Baldr Legal? Is anyone there?"

Silence, not even static. She sighed and shrugged as she put it back.

"Seems like we'll be here for a while," she said. She turned to you and smiled, then gestured with her hands to the floor. "Shall we sit?"

"I've been sitting all day," you shrugged.

Your mind was racing. You had to admit you were worried. There was plenty to be anxious about, and while you weren't claustrophobic, being stuck in an elevator was far from your bucket list.

But then again, you didn't mind that it was with Ingrid. You didn't look at her as you leaned against the back wall, but you knew she had her legs crossed and stretched out across the floor. You wondered what she was thinking about. You wondered if she went home to an apartment or house alone, if someone was waiting for her. You knew you didn't have anyone at home, and would probably head to bed shortly after you got home. You wondered if she what she would do once she was home... does she shower in the evenings? With that gorgeous hair she must have some sort of hair routine.

"Y/n?"

You blinked your eyes open and looked down at her.

She chuckled again. "You seem to daze off easily."

"S-sorry," you muttered, embarrassed.

"You need to relax, Y/n. We'll be out of here in no time, just fine."

It was a kind gesture and attempt at reassurance, but you had to admit you were still nervous.

"Tell me about this case that got you so focused," she smiled. "It'll distract you."

You were thankful for the excuse. The case was interesting enough, it just called for more attention than you had been able to give it during the busy day.

She nodded and hummed along to your reciting of the case and its details, recounting the information you had just poured over.

"You're really good at this, you know," she said gently. "I'm glad I have you here at Baldr. Perhaps we can work on a case someday."

The idea was exciting for sure. Spending more time with Ingrid would be wonderful, especially if you got to know her a little more.

"What were you-"

The emergency lights turned off and the normal lights turned back on, the elevator continuing its journey downwards at its usual pace.

She took your hand that you offered to help her up, and you couldn't help but notice she seemd a little disappointed.

The elevator doors opened at the lobby and there was a security guard waiting there. He apologized to Ingrid profusely, rambling an explanation about the storm and power, etc, and that the radio in our elevator hadn't seemed to be working.

Once he was finished, she said, "you should apologize to Y/n as well. Y/p (was/were) in the elevator with me, suffering the same fate."

He turned to you and apologized, even if it was a little less enthusiastic. He then asked if he could escort you to your vehicles.

You explained you didn't have one, but thanked him anyway. Ingrid dismissed him, then turned to you.

"I wish you well on this case, Y/n," she said. "Make me proud."

It was a strange request, as you worked for Baldr rather than her, but you nodded and assured her that you would.

As you walked toward the doors to go to the train, you couldn't help but feel watched. You admitted to yourself you were disappointed that you hadn't said something or maybe even kissed her, but it was too risky. If you had made a mistake, you might lose your job.

You didn't mind her gaze being on your backside as you left, hoping something might happen another day.

#tears of themis #tears of themis/reader #ingrid rosworth/reader #ingrid rosworth #wlw #wlw fic #wlw suspense (ooooooo)#tw claustrophobia #again not Ingrid/Rosa(mc) to me but if it is to you then coolio :)#im on a roll at this point #vampire!ingrid coming for my neck pleade and thank u #sappicseptember2019

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actualbird · 2 months

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now bear with me but i think:

the funniest way for luke to realize hes bisexual is late in the game once hes already in a relationship with mc and mc is trying her darndest to wrangle the other nxx boys into their relationship as well, polycule style, and luke is like "huh i wonder why that doesnt bother me? well, i love the team the same way i love her too and—WAIT i LOVE THE TEAM the SAME WAY i LOVE HER TOO???" like he figures it out by the time hes already got feelings, skipped right past even being aware of the attraction, the oblivious dolt (affectionate), and hes much too deep into the whole thing by this point to argue with himself against it. it simply never occurred to him before because he had mc tunnel vision and so the realization hits him like an unannounced brick to the face

the funniest way for artem to realize hes bisexual is through watching Pride and Prejudice (2005) and getting a crush on both lizzy and darcy

the funniest way for vyn to realize hes bisexual is that hes known all along and he lords that fact over the others any chance he can get. like, "psh, you didnt figure out early? is this what the kids these days call a 'skill issue'?"

the funniest way for marius to realize hes bisexual is getting a crush on vyn during their first tutoring session and promptly wanting to jump out of the room through the window about it

the funniest way for mc to realize shes bisexual is meeting ingrid rosworth

#tears of themis #nobody argue w me this came to me in a vision from the lord #luke pearce #artem wing #vyn richter #marius von hagen #tot luke #tot artem #tot vyn #tot marius #xia yan #zuo ran #mo yi #lu jinghe

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dwead-piwate-meggers · 7 months

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ingrid martin

digital artist • belgian expat • new roommate

(mc of @apt502-if )

#ingrid martin #apt 502 #502 roommate

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ao719 · 1 year

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Trace the Steps

A/N: This is a part of my Us Again series. Submission for @choicesflashfics, using prompt #2. Thank you to @burnsoslow for prereading. Please excuse any errors.

Title Inspiration: The Stranger - Ingrid Andress

Book/Pairing: TRR; Liam x MC (Katherine)

Rating: T • Warnings: None.

Word count: 2500

Catch up here

Chatter fills the ballroom of the luxury hotel as political figures from around the globe mingle after the dinner service. I’m seated at a table next to Liam; his arm is draped across the back of my chair as he casually chats with the French ambassador beside him.

I’m quiet as I stare at the bubbles in my champagne flute, too lost in my thoughts to hold a conversation that lasts more than a few minutes. We arrived in New York a couple of days ago for the annual UN Gala, and being here is doing no favors to my state of mind.

I’m here, but I’m not present.

Lately, that’s how it feels no matter where I am or what I’m doing.

I feel like a shell of myself. I’m not sleeping well. I’m not eating right. I’m losing motivation for the simplest of tasks. I cry more than I smile, and my smiles are mostly fake, save for the ones I give my children.

I’ve never felt so lost.

“You’ve hardly eaten, Queen Katherine.”

A man’s voice pulls my eyes away from my champagne glass. I glance over to see the French ambassador looking at me with a concerned smile as he gestures to my barely-touched plate. My gaze subtly shifts up to see Liam look from my plate to me, and I swear I think I see a flicker of concern in his eyes.

I force a smile as I look back at the man. “I had quite a big lunch.”

It’s a lie, of course.

“Ah,” the man nods. “The portion sizes here are something,” he chuckles. “You are from here, no?”

“I am,” I nod in reply.

“Oui,” he smiles, clapping Liam on the shoulder. “This is where you met your beautiful wife!”

My eyes move back to Liam, and he’s still staring at me as he responds. “It is,” he nods.

There seems to be something in his gaze, something almost familiar, and I feel a swell of hope fill me as I stare back at his brilliant blue eyes, silently praying for what I’m not even sure … something that says he understands. Suddenly, a voice calls out to him, pulling his attention; he sees a Swedish statesman, an old friend of his, and he smiles as he turns away to greet him.

I feel myself deflate as I look back at the champagne bubbles. My emotions unexpectedly start to get the better of me and I quickly blink to rid my eyes of the sting in them.

I need to get out of here.

I fake a smile to those around the table to excuse myself before I stand. I look at the door and then at Liam, whose back is to me; I could just go … but there’s a piece of me that wants to try something.

I place my hand on his shoulder as he speaks to his friend; he looks up and smiles as he lifts his hand to rest on the small of my back, our act in perfect sync. “You remember my wife?”

“Of course!” The man grins before greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. “Lovely to see you again.”

“You as well,” I smile before looking down at Liam and dropping my voice. “I’m going to step out.”

Liam’s brows imperceptibly knit. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” No. “I just … need some fresh air.” As he stares back at me, I’m screaming inside for him to offer to come with me.

“Ok.”

My heart sinks as I nod; I give one last forced smile to the man he’s speaking with before turning and heading for the doors.

I can’t remember the last time We sat at the table, just the two of us Looked into each other’s eyes And made the choice to choose us

I need to be alone, so I sneak out of the side entrance to evade my security detail. I step into an alleyway and take in a deep breath, brushing away the few tears that have managed to slip out as I slowly exhale. I move to the sidewalk and people bustle by me. I should stick out like a sore thumb in my designer gown, but in true New York fashion, they’re paying me no mind.

I turn and begin to walk, not knowing exactly where I’m headed.

The first several years Liam and I attended the gala after we married, it always became a walk down memory lane. As the years continued, however, we stopped reliving those pivotal moments of our story; we stopped reminiscing. One would think being in a place that held so much history of us would make us at least think about how far we’d fallen, but we became so accustomed and numb to the crumbling state of our relationship … or we just chose to blatantly ignore it … coming here year after year seemed to not affect us at all.

This time proves different, however. At least for me.

Perhaps it’s because of how much I’ve been thinking about where we are, how we got here, and what the future holds for us — if anything at all — so much lately. Finding that photograph of us in Liam’s wallet triggered something in me. In the time since, the state of our marriage has consumed me; it’s all I can think about. I’ve cried more in the past few weeks than I have in the decade we’ve been together. And I know Liam has sensed a shift in me and he’s been acting differently himself, more so in the week since I asked him that question: Did we break each other? He never answered me, but he didn’t need to.

I’ve been thinking about that question myself, wondering if we’re broken or shattered. There is a difference between the two.

Broken means there’s still hope.

After walking a few blocks, I stop in front of a familiar street. It’s been years since I’ve been here. I linger for a few moments before a wave of memories crashes over me, and I turn down the sidewalk. My eyes land on a familiar neon sign, and my feet begin to carry me toward it.

Let's trace the steps of where we’ve been To make it feel like home again

The bell above the door rings as I open it, and I step inside my old stomping ground of the bar. It looks the same as it did the last time I was here, which was close to five years ago. The only thing that’s changed is the staff. I get looks from a few other patrons because of my attire, but I ignore them as I make my way to the bar and take a seat on one of the stools.

“What’ll it be, Miss?”

I look up at the bartender; he’s a younger man, giving me a curious smile as he eyes my gown. “A Manhattan, please.”

“Sure thing, doll.”

He prepares my drink and slides it to me before moving to the next customer. I take a sip before glancing around, remembering my time here with Daniel; he stopped working here years ago. He lives upstate now with his husband, but we still talk from time to time.

As I sip my drink, I hear the voice of a waitress behind me, greeting a new table of customers. I glance over my shoulder and instantly recognize the booth before I turn back and close my eyes as the memory hits me.

“Hello, gentleman,” I smile at the men sitting in the booth. “I’ll be taking care of you this evening.”

“Waitress, steaks for the table,” a man grins.

“How about some filet mignon, medium rare and prepared with a bearnaise sauce?” a second man asks.

I refrain from rolling my eyes. “The closest thing we have to filet mignon is the deluxe burger.”

“Dare I ask for your wine list?”

“We’ve got an excellent vintage house red …”

“House red?” he questions, truly shocked.

“It also comes in white,” I quip with a subtle smirk.

“We’ll be fine with a bottle of whiskey … and four deluxe burgers,” the third man speaks up.

I look at him and smile with a nod, but then my brows furrow, looking between the three of them. “Four?”

Just then, the bell above the door rings and the man gestures his head; I look back to see a fourth man making his way toward the booth, and I can’t help but stare. He’s tall, blonde, and has a pair of brilliant blue eyes. He stops in front of me, and when he smiles, I swear my heart skips a few beats. “Sorry I’m late. Thank you for your patience, Miss …?”

I stare up at him in a momentary daze before clearing my throat and smiling in return. “Uh, Katherine.”

“Charmed to make your acquaintance, Katherine.”

When he says my name, my stomach flips. “The pleasure’s all mine,” I nod. “It’s nice to meet you.”

I shake the memory before taking a large sip of my drink in an attempt to drown it. I had no idea back then how that one night — that one stranger — was going to change my life. I came in expecting a typical night at work … and met someone who would soon become the one person I couldn’t live without.

Now he’s a stranger again.

Over the past several weeks, it feels like Liam has also come to silently acknowledge where we are, yet neither of us brings it up. It’s like we’re afraid to talk to each other … or we’ve just gotten so used to not talking at all that we’ve all but given up trying. I want to talk to him. I want to ask him how he thinks we got here and where he thinks we went wrong because I don’t have the answer. I want to know what he thinks we should do.

I want to know if we’re on the same page or, at the least, in the same damn book.

I don’t know what to do. I only know that I’m not going to be able to go on like this much longer. I’m falling apart as it is.

I down the rest of my drink before signaling to the bartender for another. My eyes shift up to the neon sign on the back wall above the bar when I catch it slightly flickering. It’s a sign that’s been there since I worked here. “Trust me, you can dance.” — Tequila.

I continue to stare at it as I raise my glass to my lips.

After taking Liam to see the Statue of Liberty, neither of us seemed quite ready to say goodnight. He offered to take me home, and when we made it to my building situated across the street from the bar, I offered him a nightcap, so to speak; he seemed too gentlemanly to agree to come up to my apartment, so I unlocked the bar for us instead.

It’s after 2 a.m., and Liam and I are a few drinks in, sitting at the bar, laughing as we talk with music softly playing.

I’ve never met anyone so easy to talk to. I would never have guessed he was a Prince if he didn’t tell me at the cove. He’s so down-to-earth and humble. And sweet. And handsome. I can’t help the twinge of sadness I feel that I’ll never see him again after this. We’re two different people from two different worlds … but we have tonight.

A song starts to play, and I smile as I shift myself onto the bar and slide across it, turning the volume up. “Dance with me.”

Liam laughs, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’d be very good.”

“You’re a Prince,” I laugh. “Don’t tell me you can’t dance.”

“I can,” he nods. “But after a few drinks … I wouldn’t say I do it well.”

“Doubtful,” I grin, pointing to the sign above me.

Liam looks up and laughs. “Well, if tequila says I can dance, who am I to argue?”

Slipping off the stool, Liam walks behind the bar toward me. “Now remember, this isn’t a ballroom … so none of that fancy stuff is required,” I say playfully.

“Good to know,” he grins.

Liam gingerly slips his arms around my waist as mine loop around his neck, and we start softly swaying to the music. “See, you’re—” I cut myself off with a laugh as we stumble, holding tightly to him so I don’t fall.

“Spoke too soon,” Liam chuckles as we bump up against the bar.

Still giggling, I glance up to see his brilliant smile as he stares down at me; he slowly starts to lean in, and I tilt my head up just before feeling his lips against mine for the second time that night.

I know you remember that first night I asked if you would wanna dance You made me laugh in the neon light With your two left feet telling me you can’t

My eyes sting as I brush my finger against my lips, still able to remember that kiss like it was yesterday. I never thought I’d see Liam again after that night, but fate had different plans. It brought us back together, tried to tear us apart, and brought us back again.

But how do we become that us again? How do we get back to that Liam and Katherine who had fallen so deeply in love that we would have done anything to be together? Where a future without one another was unacceptable and completely out of the question?

Is it possible to go back to that at all?

Do we fight for what we once had? Or do we wave the white flag and just call it quits? Not all love stories get ‘a happily ever after.’ Sometimes … it’s just once upon a time. Maybe we just need to come to terms with that truth. It’s a hard pill to swallow, though, especially knowing we haven’t done everything we can to save us.

Because we don’t talk.

We may have both acknowledged where we are to ourselves, but we don’t attempt to show it to one another. We don’t say anything. We don’t do anything that simply shows the other, “I’m here. I know. I understand.” A simple gesture of recognition would be better than nothing.

Let’s trace those steps ‘til we can find Where we got lost in love that time

My heart begins to ache as I continue to think about our story, longing for that love I’m not even sure exists anymore. I’m fighting like hell to keep myself together as I take another sip of my drink; when I hear the bell above the door ring, I casually glance over.

I let out a breath when Liam steps into my line of vision. He looks around before his eyes find me, and we stare at one another for a long moment.

Something about him walking into that place at that moment makes me lose my fight.

Without warning, my tears start to fall, and unlike the times before, I don’t attempt to hide or stop them. I see his brows round in worry before I look away and bow my head.

A moment later, I feel his hand on my back, and his thumb tenderly brushes my skin. That simple, infinitesimal gesture is all it takes for me to completely break down, and a quiet sob escapes me.

He’s here. He knows. He understands …

You play the stranger I’ll play the girl at the bar The same place where this all got started Sometimes I wish I didn’t know you at all So we could do it all over And fall all over each other again

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aeoniumgarnet · 1 year

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Some symmetry tool/rendering/colour experiments

feat. my Haedir, @taylordoesdraw ‘s Ingrid, and @bellazzia ‘s Helian

#catnip does art #mc: ingrid #mc: helian #original character #baldur's gate oc #oc: haedir

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the-unconquered-queen · 3 months

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Because PB sure loves giving MCs catty rivalries with female characters! 🙃

(I was gonna include more but I feel like the line between rival and full-on villain would get blurry, so I'm putting it in your hands)

#playchoices #I may not like all of these characters but literally as long as it's not Poppy whatever. I think Jaylen's my fave of these though #idk if she'd count so I didn't include her as an option outright but Michelle from ES was clearly written to be the catty rival to MC #but since I got a good relationship going with her right away she's my MC's bestie and was even her MOH #unconquered queries

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hacked-by-jake · 4 months

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I was tagged by @satveek some time ago, thank you so much, I really appreciate it. 💚

three ships: Jake and MC. V and Evey. Joker and Harley

first ship: uhh, that's hard. I guess Rose (Huntsgirls) and Jake Long (Series: American Dragon). Or Cornelius Fillmore and Ingrid Third (Series: Fillmore). It already started as kid xD

last song: Cirice - Ghost

currently reading: The Chemistry of Death - Simon Beckett

last film: Marvels Civil War (heh)

currently watching: Crime documentary - The case of Emanuela Orlandi

currently consuming: Cold Tea flavoured Peach Ice Tea

currently craving: Sleep and more Ice Tea ^^ And my bed.

Tagging: Of course, no pressure, only do it if you want to 💚 @julesisreading @itsnotzka @anabellerose96 @fem-moony @cassi0-peia @miss-celestia13 @lyon-amore @angie-01040 @rw47vr-key @mirajanemoonvale @hackerqueen @giu-world @kyras-things

#tag game #personal #hbj talks #about me #not dw #<3<3<3<3<3

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evan-writes-once-in-a-blue-moon · 2 years

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Sapphic September prompt 6- "Take us home."

Ingrid Rosworth/Reader

WC: 520ish I think :) lil shorter.

Contains: ooo an event!, Kiki is there :) , introvert!reader

Type: domestic fluff, wlw/nblw

AN: its a little shorter but still sweet. Debut moment :)

Summary: Attending an event with Ingrid may be glamorous, but home is much more luring after a long week.

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The glamorous decorations on the walls and the attendees were dazzling, certainly, but shortly they grew too much.

You did enjoy these events, to a degree. Seeing Ingrid in her finest clothes was always a sight to see. But you had to admit you were jealous for her attention.

You had gotten ready together and arrived together, which shocked your co-workers. This was your first event as a couple. You'd been together a few months, dating privately and not volunteering the fact that you were dating anyone, let alone your superior.

After a while of mingling together, you decided to reconvene later. You made your way over to a friend, Kiki Bennett from Themis Law.

"Hey, Kiki," you greeted her.

"Hi!" She smiled and hugged you enthusiastically. "You look incredible!"

"Thanks, you look good, too," you smiled. She was a little younger than you but well on her way to a successful career. She was charming and was easy to talk to or listen to if you needed a moment away from the main busyness of these sorts of events.

"When did you and Ingrid start going out?" She asked, moving closer and her voice was quiet, as if conspiring with you.

"A few months ago," you shrugged.

"Why didn't you tell me??"

She had known about your crush on Ingrid, and had encouraged you to say something sooner than later. You'd known she would be excited to hear any sort of details.

"Because we decided not to tell anyone until we were ready, Kiki," you smiled. "But I can tell you about a few dates, if you want to know..."

"Absolutely of course!!" Her voice got a little loud with her excitement, but she just giggled and listened intently.

After speaking with Kiki, you mingled with a few other acquaintances, you made your way back to Ingrid.

Your social battery was running out and you were, admittedly, checking the time much too frequently. You politely listened to a few conversations, and privately was proud of Ingrid as she made some rebuttals to stupid arguments or just dismissed someone's foolish remarks.

But you could only be so entertained by he conversations for so long. Eventually, you rested your head against her arm for a moment, though, hoping she got the signal.

She immediately turned her attention to you and asked quietly, "Ready to go?"

You nodded, thankful it was easy enough. "Take us home."

She smiled softly at you, then returned her attention to the men she was standing with. "Thank you for hosting this event, it was lovely. We'll see you all next week. Have a good evening," she said, and then put an arm around your waist and you walked out together.

She closed the door for you once you got into her car on the passenger side. She handed the valet a bill and then got in on the driver's side.

She looked over at you before pulling out of park and putting it in drive. "You said "take us home." Did you mean to?"

You smiled and nodded. "Seems to make sense, since we work together and attend events together."

"Are you sure you dont just want a chauffeur?" She teased as she put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.

"If you were my chauffeur, I'd sit in the back," you answered. You were rewarded with a smile and a hand on your knee.

It looked like you had a busy weekend ahead.

#tears of themis #tears of themis/reader #ingrid rosworth/reader #ingrid rosworth #not ingrid/rose (mc) but it can be to you :)#wlw #wlw fluff #no squinting will reveal vampire!ingrid sadly :/#kiki bennet my bestie #sapphicseptember2019

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celestiarambles · 8 months

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some stw actor au headcanons

- The main cast (the Bureau) are very tight-knit/close with each other.

- Chief Ripley is played by a veteran actress, and she helps cast members that are struggling with heavy scenes/dialogues whenever they need it.

- Dupont is also played by a veteran actor. However, the role is quite different from the usual roles he plays, so he has a lot of fun with the constant ramblings and switching of languages. He has accidentally adopted his character’s Swiss accent at some point!

- One of the reasons why Ingrid has barely any screen time is because she is also the assistant director in some cases/episodes. In fact, she was the director of the Fast Track to Murder case! (the one in the train)

- Carmen is actually very cheerful and perky in real life. (Just imagine Stephanie Beatriz and Rosa Diaz in Brooklyn 99, Carmen is basically like that.)

- Jack, Carmen, and the player (AKA the MC) would always create Tiktoks on set together.

- Lars and Angela are actually just besties in real life, but because of their roles they constantly get dating allegations and they simply just dismiss it every time.

- Elliot and Marina are those cast members who constantly gets edited on Tiktok. Because of this, Elliot has created a secret Tiktok account to view those edits and he posts them on his Instagram story.

- Their longest stay on a country was 3 months, and that was India. It was to shoot the cases in South Asia.

- Besides being an actress, Marina is also a vlogger. She would always be the one to post the BTS and shenanigans of the cast.

- The dog filter selfie that Jonah took in that one case was something that his actor actually took off scene and posted somewhere in his socials.

- Michelle was her actress’ first ever role, and then it became her breakout role.

should i think of more? xD

#criminal case #criminal case save the world #criminal case game

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pulpitude · 3 months

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meet my mcs ✦ a small introduction

bigger introductions coming soon <3

spoiler alert: i'm immune to cis male, gender conforming, he/him using mcs 😭

spoiler alert: yes i prefer all the pretty female non li side characters to any actually available (either male or female) li. all day any day. live laugh love michelle nguyen, diana, ingrid, and briar daly. also dee dee but she's mc's family so i'll have to make a different character for her, sorry andre.

1. bachelorette party

full name: leanne gahan

age: 30

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: greysexual, panromantic, ambiamorous

love interests: diana (formerly), ash tanaka (currently)

occupation: lawyer, former model

more: yes, she's a gyaru, and even in professional lawyer mode she'll still at the very least wear light gal makeup. she's been one since the "glam queens" — her, court, di, and aisha — first formed, and she even modeled as one before she took on her current job as a lawyer. she started a fwb (but with actual friendship) type relationship with diana in college that ended once diana established herself as straight and fell for skip, and again on the trip to vegas after her poor friend started to reconsider not only her supposed love for skip but also her sexuality.

2. bloodbound

full name: raida pearce

age: 23 (physically)

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual w/ male preference, polyamorous

love interests: jax matsuo, adrian raines

occupation: pa, former club dancer

more: she, jax and adrian are in a polyfidelity relationship, they're all in love with each other and no one else. she's an amateur dancer and has been since age 15. after the world discovered vampires, she's been dressing almost impossibly bright and poppy, partly to defy the stereotype that all vampires are goth and partly in memory of her best friend lily and the contrast she'd have with her. she's the oldest of seven — her mother really wanted a boy but only after the birth of her youngest she got told that, as the bloodkeeper, she's unable to bear biological sons. fortunately one of raida's many siblings came out as a trans boy, to their mother's glee.

3. crimes of passion

full name: ashley rose

age: 28

gender: non binary transmasc

pronouns: they/them

sexuality: nblm, exact sexuality unclear/unlabeled

love interest: m!trystan thorne

occupation: private investigator

more: before realizing one can be attracted to men and assume a masculine role in a relationship, ashley frequently asked themself "do i want to be the prince or be with him?" at one point, they were secretly in love with luke, but since he's straight and ruby also likes him, they kept it a secret from everyone. their mother, carolina varela, is argentine, and ever since they learned that they've felt a desire to connect more with the culture — especially with the food, you'll frequently find them eating a choripan, empanada or milanesa de pollo.

4. getaway girls

full name: mirah thompson

age: 27

gender: trans female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

love interest: m!jordan paudwal

occupation: chef

more: growing up with feminine interests in an almost female-only family with maia, anita and dee dee means mirah has always seen herself as "one of the girls" even before realizing she really is one. her parents try their best to support her but are still quite behind, and so they thought that as a woman, she has to marry a man. she's had to prove multiple times that she likes women and wants to marry (f!)kamali... a woman that ended up cheating on her due to wanting "a real woman" and inadvertently leading her back into the arms of her ex boyfriend from college, the only person she's ever loved that truly loves her for all of her.

5. murder at homecoming

full name: valentine mandy stone

age: 17

gender: trans male / boyflux

pronouns: they/he

sexuality: demisexual biromantic

love interest: tyler woods

occupation: amateur detective

more: despite no longer identifying as female, mandy still likes wearing dresses and full glam, partly to blend in with the crowd and partly in memory of perdita (yes, they frequently steal from her). at least that's what he always says. they're always lamenting that perdita never got to meet their true self, since she went missing before mandy realized they weren't cis, but part of him thinks she must know anyway. they're frequently described as "having the soul of a divorced wine mom" by classmates due to their personality and style, and he likes to disagree with them, but deep down he knows they're all right.

6. high school story (au?, more of an oc than a mc, i only remember i created her alongside an alternate mc from the one i usually play as)

full name: darlene murphy

age: 16

gender: afab demigirl

pronouns: they/she

sexuality: lesbian, questioning aspec

love interest: giselle zhou (au — trans!f!aiden zhou)

occupation: n/a

more: for a girl that looks and dresses like elle woods' daughter, darlene sure has a secret geeky side and is frequently found discussing one piece with myra and the rest of the gamer clique. they've also got a passion for fashion, having helped giselle find her style at the same time koh helped her medically transition and later working on costumes for the theatre club. she, giselle and koh (and cameron, as of spring quarter) might be quite the odd squad at first glance, but the four have grown to be inseparable, and darlene finds herself spending more time with her girlfriend and their "third wheels" than with her classmates.

7. distant shores

name: elias bellamy

age: 25

gender: gnc cis male

pronouns: she/he. it'd be just she/her, but she knows people from the golden age of piracy won't understand the concept of pronouns not equaling gender so she just lets them call her he/him. so far the only person she's tried to explain it to (the pronouns, not the gender non conformity - that's an open secret among the crew) is edward, who still doesn't quite fully understand it yet but tries the hardest he possibly can to support her.

sexuality: questioning if gay or bi

love interest: edward mortemer

occupation: pirate, sailor

more: fortunately for elias, being a relatively experienced actor means she's far less likely to accidentally reveal her time traveling secret. unfortunately for her, having time traveled to a far less progressive era means she's also forced to change the way she dresses and acts. early in her stay at the poseidon's revenge, charlie spotted her rifling in the former's closet to see if there were any dresses and came very close to disciplining her, until elias admitted she prefers men and had no perverted intentions at all... and that's the first time she ever confided in her sexuality and identity to a member of the crew that isn't edward.

8. desire and decorum

full name: pamela harper, née pamela foredale, née née pamela liu

age: 23

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: it's not something she dwells on or likes to. even before annabelle introduced her to the concept of not being straight, she's known she's what the modern world would label as pan. she feels her heart has no boundaries on things like birth sex or gender identity, she loves everyone and can be w anyone, but she's too in love with luke to think like that about anyone that isn't him.

love interests: briar daly (formerly), luke harper (currently)

occupation: countess of edgewater

more: before traveling to edgewater, pamela wanted to become either a singer like her mother or a baker like briar's mother. she used to have a relationship with briar that one can only describe as "practicing to become wives" in every aspect, with briar of all people being pamela's first time. unfortunately briar really saw it as just practicing, but fortunately they stayed best friends after their failed relationship. her mother gave her the name "劉瑷菡" (liu aihan) but deep down she's always preferred pamela (or pam), even before she knew her father gave her that name.

9. ride or die

full name: maya minobe (美濃部魔夜)

age: 18

gender: trans female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: lesbian

love interest: ingrid (yes, ingrid. it's technically colt since that's whose romance route i played, but i'd love for her to be a li and so maya dates her in my verse. in between prom and graduation they form a friendship that quickly turns into romantic feelings, but there's definitely been mutual pining and lesbian panic from both sides even before ingrid swallowed her pride and became actual friends with maya)

occupation: n/a

more: she started transitioning at age 15 and originally picked the nickname "kokoro" from a kanji in her deadname (健心), but eventually landed on maya, meaning "magical night". she used to dress in between dark academia and gloomy coquette, but almost as soon as she met the mercy park crew she changed her style to a mix of romanba gyaru and 2000s party girl, dying her hair blonde, learning to do her makeup and acting a lot more bubbly and fun. thanks to her new style, personality and pink ride, she's earned the epithet "racing barbie" by members of the racing scene and rival gangs tracking down the mpc.

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actualbird · 2 years

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assorted hc rambles that one way or another have something to do with the academia in tot's canon

wc: 1k

cuz even if i know this is a game of romance and wits and murder mystery law, hyv cant just drop the cast like the nxx team (aka vyn and artem have doctorate degrees, mc is a graduate attorney, luke has a master's in bioengineering, and marius is working on his master's in oil painting) and not expect me to want to know more about how theyre interacting with their specific spheres of academia

stellis university's biology department is begging "Pearce, L." to please consider giving a guest lecture for their students, pretty please

i think it's very entertaining to remember that several departments at stellis university have a bunch of Celebrity Poster Students/Alumni/Profs.

psychology dept obviously has the graceful intelligent dr vyn richter and hoo boy, that incident back in his personal story 3 where for a hot sec the university believed a SKETCHY CALLOUT POST accusing him to be a TOXIC MANIPULATOR....okay thats pretty on par for the course of how social media works HAHA. but my point here is that vyn is beautiful and a great teacher and theres a fanclub for him and he was momentarily involved in juicy drama. hes the perfect poster prof, he brings in a lot of attention and, in turn, interested students.

the law dept obviously has artem wing, and theyve also got rising attorney mc too!! im not sure if ingrid rosworth is canonically also a graduate of stellis uni, but if she is, im sure the law dept can drop some spicy rumors about ingrid and artem's Bitter Rivalry or something

aaaand the fine arts department has The marius von hagen as a grad student, and that in itself is already a big draw and a bunch of publicity.

but what about the STEM nation?

luke pearce is the only person on the team that is in no way affiliated with stellis university. he got his master's degree at national central university, which (and i know i mentioned this before but i want to mention it again) is noted in the Big Data Lab to be a canonical rival school of stellis university

National Central University has been competing with Stellis University for the top-ranked college domestically for years, and each has its own strengths and weaknesses. [from the Big Data Lab entry on NCU]

which is already so hilarious to think about. can you imagine national central university and stellis university's sports teams go against each other for a big game and suddenly the nxx investigation team is divided due to school loyalties? luke's gonna be the lone ranger rooting for national central and everybodys gonna affectionately call him a traitor

but i digress.

while luke is the most lowkey of the team in terms of publicity/popularity he gets from the media, surely, surely this canonical genius' bioengineering contributions during his studies garnered attention from the nerds at stellis uni.

the master's thesis written by Pearce, L. is something many students and faculty have been fangirling/fanboying over the moment they read it, and it becomes known that Pearce, L. is currently residing in south stellis, and thus the dept keeps sending luke emails inviting him to do a guest lecture sometime

and he always just replies with a concise and friendly "No thank you! :D" because 1) hes got enough on his plate to do right now and 2) cuz of stupid school loyalties jhvJHVKSJHFS, hes not teaching on enemy territory

"MY DISCIPLINE'S citation style is better than YOURS!!!"

luke (biology/engineering) and vyn (psychology/pedagogy) use APA. mc and artem (law) use The Bluebook Style. and marius, our sole trooper in the fine arts, uses MLA.

if ever the team have to collaborate with somebody else in the team who is outside of their respective discipline's citation style to co-author some research, blood will be shed. the chaos would be immense. everybody assumed they were using the same citation (i.e. whatever citation each of them were respectively used to) and then when they realize the formatting discrepancies, the ACADEMIC RIFTS IN MANUALS OF STYLE, everybody gets extremely defensive and comically overdramatic over their preferred format of choice

vyn, luke, and marius: //squinting at the bluebook format

vyn: this is...

marius: youre gonna be way too passive aggressive with your thoughts, what we need is blunt aggressive. this format sucks balls

artem: it does not suck balls

vyn: no, he's right, it does

marius, muttering to himself: oh that was a weird feeling, vyn saying im right

artem, louder: it doesnt!!

luke, looking at mc with the biggest saddest puppy eyes: w-when did you change so much...i...i thought i knew you, i trusted you 🥺🥺🥺

mc: STOP MAKING THAT FACE AT ME, I HAD TO ADAPT IN LAW SCHOOL. WHY ARENT WE BULLYING MARIUS??

marius: uh, cuz marius is right and holy and all of you are wrong?

vyn, immediately switching sides cuz he loves the drama: MLA is ridiculous. why on earth is the only number present in the in text citation the page number?

marius: cuz it's simpler and doesnt take for-fuckin-ever to read past?????

luke, grumbling: least MLA could do is have the year in the in text citation...

marius: thats what the works cited portion is for, bitch!

artem: so you want us to flip all the way to the works cited portion to see the year? that seems like it would take much longer to do, like it would take forever---

and this argument would go on for far too long.

moving on

one day vyn is sick and has to postpone a class and...

if vyn comes down with the ails, he'll of course have to update his students about how he wont be coming in on that day.

now, he wanted to start off his email saying. "I am afraid I will have to postpone classes [...]" and whatnot, but vyn is Very Sick. he starts writing the email, passes out like a few words in, and when he wakes up he sees the email he had accidentally sent to all his students:

Good day, I am afraid

(based on this hilarious tumblr post)

#tears of themis #luke pearce #marius von hagen #vyn richter #artem wing

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thelamentknight · 1 year

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“…My dream…? …Oh, I…can’t tell you…”

Carmen Larimar is my MC for Twisted Wonderland and Twisted Cinderella. The last thing she remembers is seeing a covered man put her inside a carriage before she ended up in Twisted Wonderland. She says she comes from Meissen, Germany.

Carmen is known for being a very timid and quiet girl. She rarely ever speaks, and when she does, it’s always with a stutter. She also tends to keep to herself, never bothering to talk about her interests or feelings, since she’s always been told no one cares for her. Despite her loner aura, she is very kind and caring, and always puts over herself. This becomes a major problem however, as many students have used this to their advantage.

Unique Magic: Her UM is “Shatter Glass,” which numbs all effects of magic. For example, if Riddle were to attempt to collar her, her UM makes it so the collar shatters into little glass pieces immediately. There’s one weakness to this: Whenever it is 12:00, her UM is useless and Carmen is no longer unaffected by magic.

(Warning! Mentions of R*pe and Ab*se. Skip backstory for those uncomfortable.

Backstory: Her Father, Emery Larimar, is a wealthy man from Wonderland who was captured by STYX. Her Mother, Ingrid Weiss, is a Mafia Boss from Germany. When attempting to escape STYX, Emery went to hiding on earth. One day, Ingrid dr*ghee his drink, dragged his body through an alley, and r*ped him. Afterwards, Ingrid asked for his last name, to which Emery, in a dr*gged state, responded with his last name. He was thanked with a kick to the gut. Shortly, Emery went back to Wonderland, only to be immediately captured by STYX.

Ingrid gave birth to twins, a girl named Carmen and a boy named Roman. A couple of years later, she had two girls that were Carmen and Roman’s half sisters: Diana and Annabelle.

Diana and Annabelle were spoiled rotten. Given nice dresses, given all the things the wanted, getting the best treatment. Carmen and Roman, however, were put to work as slaves at a young age. Despite Carmen’s attempt to stop it, Ingrid k!lled Roman when the twins were five due to Ingrid’s little respect of men.

Carmen was then abused and humiliated. She was put to work constantly, and was constantly harassed by her Mother and sisters. They tore down her self esteem and self worth, and wouldn’t shy away of getting physical. This went on for 16 years, until one day where Annabelle saw a rat inside her teacup. This was not a prank of Carmen’s, but her sisters and Mother assumed it was. First, they grabbed pieces of glass and carved them into her lower half of her face. This is why she wears a mask. Afterward, Ingrid disowned Carmen and threw her on the streets. Carmen spent the next three years as a poor person until she fell and saw a man taking her to a carriage before going unconscious.

Facts:

+ Her dream is to become a Fashion Designer. She wants to design clothes that are both gothic and preppy with chic flair in them. Though she rarely shares this.

+ Carmen loves reading about King Arthur, and she reads stories as a coping mechanism.

+ She has a lovely singing voice, but she only sings when she’s cleaning alone.

+ Due to her past, she has PTSD and Insomnia. After gaining some money in Monstro Lounge, she is now getting some therapy and medication

+ She hates apples because that’s all she was allowed to eat at the Chateau. If her Mother or sisters saw her eat something else, they would choke her so she would throw up.

+ Her jeweled necklace is a translation necklace. Carmen only knows German, and therefore cannot understand others without it.

+ She is Pansexual-Demisexual and her romantic interest is Vil

+ She designed her school uniform and other outfits by herself. She doesn’t bring it up unless asked

+ Carmen gets flustered very easily, and will squeak if touched

+ She has prescribed glasses, but usually wears contacts

+ Her favorite fruit is Pumpkin, and her favorite animal is frogs

#twisted wonderland #TLK’s NRC #twst #twst OC #Twisted Wonderland OC #Twst Mc #Twisted Wonderland MC #Carmen Larimar

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