#Rosa Blake
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Elizabeth apparently told Gomez Suarez de Figueroa, Count of Feria, and one of Philip’s leading councillors, that she was aware “that when she was in prison, your majesty [Philip] had shown her favour and helped to obtain her release.” At the same meeting, Feria told Elizabeth that it was Philip who “who had procured her recent recognition as the queen’s sister and successor, and not the queen or the council, and that this was something your majesty had been trying to secure for some time.”
Mitchell Gould, Philip II of Spain: King, Consort, and Son: Tudor and Stuart Consorts, Power, Influence, and Dynasty
#Elizabeth I#El Ministerio del Tiempo#The Ministry of Time#Rosa Blake#Isabel I de Inglaterra#Felipe II#Philip II#Count of Feria
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A doodle based on this pretty cool fanfic I've been reading where Ruby is a mafia boss, Blake is her bodyguard, Yang is one of Ruby's capos and Weiss is a detective.
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Completed the Unovan quartet! Warm welcome to: Rosemary 'Rosa' Whitley and Detective Nathaniel 'Nate' Blake!
#pokemon#my art#the hybridverse#au#pokemon black and white 2#pokemon black and white#trainer hilbert#trainer hilda#trainer rosa#trainer nate#Hilbert Griffin#Hilda Stantz#Rosa Whitley#Nate Blake
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I NOW WE'RE TALKING ABOUT RED BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT TEARS RICOCHET ISNT ABOUT BELLUNE LIKE!!!!!!!!!
i just found this in my drafts bc i very clearly had inspo and i cant believe i never shared it. my tears ricochet x bellune, but make it a season 3 au where we lose our girl instead of lincoln oops sorry
You sit beside Kane in lock up, having just said goodbye to your mother, wishing you could do the same with Bellamy and your sister.
As you near the hour of what will soon be your death, you find comfort in knowing that at least Clarke will have your mother. Selfishly, some part of you is grateful that you don’t have to feel the loss of losing your twin, and that Clarke will have to learn to live with the grief. But she was always stronger than you, and if anyone could learn to live without half of themselves, your shining star can.
But in the end, it’s Bellamy your heart aches for. In a way, he’s lost his sister, his friends, those that are closest to him. In the moments of silence, when it’s just the two of you, you can see the weight pulling down his shoulders, can see the anguish that has settled into the lines on his face. Bellamy has spent most of his life lost; searching for who he is without a father, what kind of man he wanted to be on the Ark. and then losing his mother and Octavia, it left him listless, floating in the openness of space with no idea of who he wanted to be.
It’s why he so easily agreed to save Octavia’s life by shooting Jaha; he had the opportunity to find himself again. To anchor his identity to his goal of saving Octavia, and ultimately, his people.
But then his obsession with saving his people, after having lost so many in such a short time, broke him, pushed into the arms of a fascist chancellor who saw how easy it was to take advantage of the man you love.
It’s a path you can’t follow him down.
It’s a path you won’t be given the chance to follow him down, even if you wanted to.
You look at Kane, at the man you’ve come to see as a father figure without even realizing it was happening. And now, the man who will lose his life the same way your father lost his. Fighting for what’s right.
“It can't be all for nothing.” Kane turns to look at you in confusion, not understanding what you mean. You push on, “All of it. The spying, Mount Weather, all the hell we’ve faced can’t be all for nothing. Pike will destroy Skaikru until there’s nothing left, and everything we fought for will no longer matter.”
Lincoln wanders over and sits beside you on the bench. He reaches out to squeeze your shoulder, a silent message that he understands your frustration.
“There’s nothing left for us to do. We have to hope our deaths will mean something. That it will finally push for the change we’ve been fighting for.”
You’re incredulous at the suggestion, at the thought of being told to just stop fighting. “So that’s it? We just give up?”
Kane shakes his head, his expression sad, but determined. “No. This is how we fight now. We go with grace, accept our punishment, hold our head high. We don’t break, we don’t show fear. The people will remember.”
He glances up at Sinclair, who has just joined the three of you, nodding in agreement. You look at Lincoln, who gives Kane a single nod in agreement, and you sit between them, wondering how this is all that’s left for you. You’re the last to agree, resigned to a fate that may save the love of your life and your people, a fate that you will not be around to see.
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You’ve never been happier to see Octavia Blake in your entire life.
She ushers all of you to safety, freedom just on the other side of a hidden passageway built into Arkadia’s walls.
A freedom that she watches slip away as Lincoln insists on staying back for his people.
You see the betrayal on her face as she slips into unconsciousness, the same betrayal you felt when Bellamy did the same thing to you in Mount Weather. As Lincoln passes his unconscious girlfriend into Kane’s waiting arms, you close in on him, trying to change his mind. She passes out right after, and Lincoln catches her easily, passing her to Kane. You step towards Lincoln, looking at him in confusion. “What are you doing?”
“Same thing you’d do for your people.”
You give him a serious look, “Yu laik ai kru.”
You are my people. He smiles at you, but it’s sad, and the sight of it hurts your heart. “Just get her out of here. Please.”
But then Kane’s words rattle around in your head, and it finally clicks for you. We have to hope our deaths will mean something. The people of Arkadia see Lincoln as a Grounder, and his sacrifice to save other Grounders will mean nothing to them. They will only see it as someone saving their own. They need to see one of their own, someone from the Ark, risking their life for Grounders. It’s the only way they’ll ever understand what the rest of you are fighting for.
The answer seems so obvious now, and you feel like a fool for not thinking of it earlier.
You turn back to Lincoln, shaking your head at him, already stepping away. “Get her out of here yourself. I can save your people.” And maybe Bellamy too.
Kane steps closer to the two of you, unable to avoid overhearing your conversation in the small hallway. His expression is distraught, shaking his head as he looks at you. “No, you can’t.”
“You said it yourself: our deaths can mean something. The people will remember. I know this place better than Lincoln, I know the guard schedules and routes. I can get them out and be seen only when I need to be. I can end this.”
“But Clarke-”
You cut Kane off, “Has my mother, and our friends, and you.”
You can see the moment he remembers that you will not go out without a fight, that you will do this with or without his support. He offers you the only thing he can, which is his blessing. “If you get them into the west woods, they can navigate the trade routes to the blockade. They’ll be safe.”
It relieves you to have his approval, though you can see the anguish it’s causing him to give it. You give him a small smile of thanks, hoping he won’t carry guilt from something that you’re willingly choosing to do.
You can’t say the same for Lincoln, who grabs your arm as you try to step away, pulling you back towards the escape route. “La lune, you can’t.”
“We both know it’s the only way, Lincoln. You know that I know this camp better than you. I’m more likely to make it through unnoticed. If you want your people to be safe, they need to get out of this camp, at least until Pike is dead. I can’t take care of that, but I can save your people and make a statement. Maybe the people will turn on him, offer him to the Grounders at the blockade.”
You can see that he desperately wants to argue with you, but when his mouth opens, no words come out. Because both of you know he’s right, and if Skaikru wants any chance of survival, they need to see Pike do the unthinkable. He reaches out for you, his strong arms pulling you into a hug, and it’s the first time since you made your decision that you start to tear up.
When Lincoln pulls away, his expression is sad, but you swear you glimpse a look of pride in your eyes. It strengthens your resolve further. “A warrior with a heart.”
You smile at him before reaching up and unclasping your necklace, your thumb brushing over the silver moon one last time. You press it into Lincoln’s hand, delivering your final wish. “Can you give this to Bellamy for me?”
His hand closes over the moon, the last time you’ll ever see the small charm, and when you meet Lincoln's eyes, you can see that he understands what this means to you. “Of course.”
There’s a clamor down the hall, what sounds like a commotion of guards, and you know that time is finally up. You quickly press a kiss to Octavia’s forehead and back away from the two men, looking them both over as you mutter, “May we meet again.”
They repeat it back to you before slipping into the hidden passageway, and when you press the panel back into the wall, it’s with the knowledge that you’ll never see any of them again.
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The escape of 4 prisoners sentenced to death has the guards scrambling, and it makes them sloppy.
It’s easy to be invisible when that’s all you were your entire life. You blend in with the crowds of Arkadians easily, walking past most of the guards in plain sight. And when you round the final corner to the small lock up you left not long ago, you’re relieved to find that they only left one guard behind.
He’s not expecting you, so when you run down the hall at full speed, kicking your legs out to swipe his own feet from beneath him, he tumbles easily. You yank the shock baton from his belt, cranking it up just enough to knock him unconscious, but not to kill him. You’re trying to help your cause, not hurt it.
You pat the man down, finding a small pocket knife that you slip into your pants, along with his key card to open the holding cell door. Denae stands there with the others, looking at you in shock, surprised to see you after you were led to your death not long ago.
“Where’s Lincoln?”
“Safe. Escaped with the others.” You look over the group of Grounder prisoners that have started to stand and move towards you. “We don’t have much time. I have to get you to the west woods before they notice you’re gone.”
The Grounders don’t need to be told to hurry; they’ve seen how easily Pike locked his people up and sentenced them to death, know that it’s only a matter of time before they’re next. The stronger ones carry and guide the weak, and you take the emptier hallways until all of you are safely outside, the fence and the woods beyond it in your sight. You want to be seen, but getting caught before freeing the Grounders will only make things worse for everyone.
As your group openly jogs across a busy section of Arkadia, people stop to watch you, but no one says a word, unsure of what exactly they’re seeing. When you reach the fence, you toss a nearby stick at a section you hope is no longer electrified, fried long ago during spy related activities. The stick hits the ground without event, and you let out a sigh of relief, guiding Denae and the others through the gaps in the fence. When everyone is safely through, Denae turns to look at you, surprised to find you still on the other side. “You’re not coming with us?”
“There’s something else I need to do. Follow the trade route to the west, and you’ll reach the blockade in no time. Your people can protect you from there.”
“Thank you.”
You feel strange accepting her thanks. “I’m sorry for what my people have done to yours. Maybe one day we will all be one people.”
“Peace will find a way.”
And as the two of you exchange a smile, an alarm begins to sound over the PA system, prompting Denae to turn and run, disappearing into the treeline with her people before Pike and his guards even know they’re gone. You let out a sigh of relief, because at least now, everyone is safe. Except for you.
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“La lune, la lune, la lune.”
The name falls from Bellamy’s lips like a broken prayer as he sprints through the woods, back towards Arkadia, a necklace squeezed so tight in his grasp that a small silver moon will leave its imprint in his palm for hours after he lets go.
He can hear footsteps crashing through the woods behind him, his sister and Kane calling his name as he tears through the woods on memory alone, letting his legs carry him back to the woman he loves.
I only wanted to keep her safe. To protect her, and my people. I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong.
When he bursts through the treeline, his eyes trace the arc of Arkadia looming high in the gray skies, rain starting to fall like the Earth knows what’s about to happen. Bellamy is sure that he can stop it, that he can convince Pike to save your life, even though he failed before. He’ll give himself in your place, accept that the bullet meant for you is actually for him, one shot to atone for his sins and wipe his slate clean. Because you deserve to live, to have peace and live life until you’re old and gray. You deserve a partner that loves you, and the comfort of knowing that you’ll always be safe with the people you love. You deserve all the things you’ve dreamed and longed for, and even if he can't be there to see it, even if he can't be there to give those things to you, he will sacrifice himself in your place.
Pike walks ahead of a group of guards, guards that Bellamy would have considered friends not two days earlier, guards that are now pulling his fighting girlfriend outside the main gate.
Bellamy starts to run again, his legs moving on instinct to be with you, but strong hands pull him back, holding him in place with an iron grip, forcing him to watch from a distance.
Your hands are bound; hands that he once spent hours holding, content just to be with you. Your hair is wild around you, the way it looks when you wake beside him each morning, tousled now from the way you’re fighting the guards. And the necklace that would normally be glinting in the light around your neck is now gripped so tightly in his hand that blood begins to seep between his fingers.
He wants to turn to Kane and Octavia, scream that they have to save you, that they have to let him go so he can take your place, but he is frozen as he sees you pulled before Pike, the chancellor’s hand already resting on the gun at his side.
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Pike is too much of a coward to kill you in the middle of Arkadia.
You guessed as much, but once he dragged you towards the back of camp, out of sight from the rest of your people, you started to fight, deciding that going with grace only worked if there was someone there to see it.
The people of Arkadia will know what happened to you, even though Pike tries to hide it.
Once you are pulled through the gate and into a patch of land just outside Arkadia’s walls, you finally stop your fight. It’s almost over. Everyone you love is outside the camp, except your mother, who will have no idea what’s happened until after you’re gone. You can only hope she remembers her promise to you and Kane, and that she doesn’t risk her life when Clarke still needs her.
You thought you’d be scared, but you aren’t. You swear it’s because your father is with you, his cologne easy to spot amongst the smell of dirt and pine. He’s keeping you standing tall and strong, giving nothing to the man that will soon take your life. A man that he once played chess with, long ago on a ship in the sky, long before anyone knew that a life on Earth was possible.
When you had nothing but time while locked up, you anguished over all the things you were going to lose. Now, as the clock ticks towards the end, you think only of the things that give you joy. You think of Clarke when you were both small, of the pictures she would draw and leave on your pillow to find in the morning. You think of Octavia, the timid girl that became a warrior and your friend, making you more proud than you thought possible. You think of Monty’s moonshine and your mom’s laugh and most of all you think of Bellamy.
You think of the freckles dotted across his face, the ones you would trace for hours as he slept beside you. You think of his lopsided grin, and the way he always seemed to know what you needed before you needed it. You think of how he gave you strength when you had none, the way he laughed when he thought no one was paying attention. You think of him in the quiet moments, the in between, when his face was serene with sleep or his shoulders finally relaxed at the end of a long day. You think of Greek gods, constellations, and the Iliad, of all the stories that tied the two of you together.
And your final wish to the Universe as you turn to face Pike, is that Bellamy Blake will no longer be lost.
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You stand tall as they turn you to Pike, your stance confident, despite the situation you’re in.
You don’t drop to your knees when they ask you too, making the guards get their hands dirty instead as they push your knees into the mud beneath you.
You don’t flinch when Pike pulls out his pistol and cocks it.
Your eyes never leave his as his finger moves to the trigger.
The last words to ever leave your lips falls on ears that don’t understand the meaning.
“I love you more than the stars.”
And you swear the last thing you hear before everything goes dark, is a scream that sounds a lot like Bellamy.
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Bellamy feels like the scream is splitting his throat apart, his anguish so raw, so palpable, that he’s sure he must be bleeding.
He can’t understand that he’s okay, that the pain he’s feeling isn’t one that can ever be seen. He’s sure that it will kill him, that his heart will refuse to carry this and simply stop. He thinks that will be the greatest mercy, the way to reunite again with you.
He doesn't remember Kane and Octavia pulling him away from the clearing, trying to escape the Arkadian guards that now know where they are. He doesn't remember punching the walls of the cave until his hands were nothing but blood and torn flesh, doesn't remember the screams that tore from his throat until Kane slipped Reaper drugs into his veins.
He slips unconscious in a fit of anguish, surrounded by friends who wonder how they will share the news of your death to your other half if this is how Bellamy reacts.
They have to keep someone on guard duty all night, because Bellamy tries to escape three separate times, swearing he’s going to kill Pike with nothing more than his bare hands.
He has to be chained up when they kidnap Pike and deliver him to the Grounders, ending the blockade. He fights the restraints for hours, until his wrists are just as bloody as his hands once were, and only when he’s finally exhausted every ounce of strength in his body does he finally fall asleep.
And when he dreams, he dreams of you.
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@anoddsightcomeoutatnight
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vance : i didn't understand why people cared so much about their dumb fluffy-haired trans best friends, until i got a dumb fluffy-haired trans best friend myself.
vance : *lifts finney by the collar*
vance : i've only had finney for a day and a half, but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in this room and then myself.
finney : *smiles sweetly, and waves*
#they're besties your honor#the literal definition of ftm x genderfluid solidarity#vance is ftm and gay#finney is genderfluid and gay#because i said so#thank you for coming to my ted talk#credits to rosa diaz from brooklyn 99#andy samberg is a genius#anyway#brance#vance hopper#bruce yamada#finbin#rinney#finney blake#robin arellano#billy showalter#griffin stagg#the black phone#tbp
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Detective Deathmatch: Round Two, Match Nine
Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) vs Mystery Incorporated (Scooby Doo)
#detective deathmatch#round two#rosa diaz#brooklyn nine nine#brooklyn 99#b99#mystery incorporated#mystery inc#fred jones#shaggy rogers#daphne blake#velma dinkley#scooby doo
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they're like yugiohs to me
#pokémon#pokemon#pokemon black 2 and white 2#pokemon bw2#trainer hugh#trainer nate#trainer rosa#rosa atwood#nate atwood#hugh blake#pokemon black 2#pokemon white 2#bw2#unova#myart#my art#HELLO HELLO FRIENDS!!!#IVE DONE IVE MADE POKEMONS OVERNIGHT SJDHJG#i was going to do more but didnt have time smh but this should get you their vibes#just know in the scene from yugioh gx where atticus rides down the river with a ukelele- thats rosa#theyre goofy and stupid and i think i love them#ANYWAY SORRY FOR RAMBLING- THANKS FOR STOPPING BY!!!
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its ilynne!! except she's officially a part of the pokespe version!! ive actually drawn her in the past because i was interested in emmet, but after reading the bw2 chapter - i decided to add that she is workin for interpol alongside looker and blake (which makes them her superiors) and they have a major dynamic together as a trio! consider them as a found family~ (looker and ilynne have a very friendly dynamic, he's an uncle figure to her) emmet and ilynne are a subplot romance which is mostly lighthearted. the first drawing is recent, the others are kinda old whehehe
ilynne is a journalist who became a secret agent playing double identity with blake, playing as his "mother" and him as a student in aspertia's trainer school. looker found her to be a good conversationalist (+ she interviews people who chooses to "release" their 'mons) and she is also very keen on the whereabouts of team plasma. he persuades her into joining which will help her get more scoop as a reporter, and to help fight against plasma...
and possibly learn more about blake's upbringing, but who knows....
#~ art#does she count as a pokespe parent#YEAH WHATEVER#pokespe parents#I REALLY LOVE BLAKE I WANNA TALK ABT HIM MORE AAGAHH#i know... blake is a cop... i LOVE IT#boy you'd be surprised what whitley is (rosa)#pokespe#blake.fam#looker.plat#emmet.crsh#ilynne.insert
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One of Hello Future Me's videos on revolution brought up an event from the Philippines back in the 80s: the dictator sent a battalion to crush a supposed revolt, only for the soldiers to be met with nuns and children offering food and water. The majority of the army defected as a result
I'm going to use rwby to try hammering this abstract concept into a coherent thought, but this incident got me thinking about how nonviolent protest is theater
If a similar event were to occur in rwby, for it to be successful, the protestors would have to be the cutesy faunus types: rabbits, cats, dogs, and the like because they're non-threatening. Attacking a sweet cat faunus would be akin to attacking a child or nun, paragons of innocence and virtue respectively. Only a monster could cut them down, and no one wants to be seen as a monster
A scorpion faunus, though? Their mere existence is a threat. That tail is dangerous, a weapon available at all times. Bull faunus have horns they can use to gouge out eyes and organs. Claim they attacked and most people would agree that killing them in self-defense is justified
Because nonviolent resistance relies on public perception, people who could possibly taint the image of the movement will get left in the dark no matter how important they are. Bayard Rustin was the one who taught Dr King about civil disobedience and was an organizer for many major events, but he opted to ride to events in the trunk of people's cars so his status as an openly gay man wouldn't harm the movement's image
There would be little wonder why the White Fang would be more popular with the "scarier" faunus. Public perception is already against them, so it's not going to change much for them if they join a violent organization, but this in turn will be seen as justification for discrimination against these types of faunus. A hellish self-perpetuating cycle
These faunus would also be far more likely to experience violence at a much younger age, akin to how black children are treated as adults even if they're literally six years old
The strategy behind nonviolent protest like the ones Dr King did is to show the world the mistreatment of the innocent, but when your existence is deemed a threat, there's little hope that you'll ever get enough support to change the system. This is why bigots constantly spew the "queer groomer" and black crime "statistics": by portraying someone's freedom as a danger to the innocent, any level of violence is justifiable defense. The police aren't attacking queers, black, and brown folk discriminately, they're attacking dangerous criminals, so it's okay!!1!
Theater can't save those already condemned and to try is wasted effort
#rwde#antiblackness tw#<- in the link#Claudette Colvin refused to give up her seat a whole 9 months before Rosa Parks yet wasnt the face of the movement#good choice considering she was only 15 and shoving a teen into the racist public eye is Not Good but her pregnancy was also a major factor#idk hopefully i got the point across#somewhat related is the trend of the privileged being the biggest advocates for peaceful protest#while the ones who've endured violence - both economically and physically - are the ones who call upon violence#which almost always means violent *self defense*#the few occasions ive read where there were actual attacks its been targeted like the BLA ambushing cops#cant say i blame them considering the mcfucking everything the cops had going on#the bpp was basically destroyed by the police and fbi at this point and that was probs a major factor in their decision#and targeted violence was exactly what the white fang was doing before cinder showed up and ruined everything#literally nothing the wf does in the show is actually for faunus liberation bc its all cinder/salems orders!!#and no one is allowed to have a brain or personality or anything so no one questions why theyre suddenly switching targets#gr8 discussion abt activism here shawluna. love that you reduced the anti racism movement to mercenaries to avoid saying anything at all#ffs they even fucked up weiss's side of the convo! obvs the fumbling of blakes ball is much worse but come the fuck on#'the wf may have assassinated company board members and family friends but were teammates now so who cares!! team rwby go!!'#fucking barf
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Here comes the Party of Ideals Aspertia Trio! 🥳❤🤍🧡
From @antihibikase's Pokemon BW/BW2 rewrite.
Also their poses are in reference to this dog:
Individuals of Rosa and Hugh are under the cut!
#mhizzy's art#pokemon#pokemon black & white#pokemon black & white 2#pokemon gen 5#unova#pokemon blight/blur#friends' ocs#Nate Blake#Trainer Nate#trainer kyouhei#Rosa Whitefield#Trainer Rosa#Trainer Mei#Hugh Obsidian#Rival Hugh#Rival Hyu
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Rosa Blake and Rachel Lascar played Elizabeth Tudor and Queen Mary I of England in El Ministerio del Tiempo 4X03
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Hi! Fanfic request: corruptedshipping? It can be anything you want but must. Be. Fluff. >:]
"You like that book, Mr. Perfect?"
Whitley traces her hand around the ebony chair, drawing circles on the back of the man who simply ignores her, turning a page.
"I see that your attention is only reserved for the French girls on paper," Whitley teased, sitting down with her legs gently placing atop the wooden chair, as her hand reaches for the grim and busy figure next to her, obviously so preoccupied with that not so little book of his.
"You and your penchant of haunting me with that terrible nickname from my past needs to be studied, Detective," Blake retorts, his blaise response nevertheless accompanied by the slight smile that quirks ever so handsomely on the corners of his lips.
"What," Whitley answers forcing out her fake affront, clutching tightly the pendant that hung around her neck, "I can't even call you the nickname all those girls were calling you back then?"
"I can't do much if you're determined to irritate me," Blake answers finally closing his book looking at her, "but I wonder what would happen to you if I mentioned your dreaded past with the green-haired genocidal maniac you couldn't have prayed more to if he was God himself... I wonder if our past is really something you want to bring up."
Whitley shut up immediately, chest heaving as the thoughts of embarrassment flooded her cheeks.
"That was a different time," she answered gently and innocently, "you know I am nothing like that anymore, Inspector. I'm quite surprised you brought that up."
"You've improved, Mrs. Whitley," The police agent answered, eyes reflecting their light-hearted humor, "at least you're clever enough now to make it somewhat believable that you're the oh so innocent one, lamb fresh out of the oven."
"Lamb is not usually cooked in the oven," the ex-Team Plasma member answered playfully.
"But of course, you know that for a reason." Blake answered, turning fully to the brunette bun-haired female who was the latent cause of all his annoyance and some of his pain, "You've convinced yourself you're the lamb, when you're the one cooking it," he joked, the sarcasm successfully landing in Whitley's hand instead of flying by like it usually did.
At that, her heart softened.
"Does that mean you want to divorce me now?" Whitley asked with a caring and worried expression all too visible on her face.
For a second, there was a pause, as Blake looked at the book he had seemed to be reading so interestedly before Whitley had bothered him.
Only to realize, the book was in fact placed upside down.
"Some people like living with their ailments," he admitted begrudgingly.
Slipping the book under the table smoothly enough that it went perfectly undetected by his wife.
Or so he thought.
#pokespe#pokemon#corruptedshipping#trainer whi two#rakufai#trainer lack two#trainer blake#trainer whitley#pokemon nate#pokemon rosa
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Wanna be yours
Rosa x Esmeray
(Nightmare Frisk/Moon Frisk x Nightmare Sans)
Revanche x Blake
(Revenge Frisk x Revenge Sans)
Starberry x Axel
(UnderFell Frisk x UnderFell Sans)
Buttercup x Azul
(Underswap Frisk x Underswap Sans)
Mermaidverse Character @redloves
#Rosa x Esmeray#(Nightmare Frisk/Moon Frisk x Nightmare Sans)#Revanche x Blake#(Revenge Frisk x Revenge Sans)#Starberry x Axel#(UnderFell Frisk x UnderFell Sans)#Buttercup x Azul#(Underswap Frisk x Underswap Sans)#Frans#Frans Au#frisk#redloves#art#positivity#frisk au's#sans x frisk#Sanses Au's#mermaidverse#Mermaidverse Frans
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this is for you, Bellamy Blake ❤️
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Luisa: why are your tongues purple?
Miranda: we had slushies. I had a red one
Max: I had a blue one
Luisa: oh
Luisa:
Luisa: OH
Roberto:
Roberto: you drank each other’s slushies?
#the mallorca files#incorrect quotes#miranda blake#max winter#roberto herrero#luisa rosa#wintake#palma police family#incorrect mallorca files
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Sophie Jordan is back again! She’s got a new book out, The Countess, the first in her Scandalous Ladies of London series, featuring a true Regency squad full of scandalous ladies and answering the question: What if the Real Housewives were actually Regency-era aristocrats? We talk about friendships in old school romances, about why groups of women are game changers in fiction and in real life, and fill your TBR with groups you will absolutely wish you could be friends with.
You can find links to all the books we discussed here.
#female friendship#sophie jordan#tracey livesay#liana de la rosa#ashley herring blake#jennet alexander
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