light cop

Witch au in the fahc universe

Edit because I should have put this stuff in the post and not the tag:   storm/weather witch Michael who creates lightning to strike people down or a tornado to wreck the streets behind them to help lose the cops

Animal witch Ryan who lets loose animals in the zoo and convinces them to tear apart someone once he’s done with them, it’s an easy way to dispose bodies

Jack who uses her magic to heal them just enough until they can get to Caleb. She’s a white witch and her magic is suppose to be used for good and it is. It helps Geoff when he’s stressed over a heist and Ryan when he can’t sleep. It help Michael control his magic when he’s pissed and keeps Gavin from fainting when he has to use his magic. It helps Jeremy keep from getting too anxious about a job especially in the beginning and herself when things get to much and she needs to keep herself sane and calm. It helps them all from going mad when someone gets captured. 

time/fire witch Geoff who turns back time when something goes horribly horribly wrong and one of them dies and lights shit up when need be

Necromancy  Jeremy who gets ghost to help distract people and bring people just long enough when he’s not finished with them. Jeremy can only bring somebody back for so long before it drains him and they aren’t fully back to themselves they’re, well, a zombie which is why Geoff has to turn back time instead of Jeremy just bringing them back. 

Blood witch Gavin who hates his magic and only uses it when he has to

Garden witch Mica who makes vines grow from the ground to tie people up

Space witch Trevor who creates black holes and stars just hot enough to burn a person when Geoff isn’t around to do it

Eclectic Witch Lindsay who is basically the crew Jack of all trades 

Creation witch Matt who makes new weapons and vehicles for the crew

and divination witch steffie who they all go to before a job to see how it goes

Another edit because something was pointed out by @whatdoyewant :  ryan using mangy cats and dogs, wild forgotten things that prowl the alleys and scrap for scraps. who are starved and half crazed and more wild than any zoo animal. zoos are precious conservation programs with rare species that are well taken care of, and he wouldn’t touch them. He’d summon the cats left behind, the dogs who ran from fighting rings and abuse, the rats that fill every crack of every dilapidated apartment and every sewer.

Thank you very very much!

ok I just watched the Death Note netflix trailer and I ???? what is going on here? why do we have Light running from the cops and hanging off of a ferris wheel??

netflix does know that a solid 90% of Death Note is just a team of law enforcement sitting in a hotel room speaking in extended, often absurd, logical assumptions, right?





Nekhbet visits Percy from time to time, just to watch him freak out when everyone around him becomes walking flashlights.

This happened in the Olympus Council Room while all the gods were there and Percy just starts screaming “MY EYES, MY EYES!” And NO ONE KNOWS WHY UNTIL PERCY FINALLY CALMS DOWN.

anonymous asked:

i worked at my regular job on christmas eve. i was helping a customer in photo when i noticed like 800 emergency personal and cops lights flashing outside across the street, at the 'ominos 'izza. some ambulance guy came in to buy cat food, and told me a delivery driver had gotten robbed and shot trying to deliver pizza. the very night before christmas. how scummy do you have to be to rob a pizza guy the night before christmas??? :^( i hope dude was okay

the nights are long, my dear [but you & i, we make it through]

as usual, @lovelyair is enabling me. short bit because why was lucifer over so early at chloe’s/having breakfast before trixie went to school.

“Do you want me to leave, Detective?”

It’s asked in a quiet voice after the guilty warden has been taken off in a sea of flashing lights and cop cars, after she’s devised the exquisitely fitting punishment for his crime like the dark queen of hell, as she’s standing there and staring out into the night with a look on her face like the nineteen-year-old girl whose father never got to see her be a star. Lucifer steps up carefully, off to one side, glancing sidelong at her, waiting. He doesn’t doubt she wants him to leave, now that the job is done. He told her to get some wine and put her feet up and go to bed, and since this is finally done…

Chloe looks up only belatedly, barely hearing him. “What?”

“Do you want me to go? It’s…” He shrugs self-consciously. “It’s late, and Maze might still be peeved at me, so… fish and houseguests, they both rather smell after a certain…”

“I….” Chloe sniffs deeply, rubbing her knuckles over the back of her eyes. “Actually. If you don’t mind, the couch isn’t that bad. I mean.” She stops. “I mean, you probably have to get back to Lux or – “

“I don’t have to get back to Lux.” It’s spoken too quickly, spilling over her words, as both of them stop and stare at each other. He swallows and ducks his head. “But my feet will be dangling off, you know. It’s much too short. I’ll get a backache.”

She sniffles, managing a grin. “If it’s that serious – “

“I’ll… well. I’ll suffer it.” He pauses. Knows Maze is there to keep an eye on her, but that’s not quite the same thing. “Just to make sure you’re all right tonight. Not that I – “

“Okay.” Chloe looks up at him with an expression he feels to the very depths of his sore, black, broken heart, like shattered glass, like sunrise, like breathing. “Okay, Lucifer. Stay.”

He stays.


He doesn’t sleep much, hands folded on his chest, staring at the ceiling, listening to the night pass. The couch is indeed not the worst piece of furniture he’s ever bedded down on, though he doesn’t want to be hobbling like a grandmother tomorrow. Chloe and Maze and Trixie are all asleep, their strange little confederation seeming to work much better than he ever expected it – or anyone did, really. This is their home, and he is just a visitor, a slightly odd one at that. Guardian devil. If only he could actually do any bloody guarding. Needs to protect them from himself, and doesn’t know how.

Trixie is the first one to come running downstairs, early, as Lucifer groans and sits upright and evades the offspring’s attempts to make conversation. Maze is still asleep (she is not a morning demon) but Chloe appears not long later, in those baggy yet oddly fetching flannel pajamas of hers. She glances over at them, pale but composed, and (like the first green shoot of spring after a cold and endless winter) smiles at him. Really smiles.

“Come on, you two,” she says, and shoos the Devil and her daughter into the kitchen. “I’ll cook us breakfast.”

Don't freaking bark at me

So at my job, whenever there is more than one of us on the clock, we have to take turns sign spinning for fifteen minutes every hour on the side walk. Well today I was doing just that. As a cop car passes by the K-9 in the back seat started barking like crazy. (I should mention we are next to a red light so it’s normal for people to be stopped in front of our sidewalk for the light) well it scared me so I jumped a little. There was a car a few cars behind the cop. It had a couple douchebags in it and they had seen what happened with the dog. Well when the light turns green the cop leaves but the light was really short so it was red right as these jerks were in front of me. They proceeded to lean out of their car windows and bark at me….and when I ignored them they started calling me a bi**h. My sign was offering something free as part of my stores promotion and they saw that and started yelling “what else can we get for free?” like….. Why, please stop its already cold out why are you trying to make me more miserable.

Tl;DR douchebags yelling creepy things while I’m trying to spin our advertisement sign on the sidewalk.

I was just thinking about the whole Deathnote whitewashing. You know Light Yagami being Light Turner an all. What if they used this change as social commentary? 

And a critique on hegemonic masculinity and perceived justice? Light is a white man, punishing criminals, without ever understanding why they commit their crimes, or trying to help them out of poverty. Light, as a cop, dealing out hard justice, to like lets face it, they’ll probably portray the criminals as POC. 

And we also know that L is portrayed by a black actor. And L is actually the hero in this story, and Light the villain. And Light ultimately does get what is coming to him.

You know if they played their cards right, and actually used it to critique the system, rather than oh lets just whitewash the character to bring in white audiences. 


Cop Light Bling

I’m starting to think Canadians aren’t even real…

And I’m Canadian.

"Connect the Dots"

I was driving home from Melissa’s when the cop lights flashed behind me. I pulled to the side of the road and let out a sad, muffled groan. Hi fast had I been going? I grimaced and began to try to find my paperwork in my cluttered glove compartment.

I saw the door open in the rearview mirror and the cop get out. He walked to my window with a slow, precise step. His legs seemed very long in silhouette, I thought, like a daddy longlegs. So weird they aren’t spiders. They look just like one. I rolled my window down and he pointed his too bright flashlight into the car and then my eyes. I blinked.

“License. Registration,” he said. In his deep voice the words sounded strange and slow, like an obscure ritual. I handed him the papers. He kept the flashlight on me as he held the forms with his left hand. I tried to look like I hadn’t done anything to be pulled over. In fact, I didn’t know why I had been pulled over.

He stood in the ink deep darkness next to me, staring at my license. A traffic light blinked yellow in an intersection near us, but it was way past midnight, almost three am. No cars drove by the two of us. It was just me and the cop and the dark.

There was a lot of dark.

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25 MPH

Anonymous said: prompt: Antonio is very drunk (with his two friends) and Lovino is a cop.

Pftt. Poor Lovino.

On AO3. On FFn.

Antonio squinted out his window. The light seemed a little bright, a little unneeded. Then again, this whole situation seemed unneeded. Gilbert was seething next to him, and was muttering under his breath, pulling up the Constitution on his phone.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

Antonio honestly and truly did not. “Uh.”

“It’s probably because of your ass,” Gilbert muttered. He realized what he said, grinned wickedly, leaned over Antonio to look at the cop. “It’s probably because of the driver’s fine, Spanish ass.”

“Please control your hoodlum.”

Antonio must have misheard. Gilbert, though, had perfect hearing.

“What did you just call me?”

The cop’s light didn’t waver. “I called you a hoodlum.”

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