dressing the same

while y’all are contemplating your sexuality, this bunny is just gonna sit over here with a Carrotini in nothing but a mini skirt and pink strappy heels… ‘cause it’s a friday, and how good do his legs look in these shoes.

GMS Fanfiction - Jack/MC (Not Shown) - Fear

So, I thought I’d warn you all now. This is definitely not fluff. It’s dark and doesn’t even show the pairing (due to a reason I’ll explain in my author’s note at the end). I just wanted to share an idea that I happened to have.

Just letting you guys know. I didn’t want anyone going into this expecting romance. Sorry!

The weather was cold and unforgiving that night. Devoid of clouds, the vast blackness of the sky invited ruthless, frigid winds into the sleeping city, tearing at Guinevere Stark’s hair and clothing as she made her way home.

She tugged her overcoat closer, indulging a moment of regret as her breath misted in the darkness. She should have trusted her instincts and dressed warmer.

All the same. Her apartment was very close now. Just a few turns and she’d be back in a heated space, free to bundle up in blankets or take a hot bath.

The bath sounded especially wonderful. She was stiff from standing and sitting in the same positions for most of the day. It would be nice to unwind.

A strange sound reached her ears, strangled and weak. An injured animal? Or a person in trouble?

Guinevere swallowed, suddenly gripped by a horrible sense of foreboding. The shadows that had once been ordinary seemed to become hostile, jagged and clawlike in the odd sickly glow of the autumn moon.

By chance, her eyes landed on the entrance of an alley and stopped. It gaped at her, wide and unsettling like the hungry maw of a beast. Her hands shook minutely, and she balled them into fists. This was silly. She had no reason to be acting like this.

Still. She wished now that she hadn’t decided to take such a deserted street.

Guinevere breathed out slowly in an attempt to calm herself. Regardless of her own childish fear, she had to be sure. Someone could be hurt and unable to contact an ambulance. What kind of person would she be if she could have helped a person in need and didn’t take the chance?

Shaking her head to rid herself of her trepidation, she took one step into the alley, then two.

For a moment, she couldn’t see, squinting fruitlessly into the misshapen black masses that met her. Could one shape be stooped over another, or was it a trick of the night?

The reek of biting copper hit her senses all at once, overwhelming and sharp. Guinevere recoiled out of sheer instinct, a hand flying up to cover her mouth and nose.

“Hello?” she called, thoughtlessly.

There was a shuffle of movement, but it was too dark to truly see. Guinevere reached into her pocket for her phone, trusting that its flashlight would be handy, and stopped short.

Someone was watching her. Though she couldn’t prove it, she knew this to be true.

Guinevere backpedalled as muffled footsteps approached swiftly. Her heart fluttered like a frightened bird, the rushing of blood the only definite noise in her ears.

Her muscles tensed in preparation for flight, a raw, visceral terror screaming for her to run-

“Ma’am? Is everything alright?”

A glint of red flashed in the alley, and the shape she had just begun to make out vanished with a rush of noise.

Guinevere remained stationary, breathing harsh, until hands landed on her from behind.

She jumped like a jackrabbit, a noise of distress escaping her throat.

“Calm down! It’s alright. I’m a cop.”

As the man stepped out from behind her, his badge reflected the silver of the moon.

“George Lestrade,” he introduced, expression tight with concern. “Are you alright, ma’am?”

Guinevere shook her head, light from adrenaline. Her hands still trembled. “I heard noises in the alley. I came to check.”

“Did you see anything?” Lestrade asked, peering around her.

“No.” She shook her head again. “It’s too dark. I didn’t get the chance to turn on my flashlight. But there was someone in there. I know it.”

The officer wordlessly tugged his flashlight from his belt, flipping it on and shining it into the alley.

Guinevere gasped, clapping her hands to her mouth.

A young woman lay motionless on the ground, her head tilted back and her expression almost peaceful.

Her throat had been slashed open.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, immediate revulsion twisting her gut. She distantly registered her own knees meeting the concrete, and the dull throbbing that followed, as she watched Lestrade shout into his radio.

The rest was a blur.

Almost an hour later, she was sitting in the police station as an officer prodded her for information. Still in shock, she merely sat and regarded him uncomprehendingly, lost in the tangle of her roiling thoughts. Her stomach turned at the image of the woman, draped still and painted with crimson like some macabre work of art, inescapable and enough to make her draw into herself in fear even now.

The next thing she knew, the man from earlier - Lestrade, she remembered - was standing over her, his irritation clearly visible at the interrogation she was receiving.

He convinced the other officer to leave her be, and then escorted her home, expressing his concern multiple times over her emotional state.

Guinevere managed to persuade him that she would manage on her own, and sent him away. She had faded into a deadened sort of numbness now, falling back into her couch and hugging her scraped knees to her chest as if the faux embrace could help her.

She had just witnessed the aftermath of a murder. She could have been murdered herself, easily, if that had been the killer himself in the alleyway before Lestrade had stumbled upon her.

The cops at the station had told her that they thought it was the work of Jack the Ripper.

Guinevere set her jaw, fierce determination welling in her like a fire. She would bring this murderer to justice, for the sake of that woman and all the other women he had killed.

It was time to pay a visit to Sherlock Holmes.


A/N - I was thinking about Jack’s unreleased route, and how it could potentially go, and I remembered that Jack has a copycat killer in Sherlock’s season 2. If they wanted to bring him back, they could pull the route in an angsty direction and try to convince us readers as well as the MC that Jack himself is the killer when in fact it’s his copycat.

This particular story would take place before she met Sherlock in the introduction, as stumbling upon a murder would give her the case she intends to bring to him later (the capture of Jack the Ripper).

Also, by putting in scenes with George being able to actually be heroic like the police officer he is (regardless of what Sherlock may say), they could advertise for his route, especially if MC got attached to him after the murder. Should that be the next one after Jack’s, of course.


eurazia  asked:

Ok but what if Alessand manages to bring Nina at the ball disguising her as one of his relatives, and Nina thinks that's a great chance to wear her mustaches again because "hell yeah, this will work, no one will unmask me" and Alessand is just there with the =__= face like "...Nina... no." (lol I'm sorry I should be sleeping, I need to sleep)

YOU NEED TO SLEEP DARLING! LMAO but, yeah, sounds funny. :P 

I do not know about you all but I really want to see Nina with a beautiful dress and the same for Chris, being all loving and dancing. I would be good to see the rest of characters but we do not know if that is gonna happen until now. *sighs*


Part Three, I guess?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Part One ✮Part Two ✮

It turns out I played myself, I checked the amount of pages these needed and it went over 10 and if I were to stop it at that point it would literally cut off a page or two so I’m splitting the finale in half which I guess is good since it leaves part three at a very interesting cliffhanger. What will Adrien say in our part four finale?? All i have to say is;

Sasako…wearing glasses…


I would have probably been too shy to draw and share this if a kind and cute soul never suggested it to me x//D

Good job, Anon, for making me draw this whole thing with my face red :D

I drew them as adults… though if you wanted them looking like teens well, send another ask :D 

I hope this sketch helps science greatly :’D

Oh, my…

I really am a lazy ass. I can’t believe I started this like on Friday. I am ashamed of myself. Now, maybe the fact that I only worked on this while watching Allesia’s stream may have something to do with my slowness. 

I got the idea for this on the stream. We know that in Alessia’s “behind the scenes” AU, Sans and Alphys are not married, tho they still have a cute little baby. Anyway, I thought that Alphys would look really good in a wedding dress, so I drew her. This is TimeTale’s Alphys by @allesiathehedge but really it could be any Alphys you want.

Dunno if this really looks like a Wedding Dress, I mean, I got the idea for the dress from Leannkan and Drawingwithgreen (i really hope that this is how it was spelled). I don’t know if they have a tumblr so I can’t tag them.. I didn’t want to do the traditional white dress, but maybe i should have.

Y’know, I have the impression that this dress could be worn even if you aren’t a bride. Really, If it was black in place of white I would wear this.

Edit: I knew it. This really is @leannkan ‘s blog.