anonymous asked:

are you saying wadsworth and cresswell have a ladynoir-esque dynamic?? because im not saying id love to see an au where the dynamic duo is cutting open bodies and solving murders caaaause ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

oh yes i am 

now i threw in a lil december stuff buuuut im not sure if i should make it a part of the series because it doesnt really fit. so um…whoops? ill get back to that tomorrow

also im too tired rn to post on ao3 but i probably will as soon as i come up with a title 

(before youre confused this would take place ~around~ 1888ish, which is when the book, stalking jack the ripper, is set) 

brief mentions of blood, organs, etc

Marinette tenses as a hand wraps around her wrist. She yanks her arm away and spins on her heel, glaring up at Adrien’s twinkling eyes. “Must you?!” she hisses.

Adrien laughs lightly, holding up his hands in surrender and talking a few steps back. “Forgive me for having a bit of fun.”

She sniffs at him. “You forget there’s a murderer running around the streets, Agreste.”

“Ah, Dupain-Cheng, that just means we must have a good time while we’re alive and kicking.” He puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “Of course, sneaking out after dark is the best plan right about now.”

Marinette rolls her eyes. “Thank you for your thoughts, may I go on in peace?”

“And search for the killer on your own? I thought we were partners.” The corner of his lips lift in a smirk.

“I’m not looking for the killer,” she says stiffly. “I’m just out for a walk.”

“Out for a walk.” He tilts his head. “Don’t you think it’s a bit late for a walk? Not much to look at with all this light pollution. Window shopping?”

Marinette grabs onto the excuse and holds it tight. “Yes. Looking for Christmas presents, as a matter of fact.”

Adrien nods seriously. “I imagine a new set of gloves would go delightfully with the small intestine.”

She resists the urge to smack his arm. “What about you?” she asks instead. “Why are you out at such a late hour?”

“I too am looking for a gift.” He motions for her to follow him. “A gift for a certain someone. I’m having some trouble though, I can’t think of what to get for a girl who likes innards and gore and cuts open cadavers in her spare time.”

Marinette hesitates before following, fighting back a blush. “Just because a girl enjoys science and knowledge doesn’t mean she can’t like fashion and pretty dresses.”

“I never said you couldn’t.” Adrien takes a step to the left as Marinette catches up to him, keeping a proper distance between them. “I am saying you’re an unusual case.” He casts his twinkling eyes toward her. “A fascinating one indeed.”

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My absolute favorite ships are those where the pair initially H A T E or just tolerate each other at first, but after awhile they get used to each other and start learning about each other more…

Another favorite I got are ships where one person is patient and understanding of the other. Person A’s been through truama or is just incredibly naive, and person B is initially there just to help out and be their friend. Buuuut that later turns into infatuation. (And B’s probably having a hard, hard time figuring out if A feels the same).

Aaaaand yet another favorite I nearly forgot to mention are the dynamic duo types. You know, the battle couples or the thieving criminals. The two who work so WELL with each other that if asked “Do you love A?” Their answer would be “What kind of question is that? Of course I do!” Without realizing what they just admitted to. Bonus: the two in constant denial. Or, they do know but never admitted it.

Just… yes. Give me more.

Fives is Graceful and Clumsy AF

He either stumbles like a newborn foal

or is as smooth as flowing water.

There is no in-between. Seriously, look at this nerd. Flawless execution.

Fumbling dweeb.

He can dodge blasters like a pro

but can’t stay on his feet.

Do a barrel roll!

Even when he does land on his feet, he kind of flops over and needs help standing.

His close-range coordination is abysmal (baby where are you aiming exactly?). But he doesn’t always get decked in the face.

Sometimes he’s tripped and then gets decked in the face (he really needs to stop trying to punch commando droids).

He has better aim with his feet

except when he doesn’t

DO NOT TELL ME HE TRIPPED CUZ OF THE EXPLOSION he was well on his way to face-planting even before the detonator went off. Someone protect this panicky dork.

Bonus: “Deadeye” Hardcase taking care of Business™ while Fives flails like a drunken nuna.

(more Fives stuff)

@caejosay Joseph gets overly cocky about his Hamon skills after beating the Hell Tower™ and does this. 

Suzie takes a picture and ten seconds later there’s an almighty crash, splashing noises, a very loud ‘HOLY SHIT’ and one very damp Caesar with murder in his eyes.

(based on this photo)