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[in3fin]

that diary wimpy kid 25 years later panel

[kestralsshit1278]

AwhawhaheahwhshgahagwhaawhHwHwhaawgawgwggwggwgggghhhhhhh

[derponerpo]

accidentally finding bangers >>

IT'S SUCH A BANGER. AND IT CAN KIND OF BE INTERPRETED AS BEING ABOUT THERIANTHROPY / ANIMAL DYSPHORIA???/POS (even though it's actually about a drug addiction HELKP)

[littlegoldfinchh]

STOP GAINING MUSCLE AND START LOSING WEIGHT WOMAN YOU LOOK LIKE A SHE-BEAR

[bl00dalchemist]

store-bought was fine...

don’t worry he’s ok

[cyber-phobia]

I think it's worse when my WIPs are only a few sentences from being finished actually

[godofvillains-arch]

((Like dis post if I can invade your IMs and talk to you about anything.

[eirarchitect]

Different worlds only buildings apart

Chapter 4 - Monochrome at midday

Storms lead to sunny skies while the world wakes up. Six people start six stories, as different as can be. Or at least, it all seems so different. In reality, the world is much smaller than they might think, and what’s the difference between a horror story and a romantic comedy but a change in perspective?

Ao3 link

Chapter summary: Janus Lyre is a famous detective. Why do you think he's been called to this case?

Warnings: Implied murder, mentioned blood

Word count: 446

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The harsh light of the midday sun was blocked out of a small office space by blinders, leaving the room dark. Files and binders were strewn across a desk in the middle of the room, pulled out of the cabinets against the walls. Pens and pictures had been dropped on the floor in front of a corkboard, covered in similar photos and long red string.

The room was occupied by one person. Janus Lyre, famed detective, was sitting in a desk chair, staring blankly at the board. He’d been doing so for the past ten minutes.

The streaks of sunlight not blocked by the blinds shone on his tired eyes. His posture was relaxed, controlled, like a snake ready to strike. There was tension there, yes, but it was all in the lines of his face, the furrow of his eyebrows. Features that could be smoothed out at the drop of a hat.

His fingers drummed silently against his arm chair.

Janus’ eyes traced over faces and buildings. Regular people he had come to learn so much about that it was almost as if he’d met them himself.

Unfortunate that he’d never get the chance to.

There was a quiet knock at his door. Then a creak as it opened.

“Mr Lyre, sir?”

A soft, hesitant voice at his door. A voice that was rapidly becoming familiar to him as his latest case progressed. The intern that the voice belonged to had been responsible for sending him messages for the past couple weeks.

He stayed silent. He knew what they were here for.

“I uh… they need you at another scene.” They mumbled quietly. Janus was sure that they were probably crossing their arms right now, as if that would keep them safe or keep the quiver out of their voice. “Deputy Stark said that it was really recent, he wants you there as soon as possible.”

“How do they know that it was a murder?” Janus’ calm, fluid voice was no louder than the intern’s, and yet it seemed that it rang out in the little office.

“…They don't. But they want you there anyways. Apparently it’s…bloody.”

Janus hummed. His eyes didn’t leave the cork board. Didn’t leave their faces.

“They have a suspect though, if it is.”

His fingers stilled.

A suspect? For something that may not even be a murder case? In all his time as an officer, he’d never heard of someone finding a suspect before a scene had been completely searched. They needed to learn about what happened after all.

How intriguing.

He spun around in his chair, bright, heterochromatic eyes coming to rest on the intern’s face.

“Who is it?”