GIRL - SLEUTH, DEAD ( ! )

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[nancyedrew]

𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝙰 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙴,    (    she seeks out danger.    )      /      private and selective   [  plot - centric  ]   writing blog for     ℕ𝔸ℕℂ𝕐 𝔻ℝ𝔼𝕎    ––––     not compliant with the cw television show(s)   +   entirely headcanon / literature / (some) video game based.       #𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶𝔢𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔴.    //    very low activity.

i.      𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳        ii.     𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃

[nancyedrew]

hi eveyone i cant write on tumblr anymore rn my laptop is too old but i am thinking about crime family nancy drew au... nancy joining a crime family and using her detective skills to do crimes like near perfect crimes shes so good at crime

[nancyedrew]

:)

[nancyedrew]

@synbiota... ❝   IS THIS WHAT'S BECOME OF OUR WORKING RELATIONSHIP ? ❞ she adopts a dry tone of voice, syllables slick with sarcasm. the door had been seemingly untouched when she had turned its lock. she'd smelled something wrong the minute the lock had clicked, but not danger. casually had she entered in from the hallway, heels clicking with each step. she places her bag down on the kitchen island, turns on the hallway's overhead light, floods the living area with an orange - white glow. ❝   my ringer's always on, y'know ( ... ) well, for you, i'd pick up. are you staying over for dinner, or did you just want to take up my couch for a spell ? ❞

A BEAT. she turns to her bag, picks out a red colored folder, faces her pseudo - intruder. ❝   IF YOU SPLIT –– GOOD. i've got work to do... unless you've got some work for me. ❞

[nancyedrew]

like this for something silly n small ;)

[lizzyisameme]

Alice Isn’t Dead is a new serial fiction podcast from the team behind Welcome to Night Vale.

A truck driver searches across America for the wife she had long assumed was dead. In the course of her search, she will encounter not-quite-human serial murderers, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy that goes way beyond one missing woman.

This sentence meme could not have been complied without the use of @alicescripts.  

THIS SENTENCE MEME IS NOT SPOILER FREE.  And, as always, feel free to edit to better suit your needs.  

part one, chapter four:  the factory by the sea

“I’ll try to forget what I saw there, but…I won’t be able to, will I, ____? I’ll never forget what happened.”

“The sea is crystalline. It’s seductive. But the land feels angry and lost. There is no harmony here. The tranquility of the lapping waves sputters out and the land slumps into place. It’s buggy as hell, too.”

“Goddammit! Ugh.”

[heavy sigh] “Whatever.”

“Weird, right?”

“Is this the world you left me, leaderless and spinning?”

“Sorry, off topic.”

“The farther south you go on this coast, the worse the drivers get. They’re old, and they’re mad down here. Why are they so mad? Why are they in my lane? WHY ARE YOU IN MY—”

“Shit. Sorry, ___. I know you hated it when I yelled. Hate it. You hate it when I yell.”

“I couldn’t tell much from the shape of them.”

“Cool, cool. This is perfect. Hey, help me with this, would you?”

“Come on in, I have to sign off on the delivery inside.” 

“Hmm…tempting, but I am not going to stop.”

“Ooh, the popcorn store! Even more tempting! An entire store of popcorn! Mm-mm. Not gonna stop for that either.”

“I shouldn’t judge. No one should. We all do lots of things we shouldn’t, though.”

“You know that green that isn’t right, that is off from what it should be? It was that green.” 

“Oh, sure, sorry. Just have to get the paperwork settled.”

“I didn’t know what to do, I pinched and pinched, but every time it hurt.”

“I’ve been thinking lately of our pizza nights. Dough from scratch, sauce from scratch, cheese from…well, from the store. Not goin’ that far.”

“I loved the making of bread, the dough for the crust. Flour and water in your hands, first separate and then merging into a silky whole. The yeast and gluten making it a living thing. It moves when you poke it. It breathes into your hands.”

“Our hands covered in flour, we open a bottle of wine, and we eat the pizza we made, and…we just watch whatever’s on TV and fall asleep in a wine and bread coma.”

“I think love is cooking together. I think it’s making something with each other, that’s what I think, ____.”

“I don’t know what you think. Turns out that I didn’t know what you were thinking at all.”

“Metal hands building metal things, and no human beings in sight.”

“Machine after machine, Alice. Imagine the scale of them! Picture it for me.”

“I didn’t say anything more.”

“Only one more stop now. Come on, then.”

“Crossing inland now. Grassland and canals. There are supposed to be alligators here, right? That’s the whole thing with this area, gators, or whatever?” 

“I haven’t seen any alligators, but I saw a cow drinking from a stream, looking like the first part of a scene from National Geographic. The second part didn’t happen. No gator leaping from the water with its jaws open. Cow just drank.”

“What is a cow doing in a swamp? Are there wild cows? There are, right?”

“I stood there watching as it went out further, and further, and then was gone.”

“There was no one in sight. It smelled like the sea, and it smelled like smoke and steel and it smelled like algae and murk.”

“And that’s where I am now. Driving, as I always am when we talk.”

“We?” [Chuckles] “Of course “we” don’t talk. I do. You vanish. You aren’t. You are a – a gap, a nothing. And I talk into that nothing. I let my words float away. I let my words vanish, and I just keep driving.”

“Flour on our hands, sauce on our hands, our hands on our hands, something forgettable on the television, leg upon leg. That was a life! ____, that’s what it’s made of! Hand upon hand upon leg upon heart upon couch upon a day where we made bread together.”

“Fuck it, right? There’s a Denny’s in two miles anyway. There’s that. ____, honey, there’s always that.”

[nancyedrew]

moved to williamsburg. kissed my crush. missing nancy drew.

[nancyedrew]

nancy visiting her dad before the news breaks that she's alive, going to river heights in the dead of night and knocking thrice on the door in the special way that only she would; her dad opening the door and almost falling flat on his back when he sees her, pulling her into a hug after a split-second of confusion and worry and terror; nancy making her rounds in the town, seeing george and bess & even catching ned in passing.

[yeehawnce]

LAURA HARRIER AS VIVIAN MONTGOMERY ON DR. ODYSSEY (2024)

[notprincehamlet]

postcards from the drewniverse: titusville (clk)

[nancyedrew]

@triple1st ... she's always been one to talk to strangers, the sting of conversation prickling her throat, her tongue, with infectious curiosity. the thing that pulls her in this time, that makes it impossible to not begin a small So... that rises up like a fresh bee's sting, is the way the woman sits. it's not out of the ordinary, sitting on a wet bench in the rain, but the woman's posture echoes something familiar and distant at once. the detective spots her from across the street, umbrella held tight in one hand and a parcel in the other. she doesn't even wait until the light fully turns from STOP! to the white walking - man -- as soon as the stoplight goes red, she runs across, comes to a stop in front of the woman. curiosity is akin to an adrenaline rush. or, it gives an adrenaline rush. ❝   YOU'VE GOTTA BE CHILLY AND DAMP, SITTING ON THERE IN ALL THIS. ❞

[nancyedrew]

like this for something please please please

[nancyedrew]

postcards from nancy...

[crimenight]

his breath catches in his throat every time nancy speaks. she's methodical about her words, hesitant even, like a bumblebee drunk on her own honey. an ill feeling sprouts in his stomach and grows into his chest, shackling his heart from laying itself on his arm. bruce couldn't quite name this emotion, though he suspects it's the precursor to either betrayal or resentment. he doesn't want either of them. to be betrayed means nancy is someone he (holds) held close. to resent means there is something worth his cold anger. what is there to be mad about if nancy is not a friend?

a quiet, scrimpy finger pokes at memories of them both in response. the quips, the laughs, the near-death situations━they all play at once in his mind's eye. is this what he is to dismiss? is this what she dismissed?

when he turns around, bruce catches the end of her smile, already receding into a more neutral expression only a detective could master. “ of course. ” his own lip and brow steadied themselves into a uncannily straight line. although his gaze is locked with nancy's, his eyes still seem as if they were focusing on a point past her and straight into hell.

“ you might want to wait out the rain. alfred will be here shortly with tea. i can show you to the study. otherwise━ ” bruce turns away again, this time to the stairwell beside them. his arms cross and he shifts his weight from heel to toe and back to heel. “ you can leave. again. ”

[nancyedrew]

IN ANOTHER SUCKED BREATH, SHE REPEATS HERSELF DULLY ( I dunno... ). she can't yet look up from the floor, counting the groves in the wood as if expecting him to bring them up. worry weaves itself into her skin as an itch, threatens to tear her apart in the sweetest, most brutal way possible. she didn't realize how much seeing an old face would hurt. how the looming threat of rejection feels like a preliminary stabbing. the metaphorical sword dangles around her torso, the blade beginning its assault. ❝   i've missed this place, y'know. ❞ as if trying to create peace and find a common ground. ❝   when i was on the road, passing through Jersey ( ... ) ❞ the woman follows him further inside, finally lifting her gaze to find the backside of his head. ❝   ... -- i kept thinking how easy it'd be to just come here. ❞ as if that changes the here and now.

❝   I'M NOT LEAVING AGAIN. ❞ this time, she speaks matter-of-factly, arms crossing and her weight shifted to one hip -- a mirror image of his stance. defensive, until she realizes, uncrosses her arms and readjusts. selfishly, there's too much danger in this world to leave again. selfishly, she misses the thrill. selfishly, her staying is on her own terms and desires. ❝   don't have a reason to. don't have a want to. i came back 'cause i missed it all too much. ❞

she lingers behind him, pulls her bottom lip into her mouth. ❝   i'd love to see the study. if you're willing to let me stay for a spell, i don't know how long it'll be storming. can we catch up ? am i allowed to ask that ? ❞ an attempt at a joke, punctuated by a slight laugh, breathy and disappearing. ❝   sorry. Sorry. bad time. ❞

[nancyedrew]

posting this in the dead of night but . i remade seraphina.

[nancyedrew]

i think its wild that nancy's been drugged, kidnapped, poisoned, almost bombed and almost boiled alive n she still is doing detective work

[nancyedrew]

i think its kinda funny how easy it is for nancy to bulldoze over local law enforcement in the books, like they see her and immediately give up bc yeah shes gna solve evrything so fast