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bio | headcanons i'm faking glory lick my lips, toss my hair and turn the smile on and the story's brand-new but I can take it from here i'll find my own bravado ----------------------------------------- claudia daviau. 36. puzzle enthusiast. seerer of ghosts --- semi private indie oc multi-verse & ship ----------------------------------------------------------------- written by nel inspired by tana french, sherlock holmes novels, and urban legends.

[dearlydepartea-a]

i'm back. will get to all my replies either tonight or tomorrow.  was mostly away due to all of virus stuff making me anxious. but i'm back again 💓

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse can speak more than one language.

[wnq-writers]

Darling, you try to save everyone. But when the time comes, who’s there to catch your fall?

wayfaring-words (via wnq-writers)

[lost-generation-lights]

Human beings, as I know better than most, can get used to anything. Over time, even the unthinkable gradually wears a little niche for itself in your mind and becomes just something that happened.

Tana French, In the Woods (via lost-generation-lights)

[agentsdaily]

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@dearlydepartea​

“I had been craving these for so long.”

The redhead reached for their treats. Right between their two bodies, there lay a bag of cheetos cut down the middle and opened to reveal the numerous contents inside. Expert fingers maneuvered the white chopsticks and took a piece of the red-coated chip. She then brought it to her mouth to munch on. All the while, she looked over at Claudia. 

“I’m serious. I had dreams about these.” she continued. “Full on dreams about eating an entire bag of cheetos by myself. I’m telling ya. This diet’s killing me, but I have to look good for my friend’s wedding.”

[dearlydepartea-a]

     Gloved fingers hold the chopsticks as she takes a bite, a huge smile on her face as she chews. She’s not used to having friends over and thinks it’s weird that she finally does have someone over. People usually leave her before they get to this stage in friendship, or they betray her somehow. Rowan is still in her life though, and she’s extremely grateful for that. More than grateful, even. “You know, I’ve never tried one of these until now. They’re to die for and I can totally see why you were craving them,” she replies, taking a bite and savoring the satisfying crunching of the chips. 

    “Well, having cheat days doesn’t hurt from time to time. You deserve a break from that bland diet food.” The brunette nods her head and plays with her chopstick, making them hit each other like pacman. When she’s done being ridiculous, a thought pops into her head. “By the way, you already look good - like smoking hot, my friend. I’m sure you’ll look great in whatever you plan to wear.” To show she meant what she said, she lets out a playful wolf whistle.

[balloonwhisk-deactivated2022012]

On the screen, Cassie hadn’t even flinched; she was tilting her chair back on two legs and shaking her head, amused. “Sorry, Miss Devlin, but I don’t get distracted that easily. Detective Ryan and I feel exactly the same way about your sister’s death: we want to find her killer. So why is it, again, that you suddenly don’t want to talk about it?” Rosalind laughed. “Exactly the same way? Oh, I don’t think so, Detective. He has a very special connection to this case, doesn’t he?” Even in the blurry picture I could see Cassie’s fast blink, and the savage flash of triumph on Rosalind’s face as she realized she had got past her guard this time. “Oh,” she said, sweetly. “You mean you don’t know?” She only paused for a fraction of a second, just enough to heighten the effect, but to me it seemed to last forever; because I knew, with a hideous vortexing sense of inevitability, I knew what she was going to say. I suppose this must be what stuntmen feel when a fall goes horribly wrong, or jockeys coming off at full gallop: that oddly calm splinter of time, just before your body shatters against the ground, when your mind is wiped clean of everything except the one simple certainty: This is it, then. Here it comes.

[milkhonev-deactivated20170708]

*; ★.: — please give me a plot where two fbi agents who are working on case of a series of murders throughout the us and they happen to hate each other so there’s lots of bantering and bickering but in the end they’d do anything to protect each other’s lives pls pls pls

[tiewriter]

velvetrpc:

harampolice:

bitch: *takes 1 psych class* you bite your nails because you hate your dad

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She’s a very mysterious creature, with an open smile and a closed soul.

Colette, from a letter to Madame Léopold Marchand c. December 1931 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[dearlydepartea-a]

I need to make me some beautiful icons since i downloaded kni/ves out and the night c/lerk and made a psd. sorry if the ones i'm using aren't the same size or aesthetically pleasing, work has been killing me 😂 

[poshmcuth]

then there were none.

[dearlydepartea-a]

mbrights‌:

       the case is familiar to you. you were obsessed with it growing up and think about it sometimes when you’re researching cold cases on days where you can’t sleep. missing children’s cases have always fascinated you because, when you were younger and tried to sleep after your father was sent away, you often wondered if you could have potentially been a missing child yourself. one hurt by their own parent. but you doubt that the daviaus had anything to do with their missing child. 

       something about it has never seemed right to you, of course, but you don’t admit a thing because right now isn’t the right time to express your thoughts about something bothering one of your only friends. “he was cute,” is all you can say as you analyze the photo of a little boy giving a gap-tooth smile. it feels like he’s smiling at you so your stomach sinks. sinks way way down. almost pulls you down to the ground with it. something seems off. off about your friend’s brother’s cold case. something about your friend, too. again, you don’t say anything out of fear of having to explain your own demons.

       “i’m sorry that they never found him. maybe they will someday. occasionally children -” or their bodies “- are found years after their disappearances.” you sit at the table, the seat where she points at, and you give her a sincere smile. “is that the only thing bothering you?” 

   he was cute? 

the statement makes her arch a brow. the fact that he said that sounds completely out of character. almost like an awkward attempt to keep the conversation going by being polite. she understands why he’s doing it but it puts her off just a bit and makes her sigh. hands clasped over the table, the corner of her lips twitch. 

    claudia thinks of telling malcolm her secret and she’s thinking of doing it now. it’s something she knows she’ll regret but she has to tell someone - anyone - before it eats her whole. she trusts him not to tell. but if he does, that’s fine, because the story will have to come out sooner or later. 

       “the thing is, i know where he IS,” she replies as she looks down at the table, not making eye-contact at all. “he’s in the backyard, in the wooded area. i never told anyone this because it would hurt my family more than they hurt already. i don’t  want that.” claudia shakes her head before she covers her face with her hands. 

      “also, i’m not sure if they’ll find him if they look there. and if they don’t, they’ll think it was just my disorder playing tricks on me. but i saw him -- his bones, the clothes he was wearing.” her whole body tenses and she shakes. saying all of this is a relief but it also feels awful.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

yes i’m a reasonably intelligent person. yes i’m a dumbass and a fool. multiple things can be true

[jcylenz]

ANA DE ARMAS as Marta Cabrera in Knives Out (2019)

[hllscorned-deactivated20201109]

❝ 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐧. ❞

      elaina supposes that’s true enough — there is a bit of a disconnect, however, because she’s never been on the other side before. she knows that some people ( people who turn out to be serial killers and the like ), they get off on unloading bullets in people’s chest. they feel powerful with a pistol in their hand, they feel like gods. that’s never been elaina’s m.o. , thankfully enough. ( she’s got enough mental issues without becoming a trigger - happy asshole to the list. ) all elaina can do is shrug.  ❝ i think, ultimately, you’d know more than me. ❞

     she’d heard of miss daviau, of course. how the woman had almost met her own demise just a while ago. media outlets had gone insane with the story, ran it into the ground, and elaina wouldn’t lie, she’d been intrigued by the story as well.  ❝ what’s it like, getting shot? ❞ @dearlydepartea​

[dearlydepartea-a]

    eye - contact is made while the younger woman replies to her statement. people who ask blunt questions have always excited claudia. they give her an adrenaline rush because they say anything they want without holding back. they also aren’t afraid of hurting feelings or causing trouble. nor are they afraid of repercussions. claudia knows very little about elaina, so she isn’t sure if she’s a blunt person or not. but her question makes the profiler think that maybe she is the blunt type.

     ❝ it happened so fast that i barely remember it happening. actually, i don’t really remember the event at all,” she replies, shrugging her shoulders before she runs her hand through her hair. ❝but it was painful - as though i had tiny pieces of fractured glass inside me.❞ her lips twitch just a bit after she speaks. 

      ❝ is that a good enough answer?❞  she feels the need to ask. in the past, people have asked her for more information. begged her for memories she’d rather keep quiet. usually, she’ll give them half-truths if they ask. but she never gives them everything she remembers. that’s her past and her past alone.

[canoniacal]

@dearlydepartea​

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Rosie knew she messed up. She knew that she should have talked it over with her partner first before doing something reckless.

She also knew she could have endangered her by bringing her into the plan…

It was supposed to be a simple in and out. No one would have known she was there.

How was she supposed to know it would lead to a shootout and the cops being called?

“I thought it was legal.”

Liar.

[dearlydepartea-a]

      claudia’s middle names are ‘reckless’ and ‘impulsive’. whenever she feels like it's the right thing to do, she’ll break rules or inch her way from protocol. and had she not been a damn good homicide detective, she’s sure her boss - marty - would’ve fired her by now. 

      ‘reckless’ and ‘impulse’ seem to be rosie’s middle names, too - since she’s always getting herself into trouble and bothering the police. claudia respects that about her, finds it refreshing even. but sometimes it gives her a headache. and right now, catching her friend red-handed, her head thuds and she brings herself to massage her temples. “oh, please - just by the way you’re speaking tells me that you’re lying.” 

      the detective walks closer to her friend and crosses her arms, her expression full of attitude. “now tell me, rosie-posie. why exactly were you here? and how in god’s name did this lead to a shootout?” 

[jonvosh]

@dearlydepartea​ .//CLOSED_STARTER

     “With all due respect—— I’m NOT walkin’ away. We’ve worked too hard and too long on this case for you to snatch it away now.” A wide gesture towards Claudia’s fellow agents. He adds, “You wouldn’t even KNOW about it if it wasn’t for me an’ my boys. Tell your supervisors they can call it ‘their’ case now, but it’s MY work and I wanna be part of it.”

[dearlydepartea-a]

    The corner of lips twitch slightly - a nervous tick of hers that she’s yet to get rid of. The urge to defend this man is strong and it’s hard for her not to say anything. Claudia knows what it’s like to work hard on a case only to have it snatched from your hands. She knows the feeling of anger that comes with it  It’s something that’s happened time and time again when she was below rank. So, this feels personal, in a way.

      “You’re right, you SHOULD be part of it,” she says matter-of-factly, her fellow agents giving her looks of confusion and disappointment. “You know this town more than any of us do and you have a boatload of information. Not having you on the case would be reckless on our part.” Her colleagues look as though what she’s saying is true, and less like she’s a nut. One of them even picks up their phone to call one of their supervisors. During that time Claudia turns to the passionate detective and gives him a look that she says she has his back.