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how did HD feel abt PS being trans female?

Day 2: She accepted her, obviously!

PS. please just say trans women next time. Saying trans female is iffy to me,,,,

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A short PSHD drabble

TW/CW: Panic attacks and ableist language. (Also for context, Sleuth is autistic here. This is mostly just me projecting blehhhh)

Your name is Problem Sleuth, and you're on a date with your girlfriend, Hysterical Dame! The date is at a fancy party and- Oh GPI you underestimated how many people were gonna be here....you're not too good at crowds, never have been. But you can't let anyone know that!! You're meant to be a hard boiled detective after all!! And besides, you don't want to make HD upset...god, you love her so much. You got together sometime after the whole Kingpin Incident, and you couldn't have been happier! She's so cool, kind, and just...the best!! She also helped you figure out a few things about yourself...finally, you felt comfortable in your own body, and it was all thanks to her. "Sleuthy?" You hear her say. You snap back into reality, you must've been spacing out. "Ah- sorry, dear-" you say. She giggles. "It's fine!" Anddd now you can hear how loud people are talking again. Why are they even being so loud??? It's a fancy event for GPI's sake! Oh. oh no. You're starting to get overwhelmed from all the loud noises. You pull your hat to your face, you have to calm down! You don't wanna ruin this nice date for your girlfriend..."Sleuthy? Are you okay?" You hear her ask. "N-No need to worry! Everything's under control!" "Hey, isn't that the detective?" You hear someone say. you must've spoken a bit too loud. People are looking at you. you start to panic even more. They're whispering. They're whispering about you. You need to calm down. You need to calm down. Why aren't you calming down. WHY AREN'T YOU CALMING DOWN. "Jeez, why is she freaking out so much?" "I feel bad for her date for having to deal with her nonsense..." "I thought her girlfriend was supposed to be the hysterical one, I guess not." no. nononononononononoNONONONONONONONO- why are you crying. You're not supposed to cry. Hard boiled detectives never cry. you want to scream. You want to cry. But you can't. You can't. YOU CAN'T- Suddenly, you feel a hand on your palm, it's Hysterical Dame's. You expect her to look upset but instead she looks...sympathetic? "Let's go home..." she says. Before you can speak, she takes you outside. You're still paniking. You're still crying. GPI, this is so embarrassing. "Hey, hey, slow down....breathe....breathe..." HD says, holding you close to her chest. You slowly calm down, your breathing slows, and your tears fall at a slower rate. You look up at her, your eyes now red from all the crying. "I'm- I'm so sorry, dear- I- probably ruined every-" She put her hand on your lip. "Listen, I wouldn't have enjoyed it if you didn't enjoy it." Her voice is soft, almost like a warm blanket. "Come on, let's head back home, we can put on a nice movie instead..." You dry your own tears and nod. "Thanks, dear..." You say. "Anytime, Sleuthy..." She replies, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

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Something To Work With (1/2)

Problem Sleuth walked into the club. It really was the same as ever, the lights were dim and violet and red, whoever was running music was running swing instead of smooth jazz, meaning it'd been an exceptionally busy night. He tried not to think about how familiar he'd become with this place. He came on a Thursday because it wasn't slow enough to draw attention but not quite busy enough to merit any kind of live performance. The Midnight Crew played on Wednesdays and Slick would stop the set at the first sign of trouble, maybe because he was just eager to whip out a knife. Sleuth didn't really know, the guy stopped interrupting sets for him ages ago. 

Slick was sat over in that corner, facing the door, looking as miserable as ever. He was preoccupied with something in his hands from the look of it. Good. Sleuth had rehearsed this in his head he entire walk over. He'd make his demands crystal clear. It'd be easy, for real this time. It'd be easy work. I'll do your little job, he was gonna say, just as soon as you get me the tools I need. Alls I'm gonna need is a bomb. You get me some dynamite, no, C4 and we're golden, buddy boy. I'll have it done by tomorrow at midnight and you'll have my payment by noon.

Yeah. That'd do.

He leaned up against the bar, sliding over a handful of cash. Bourbon, on the rocks. Beautiful. He took a drink and turned to wander his happy ass over to Spades Slick's booth with a grin. He paid no mind to the paper in front of the mobster, nor was he interested in what his hands were writing. He had business to conduct and no matter how this ended up going, he was one-hundred percent sure that he was about to walk away with a win. "Spades Slick."

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HD + PS dancing together mayhaps ??? 👀

Day 4: The girls dancing and singing in the club!!

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damesleuth fanchild baby…..

Day 3: Bad fankid design

This lassy came from a conversation I had with @azacat-alias-lost where we talked about fankid ideas!! (Also if you wanna give her a better design PLEASE do)

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Worlds first Daily Problem Sleuth Ship Blog (I think?)

Keeping this short. I'm Callie!(She/her) And this is my (not so) daily DameSletuh blog :o3. FAQ under the cut!!

"Wasn't I following this blog before?" This used to be a Gamfef blog! However, I kinda lost steam for the ship (I still love it tho). Then I decided to rebrand this blog into a ship I'm currently fixated on!! "Why do you call the ship yuri?" I headcanon Problem Sleuth as a trans women! She/her pronouns for Sleuthy if you refer to her on this blog. :o3 "Can I request something?" OFC! Just keep it SFW. I am a minor. My DNI is simple, in/cest + p/do shippers, radqueers, bigots, all that stuff. ANYWAYS. Look at my lesbians/silly

PFP by @honeystuckandcake !!

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can you draw sleuth and dame cuddling awwwww so sweeties }:3

Day 1: Honk memememem honk mememmememe

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Drawing Board Bombshell (2/2)

The manhole clattered to the ground behind Slick when he righted himself. The hideout had been annoyingly silent with the guys out and about, the sound of the fans seemed to bounce from one wall to the other and he swore it'd drive him goddamn crazy. Comparatively, the feeling of the evening wind snapping at his face and the cigarette between his fingers came as a great comfort. He turned his eyes up to the sky overhead. He remembered the days before there were enough lights to block out any of the stars at all. It wasn't so bad out here, a short ways from the city, but much further in and you could hardly see any lights twinkling up there. There's something poetic in there but Slick, he wasn't a feelings guy, he wasn't going looking for it. 

He didn't remember lighting his cigarette, he was only aware that he'd done it because he caught himself midway through taking his first (?) drag and sighing it out. He thought back on his success. He'd successfully recruited Problem Sleuth to do his bidding. Nothing serious, he just needed the dogs out of the house for a few nights, something Sleuth should be able to handle. Something about the guy was irking Slick, the way his laughter died in his throat and the light drained out of his eyes. He couldn't tell why he'd cared this time. He'd knocked grins off of that freak's face countless times since he'd tried to rear his ugly head in the Midnight Crew's direction, but something about this time was different.

Another drag and he decided that this time wasn't different. He'd sat across from that detective, that problem, at least twice before to exchange information and every single time had been the same. He and Sleuth exchanged services until both of them were satisfied and then parted ways. The only thing different was that Sleuth would be contacting him to satisfy his end of the bargain. That was it. That and Sleuth's tie, it occurred to him, which was striped horizontally tonight instead of just being solid green. Obnoxiously green.

He dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his heel. No one would ever know he'd wasted this much time thinking about that stupid prick, which meant it didn't happen. His lips pulled upward in satisfaction with that simple fact: it didn't happen. Nothing in his head, none of this nonsense about Sleuth bothering him, none of it was real to the outside world. Problem Sleuth wouldn't know he was taking up space in Slick's head and his adversaries wouldn't ever know that there was anybody in this city that he had anything but hatred for, save his men, and most of the time, he told himself, he hated those assholes too. 

He hated everybody. Not everything.

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