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Carmen Sandiego

VILE: Otter Man y Moose Boy

Ohhhh 😍😍😍😍 ando enamorada de este ship

Don't even ask....

Chase Devineaux The second man whose voice fascinates me in English

Twins

Harper was furious. How dare they hurt his sister? She did nothing to them.

This is an AU of Player's kids in the future.

All characters belong to the creator of Carmen Sandiego except for the twins and their mother. I don't own any of them.

Harper was furious. How dare they hurt his sister? She did nothing to them.

They were evil. Tiny demons, if you will. Although, not as evil as some of the people their aunt Carmen had to deal with.

Harper sat at his desk, looking at the red colouring pencil in his hand. When was the last time they saw her? It must have been at least a good few months.

He tapped his pencil against the desk, shaking with rage. The page in front of him empty, a blank space, mocking him.

They had been given an assignment, to draw someone that inspires them. The only problem was, he had a few people that inspired him and he couldn't choose which one of them he should do. His father, his mother, his sister or, his aunt Carmen. They all inspired him, so who to choose?

He didn't know what his father did exactly, nor did he his aunt, but all he knew was that his dad was amazing with technology and that he helped his aunt to change the world. One step at a time.

His mother was a writer, an author, and she created amazing stories for children and adults alike. All it took was a spark of imagination and the story flowed out like a dam breaking.

His sister, his dear sister, who had been put through hell and back because some arrogant people can't accept change. She meant the world to him, and he'd go to the ends of the Earth to protect her from any evil that came their way.

The teacher walked around the room, inspecting every child's drawing, as if he was expecting some Picasso level painting, because each time he laid eyes on one of the children's drawings, his eyebrows fell down into a crease, scowling at the child's drawing, almost disappointedly.

The teacher wasn't really a work of art himself however, and neither were any of his many 'paintings' that were hung up on the walls, each in a wooden frame.

The man had gelled black hair, although it looked more like he'd been whacked across the head by an octopus, with the amount of gel that was in his hair. He had dark blue eyes, that look more grey than blue at most times, and big, dumbo like ears. His face was covered in wrinkles, a sign that the man was indeed old. What was he now? Late fifties? Maybe sixties? Possibly seventies? And yet, here he was, still teaching a bunch of six year olds basic maths and showing them how to draw what most of them already can, stick figures. Honestly what was he expecting from them when he asked them to draw someone who inspires them? Hyper detailed realistically accurate  coloured version of the person? Come on.

He wore a two piece suit, both pieces black, and brown, freshly polished dress shoes. He also had a black handle bar moustache. He looked like he had been plucked out of one of those old films he had seen his parents watching, from the nineteen-thirties perhaps. Seriously, this was a school, not some grand ball thrown by the Queen of England, or another important figure of society. There really was no need to be dressed so formally.

Harper made eye contact with his sister and she smiled and waved at him. He grinned. It was nice to see her so happy. Suddenly, he heard someone clearing their throat, and he froze. Rosy's eyes widened as well, and she mouthed an apology at the fact that she had distracted him.

"Mr Bouchard, care to explain to me as to why, we are half way through our lesson, and yet your paper is still blank?" He heard the voice behind him ask. He winced, he really couldn't have drawn a line or something to make it seem like he'd done some work?

"I'm sorry Mr Williams but I've got lots of people that inspire me and I can't pick one." He replied, turning to face his teacher, eyes darting around the classroom, looking for a way to escape the patronising gaze of the man before him.

"If I do not see anything on this page," he pushed his finger down onto the page, crinkling it slightly. Even the way he talks is posh, "by the end of this lesson, then I will have to call your parents in. This is the fourth time you have not done work because you 'could not decide on someone'. It is really getting old and I am getting tired of your excuses Mr Bouchard."

Harper's eyes widened. They couldn't call his parents! They were already busy enough, and troubling them and causing them more problems over something as stupid as not doing a drawing was ridiculous.

"I'll have something down by the end of the lesson Mr Williams." He said, finally making eye contact.

"You better had. You do not want me to call your parents in because of something this simple, do you?"

Harper shook his head.

"No Mr Williams"

"Good. Get to it then."

He didn't have anything down. So, here he was sitting in the headmasters office, waiting for his parent to arrive.

Mr Williams was stood next to the headmasters desk, arms crossed. He didn't look very happy. Sat next to him was the headmaster. Harper was looking down, embarrassed, hoping this will be over soon.

"Mr Bouchard, I thought you had said you would have something down by the end of the lesson." Mr Williams remarked.

Harper looked up.

"I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't-"

"Decide on who to draw. You keep saying that, and look where it has gotten you."

"Now now, he feels bad as it is Mr Williams, you don't need to make him feel worse." The headmaster told him.

"I was gonna say I couldn't think of where to start." Harper mumbled.

"What was that young man?"

"Nothing sir."

The headmaster was a chubby man about the age of 40, and yet he was growing grey hair on the sides of his head and balding on top. The man wore a pink striped shirt, with blue suspenders over the top. Harper couldn't see the bottom half because of the oak desk between them. 

Bookshelves scattered the walls on either side of him, most mainly empty, with a few bits and bobs here and there, and some filled with books.

There was a knock on the door, snapping Harper out of his train of thought.

"Come in" the headmaster shouted.

The door opened. There were his parents. He made eye contact with his father and looked away immediately, ashamed.

"We came as soon as we could. What's going on?" He heard his mother ask.

"Mr and Mrs Bouchard, please, take a seat." The headmaster asked, or demanded.

His parents both looked at each other worriedly, and then proceeded to sit in the other two chairs there.

"What's all of this about?" His father questioned.

"Nothing too big, so there's no need to worry, Mr Bouchard. It's just about Harpers schoolwork." He reassured his parents.

"What about it?" His mother chimed in.

"It has recently come to my attention by Mr Williams here," the man in question raised his hand, "that Harper has not been doing his schoolwork and has been making stupid excuses as to why." The headmaster remarked.

"Is this true Harper?" His mother asked.

"Only my art work, mum. I do everything else! Plus, it's only happened four times, like, once a month or something like that!" Harper replied.

"Wait wait wait," his father waved his hands up and down, "you mean to tell us that you called us," he moved his hands to refer to himself and his wife, "to the school just because our son hasn't done what, four pieces of work? There gotta be a lot of other kids that don't do it either. I mean, they're six for crying out loud!"

"Parker." His mother warned, her voice low. She put her hand on her husbands shoulder gently and smiled at him lovingly, in order to calm him down, so there isn't a scene caused. 

The man's eyes widened. She never called him by his real name. It was always by his code name, Player. She really didn't want to make a scene.

"Yes. Other kids haven't done work as well and we'll be calling there parents in as well but Harper resists against his teacher so we've had to call you in first." the bald man told them.

"This is ridiculous" Player mumbled. His wife elbowed him, and gave him a glare. He rolled his eyes.

"How does he resist?" The woman asked.

"Uhh Mr Williams? How does Harper resist exactly?" The headmaster looked to the man.

"Umm... well... he gives me a lot of lip and doesn't participate in physical activities when I tell him to." Came his reply.

"There's a perfectly good explanation for that Mr Williams" the dark haired female said.

"And what is that explanation, Mrs Bouchard?" He said, looking down his nose at her. Judging by the stories he'd overheard from the twins on the playground, they were both reckless, adventurous and clever people. It was obvious that he didn't particularly like Harper, and because the two young adults in front of him were his parents, he didn't particularly like them either. They raised their child wrong. They should raise them to treat their seniors and their superiors with the respect they deserve. Harper and Rosy had none for him.

"Harper has been advised by his doctor to take it easy if he's hurting" the woman crossed her arms.

"If he's hurting? That's got to be the stupidest reason for a kid taking a break or not participating in activities. What is he? An old man like me? Because if I'm not allowed to get out of doing it with the students, neither should he." The man laughed and wiped a tear that came to his eye.

"Mr Williams! The doctor informed me of this and I have told you this as well. It seems you've forgotten though." The headmaster scolded.

"Forgotten what? That he" the man pointed at Harper. He looked down embarrassed. "shouldn't be doing Physical Education because he's 'hurting'?"

"No I informed you on why his legs hurt."

"And why is that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Because he's an amputee." Player said to him. "He wears prosthetics. He's been to school with crutches before and a wheelchair. The reason he was told not to all the time is because he experiences phantom pain. Is that all you need us for, to mock our son for his disability and waste mine and my wife's time?"

"Even so, he still gives me lip when I tell him to stop making symbols with his hands to Rosy." Mr Williams was flustered at getting called out. Oh how he hated this family. He just wanted one reason to get one of the children in trouble.

"You mean when he's signing what you're saying so she can understand?" The woman asked.

"Signed? As in sign language?"

"Yes. Rosy's deaf and although she has hearing aids, she still needs a little help to understand because they don't magically make her able to hear." Player glared at the man. "Is that all?" He looked back to the headmaster.

"Is that all Mr Williams?" The older man asked.

"Yes" He grumbled.

"You may all leave now. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I thought we had a different issue at hand." He told the family.

"Thank you" both of the parents said. They rose from the seats, and Harper followed and left the office.

"Unbelievable" Player mumbled, shaking his head.

"Did I do something wrong?" Harper asked, looking up at his father.

"No Harper you did nothing wrong. Your teacher just forgot about you and your sisters disabilities, that's all." He patted his son on his brown hair. Harper grinned at him and he smiled back.

They walked to the inside entrance of the school where Rosy was sitting on one of the blue chairs, swinging her legs. When she noticed the door open she looked up and smiled.

"Is everything ok? Did Harper get in trouble?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

"No sweetie, he didn't." Her mother replied.

"Are we going home now?"

"Yes we are."

She walked to the door and opened it, signalling for them to go before her.

As the twins were walking in front of them and talking amongst themselves happily, Player decided to make conversation with his wife beside him, who was holding his hand.

"It's a good thing Red didn't want to do a caper today huh?" He laughed. She smiled.

"Yeah, lucky us. Otherwise I'd be stuck dealing with that man on my own." She chuckled.

"I would've come as fast as I could if I had to help Red, but I'm assuming you already knew that, didn't you Iris?"

"Yep. You'd do anything for the twins." He glared at her.

"And you."

"Oh you can spare some love for me now too?" She put her hand on her chest. "I'm honoured." She teased.

"No I don't think I will anymore, you've taken it for granted too many times." He looked away, feigning offence. When he looked at Iris however, he couldn't keep it up and they both burst into laughter.

The twins looked behind them to see their parents giggling to themselves.

"What are they laughing at?" Rosy asked, turning to her brother.

"I have no idea. It could be anything really." He said.

"Yeah you're right."

The next day at school when Harper walked into the classroom he made immediate eye contact with Mr Williams. Harper looked away awkwardly, cheeks red and biting the inside of his cheek. He sat down in his seat and got out his blue pencil.

"You got taken to the headmaster's office yesterday, didn't you?" The girl next to him asked.

She had long curly black hair that had been tied into pigtails with red bobbles. She had a blue and black striped shirt, and black leggings.

Harper raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know that?" He asked.

"Yesterday. Mr Williams told you that you needed something on your paper or he was gonna get your parents. You didn't have anything by the end of the lesson." She told him.

"You were looking at my work?"

Her eyes widened and she turned red.

"Yes. I was." She muttered.

"Why?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"I was gonna ask you about who you drew but then, y'know, you didn't draw anyone."

"Why did you want to ask me about it?"

"You ask lots of questions. I've been wanting to be your friend for awhile but I didn't know how to talk to you."

"Oh." He stuck his hand out in front of her awkwardly. "I'm Harper."

The girl just sat there looking at his hand.

"You're supposed to shake my hand hand and tell me your name after." He told her.

"O-oh. Sorry." She laughed awkwardly. She grabbed his hand and shook it. "I'm Frankie."

They both smiled at each other.

Mr Williams cleared his throat and began the lesson, narrowing his eyes and glaring at the Harper as he began to sign to Rosy.

"What are you doing?" Frankie whispered, after noticing Harper signing.

"Rosy's deaf so in lessons I sign what the teachers saying so she can understand." He whispered back.

"That's sweet of you. But wouldn't it of been easier if you were sat next to each other?"

"It would be, but Mr Williams sat us in these seats and when I tried to tell him he dismissed it."

"Oh"

They both went back to listening to the teacher again.

At break time, the students all filed onto the yard, going to their friend groups. Harper walked towards Rosy.

"Harper wait up!" He heard someone say. He turned to find Frankie running towards him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Playing with my friend. Where are we going?" She said, like it was the most the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'm trying to find Rosy."

"She's your sister, right?"

"Yeah, she's my older twin sister."

"Older? It seems like you're the oldest. You're always worrying about her and trying to help her."

"We take care of each other." He smiled gently.

"Take care of each other? How does she help you?"

"When it comes to my disability." He raised his trousers leg up and she gasped as she saw the prosthetic leg.

"Wow. I had no idea." She looked back up to him.

"That's kinda the point." He laughed.

They turned the corner to find Rosy sitting on the floor, with her head down. She was sobbing quietly, holding her ears. Harper and Frankie's eyes widened.

"What happened?!" He shouted.

She didn't respond. Harper crouched down and gripped her hands. She gasped and tried to escape until she looked up and saw it was her brother.

'What happened?' He signed.

"They ripped my hearing aids out." She whimpered.

"WHAT?!" He yelled.

Frankie put her hand on Harper's shoulder and gave him a sad smile. He pulled her hands from her ears, with much resistance from Rosy. Finally, he managed to keep her hands down and gasped. Her ears were bleeding. Frankie bent down to look and gasped as well. Harper's hand clenched and his knuckles turned white. They did this.

EY, LET’S GET THIS SHIP NOTICED.

Thanks if you read the fanfic, it helps support the person who made it if you gave kudos!

Omfg

I wanted to crossover-

Idk what the heck the Wisp of Wisdom is but Carmen’s gonna go there with her sheep.

Gray and Carmen except they’re drones that like to feed and murder other drones

They murder VILE bots together <3

(Don’t mind that I used the wrong colored eyes for Carmen in the second pic :/)

Angelica stuffs with some Player and Carmen thrown into the mix

Also these are my hcs for the lil blondie bg character

Also I think Player is bisexual imo

For my Carmen Sandiego followers 🤭

(Repost cause idk if the first got through :/)

Idk, lazy cause I made this at 3 am.

Guys I made a Carmen Sandiego OC 🤯

The orange haired dude is that one dude Gray bumped into and stole a wallet from

Also she hand-made herself wings because why not, why not fly away from all your problems 🥰

I did the thing (with the template added)

The thing yeah

Characters: Tessa Elliot (Murder Drones), Cyn (Murder Drones), and Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego 2019)

Carmen’s the only sane one there (ily if you know why Carmen isn’t behind the wheel)

“I am mad_angry expression.”

“Then so be it Cyn.”

“You know_Carmen wouldn’t-“

“Leave the poor woman alone, Cyn!”

“Someone save me.”

My best friend guesses Carmen Sandiego characters

I laughed at these btw 😭

There’s more so I’ll reblog this and add more :3

Part 2 :3

Going to sob :D

My best friend guesses Carmen Sandiego characters

I laughed at these btw 😭

There’s more so I’ll reblog this and add more :3

Uhhh Carmen Sandiego ocs I guess with some cool designs uhhhhh yayyy

Probably on Carm’s team??? (Ulani would definitely befriend player ngl)

Idk, tryna figure out their lore

And yeah, Darila is Russian, and Ulani is Puerto Rican

And Ulani has vitiligo, though I’m not sure if I did it well cause I didn’t look at a reference which was stupid of me

Also fun fact, Darila mostly speaks Russian, but she can speak English. Though, she likes to see Ulani try to translate her words.

“Тебе не холодно, Улани?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, pizza.”

“…”

Might change Ulani’s design a bit, but not for now. :p

I’m slowly but surely getting back into drawing this lovely fandom :3

VILE ocs if anyone cares (i forgot they were supposed to have code names I’ll come up with them later cause im lazy)

I can’t draw men also Naveah’s appearance might change cause I’m meh with the design of him

How the hell d you figure out the tumblr post layout help

Jessyka Souza

She made a squad, as she is friends with certain people she graduated VILE Academy with (Except for Naveah, she hates him for whatever reason)

Loves woman

Brazilian

She can be quite bossy, but her stern tone is not towards Veronica for some reason

Takes her job quite seriously, getting made at those who mess up.

ESPECIALLY gets mad whenever Naveah messes up.

“Naveah, you dumbass, that wasn’t the plan at all!”

May or may not have a crush on Veronica (she totally does)

Wasn’t raised in a good home in the past.

Joined VILE to take out her anger on innocent, good people with perfect lives as she never had a good life. Neither has she ever been helped by a good person.

Like Crackle, she loves the crackle rod. She thinks electricity is pretty sweet.

Favorite teacher is Dr. Bellum, as she loves the gadgets she makes.

Veronica Goodwells

The older sister of Naveah.

Has a little sister, Cynthia, but more info on her later!

Despite being a VILE operative, she is quite caring. Always healing injuries the team takes.

Also didn’t have a good home, they left to find a better home. Left Cynthia behind with a different family, as they didn’t want her to grow up without good education.

She’s a lil bi bebe

Dyed her hair white cause she thought it was nice on her

Panamanian-American

Loves music like the rest of the gang.

Doesn’t have a favorite teacher, believes they all have their downsides. But she is a bit close with Countess Cleo. (I believe that’s her name, been awhile)

Always makes sure her little brother, Naveah, is okay whenever Jessyka downs on him.

Might have feelings for Jessyka, she isn’t sure yet. Naveah is supportive though, as always.

When there aren’t any missions, she spends her time outside reading. Maybe drawing too, depending on how she’s feeling.

Also, FANTASTIC art skills because why not.

Naveah Goodwells

The little brother of Veronica!

Sure, has mischievous intents sometimes, he is a positive one. Which is a reason why Jessyka hates him.

Kind and sweet, but had to hide that of course. No one would take a VILE operative seriously if they were too sweet?

He was surprised he even graduated. He thought VILE was just desperate for more graduates.

Panamanian-American also

He is a good thief, but he doesn’t really love his job. He had no choice though.

He is pan, because he loves everyone.

Naveah mostly talks to friends he’s close with, like Mimebomb. But he mostly talks to Veronica, as of course that’s what siblings do.

Whenever Jessyka dunks on him, he brushes it off. Though he sometimes thinks if he even deserves to be in VILE in the first place. To which he doesn’t think he deserves it, neither does he believe his sister deserves it.

But it was either VILE, or horrible family life.

No favorite teacher, but has talked to Shadowsan some times before. He believes he is interesting, despite his serious looks.

Next will be ACME ocs! (Just 2 I think) and then, one more VILE oc, and then more ocs that are added to Carmen’s group (which are with the two first ocs I made, Ulani and Darila)

Hold on let me just draw ACME ocs because I’m bored and have bad cramps :3

Cynthia Goodwells

As you guessed it, Veronica and Naveah’s little sister.

You can say her new family paid off, as she works for ACME now.

The only kid with yellow eyes.

Dyed her hair white to remind herself of Veronica.

Has a sweet personality like Naveah. Also a bit shy, and has a quiet tone.

She has two cats, Coffee and Caramel.

She has a best friend (maybe lil crush, because idk why not, oc x oc is cool) named Xane. (So unique right guys)

Also is friends with Julia, they love history.

Whenever Cynthia is a bit stressed, focusing really hard, or just a bit nervous, she taps her foot on the ground. Or, she starts to play with her hair. She doesn’t like to do it, it gets her foot all tired.

Panamanian-American

Has her own office, as she needs a semi-quiet space to work. Cynthia gets agitated when there are multiple clicks of computer keys at once. It makes her distracted.

Her office was designed by Cynthia herself, she wanted it to fit her needs.

Has a picture of her as a baby with her adoptive parents. Also has another picture of her as a baby but with Naveah and Veronica instead.

Cynthia never understood why her siblings left her, or where they went. She misses them, sometimes it makes her upset just to think of them. She thinks it’s her fault.

Whenever she has one of those moments where she’s upset, she usually goes to Xane’s office to just…talk and relax. He really helps her a lot, and she’s glad he exists.

SLEEPS IN MY MELODY PAJAMAS BECAUSE WHY NOT

Dino hands sometimes, mostly when she’s comfortable :3

Also, was the second to agree that Carmen Sandiego wasn’t evil. She’s on the bandwagon just like Julia is.

Has seen Carmen Sandiego before, as in try to capture her with the rest of the ACME agents. But no luck, and decided in her head that it wasn’t the best approach at all.

Xane Johnson (I cannot draw legs please help)

A close friend of Cynthia’s, who’s also really smitten with her. (He’s so in love)

He’s a bit of a shy one, but works well with people nonetheless.

His tone is more soft than anything, he thinks it makes him sound weak.

Is also on the bandwagon, agreeing with Cynthia and Julia that Carmen is far from evil. (Did they say that? Idk, been awhile since I rewatched)

Xane is smart enough to tell when Cynthia isn’t feeling her best. Usually tries to cheer her up when she’s down, which works eventually.

Xane lives in an apartment, Cynthia is his roommate. So whenever they need to finish on work, they do it together in the living room.

An only child, so he doesn’t know what it’s like to have siblings.

American

Been with Cynthia to try and capture the infamous Carmen Sandiego. But has paused after Cynthia figured another solution out.

Mostly spends his time with Cynthia.

(Idk what other hcs to list soooo I’m done :^)