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LE PETIT PRINCE | ms47
SOCIAL MEDIA!AU
mick schumacher x fem!reader
side note: i'm so sorry the plot here is kind of non-existent and it's literally just mick being boyfriend of the month but the request has been sitting in my inbox for quite some time and i felt obligated to finally finish it because i felt bad for taking so long.
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yourusername mick keeps buying me french books and says "i can teach you french" but really he just wants to spend more time with me by translating them to me
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user1 get yourself someone like mick who keeps buying you books
⤷ user2 you make it sound like as if books are actually expensive
⤷ user3 it's the thought that counts babes
mickschumacher you really cracked the code, meine liebe (my love)
⤷ yourusername it's because i've read sherlock
user4 i'm so jealous to my core
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yourusername livres et bisous (books and kisses)
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user5 the last picture is doing things to me
⤷ user6 y/n really won at love
⤷ user7 ik i'm so jealous of her
mickschumacher mon coeur (my heart)
⤷ yourusername mon ange (my angel)
user8 they're so in love i hate it here
⤷ user9 how can someone be as lucky as y/n fr
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mickschumacher back in switzerland before travelling up to belgium!
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user10 ugh he's so boyfriend
⤷ user11 i feel so painfully single rn
user12 legit every time i see a post of y/n there are books involved
⤷ user13 she's just like me fr
⤷ user14 our little hopeless romantic
yourusername i cannot believe you laughed at me when i cried at the book's ending
⤷ mickschumacher i'm sorry
⤷ yourusername you should be! at least bobby was there to comfort me
user15 y/n crying because she got emotionally invested in her book is so real of her
⤷ user16 I'm her, she is me
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yourusername i think i've packed enough books for the upcoming race week
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mickschumacher you think?
⤷ yourusername there's never enough to read
user17 maybe she could just watch mick race instead of reading her boring books?
⤷ user18 she's at like every fucking race, let her be if she wants a time out and just enjoy some reading
⤷ user19 also what if she has social anxiety and just doesn't want to talk to many people and therefore loves to read instead?
user20 i understand her struggle of never having enough books with me on vacation
⤷ user21 like at least 50% if my luggage is filled with books and then i always buy more
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yourusername mon petit prince (my little prince)
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user22 UGH I WANT THIS SO BAD
user23 y/n learning french with the help of mick and reading le petit prince is literally the most adorable thing i've seen all week
⤷ user24 i just know mick's really patient with teaching her french
⤷ user25 i didn't even know mick speaks french
⤷ user26 he grew up in switzerland, they get taught french there
mickschumacher your french is definitely getting somewhere!
⤷ yourusername i have the best teacher
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mickschumacher ma rose🌹(my rose)
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user27 HIM CALLING HER HIS ROSE BECAUSE HE IS HER PETIT PRINCE i am deceased
⤷ user28 boyfriend of the decade
yourusername je t'aime mon petit prince (i love you my little prince)
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⤷ mickschumacher je t'aime aussi ma rose (i love you too my rose)
user29 this is it i'm dead, died of envy
⤷ user30 how can i live laugh love under these conditions
user31 biting my fist rn
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While I absolutely love both BBC Sherlock and Sherlock & Co, Sherlock & Co definitely depicts a more healthy relationship between Sherlock and John.
For starters, on BBC Sherlock, Sherlock and John are both co-dependent on each other. John was implied to be suicidal before he met Sherlock. Sherlock relapses without John by his side. Even with Mary to substitute the void in his heart and help him find purpose again, John would never move on from Sherlock. If anything happened to John, it wouldn't end well for anyone, especially Sherlock.
On Sherlock & Co, one of John's only problems after returning home from Ukraine was that he couldn't afford a flat on his own. He seemed to be very excited about life, going on dates, couldn't wait to start his podcast. He was genuinely happy to see Mike.
Sherlock could easily manage on his own without John. He doesn't need to be reminded to eat, he doesn't need an assistant for cases, he doesn't need someone to take care of him. His only problem is that he needs a flatmate.
Although John and Sherlock both need each other to afford rent, they don't need each other for anything else. They want each other's company, they don't need it. They aren't two halves of a whole, they are two wholes coming together. That's how it should be with all healthy relationships, platonic, romantic, queerplatonic, or otherwise.
It also helps a lot that Sherlock isn't a complete jerk on Sherlock & Co. He genuinely treats John and everyone else with a kindness that while I believe BBC Sherlock is capable of it, he rarely showed it. When John's PTSD is triggered, Sherlock asks John if he'd rather sit out that case. He then asks John if he wants to hold hands and discuss his feelings. In part one of the Blue Carbuncle, Sherlock complimented, actually complimented John. That kind of scene just never happened on BBC Sherlock. John was doing his "That was fantastic! You're amazing!" and Sherlock said, "You flatter me, Watson. But you did awesome too! You should have seen the way you did that! It was brilliant!"
John seems like a much more well rounded happy person in general. Just listen to any of his viewer discretion warnings. "Greetings you handsome devil! This episode will contain a bit of the old swearing, a bit of violence, some drug use. Oh and a bit of duck poo!" I hate to make this comparison, due to how much it will sound like an insult. But he acts like the quirky Disney Princess personality that every Disney Princess from the 2010s has and I mean that in the best possible way. It's my favorite thing about him. He's so adorable.
In the Blue Carbuncle, John has a moment similar to ones that you've seen many times before on BBC Sherlock. John has plans that mean he won't be able to help with the case. He is going to Berlin to spend Christmas with his old army friends. It's going to be his first boys' trip in years. But then he gets so sucked into the case that he's almost late for his plane and decides to just stay with Sherlock anyway because the case is just so fascinating he can't leave. On BBC Sherlock, John has abandoned his plans, his job, his girlfriends, for a case because he couldn't stand to be without Sherlock for so long. Also because Sherlock would often crash is dates, ruin his relationships, just so that John could assist him on cases. On Sherlock & Co, Sherlock was happy for John that he was going out with friends, even though it would mean spending the holidays alone. And Sherlock LOVES Christmas, so it's sad to think that he would have to spend it alone.
Where BBC Sherlock would manipulate or guilt John into staying, Sherlock & Co Sherlock let John go and was genuinely fine with going it alone for a week or two, even if it meant being all alone on Christmas.
I love BBC Sherlock, toxic co-dependent relationships and all, and I always will. But Sherlock & Co gives a little something different and I am happy that my boys are happier.
SH: *laughing* What's so funny Watson?
JW: *laughing* It's just hearing you say "bell end"
SH: Lovely and jubbly
#sherlock & co#bbc sherlock#i genuinely love both#this isn't me complaining#this is just something i love about sherlock & co#as much as i hate co-dependent relationships and how toxic they are#i love bbc sherlock's johnlock portrayed as one in fanfics#but sherlock & co's johnlock is already so healthy and non-toxic#i love it almost a little bit more#sherlock holmes#john watson#johnlock
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learning to warm cold hands || ethan hunt
summary: after a particular mission, sunshine isn’t sunshine anymore, and it worries him. (aka a cliche angst to fluff fic with the following tropes: slightly sunshine and super sunshine, who did this to you, etc)
words: ~1.4k
warnings: angst, brief descriptions of violence, ethan being overly concerned for reader, but not much else asides from that
a/n: first ethan fic (requested by a lovely anon, thank you!!) and second mission impossible fic! btw, this fic is kind of an AU? i don't have a specific timeline for when it happens, so you can squeeze it in wherever :)
“Y/N, status update?”
“Northwest exit, 430 meters. I have one on my tail. But you know I’m Usain Bolt 2.0! I can definitely outrun this doofus, I mean, I bet my mile time is way better than his. I could've gone to the Olympics, for God’s sake. The Olympics! Where are you?”
“Stay there, I’ll come find you.”
“Ethan, wait, you can't just tell me to—“ You don’t even get to finish before a an explosive sound echoes across the narrow alleyway. You make a sharp left turn but find that you’d just hit a dead end. The door was locked. Shit. You only had one bullet left and there was a guy who was definitely at least twice your weight—and over a foot taller, too—coming after you. You wouldn't even have enough time to reload.
“Y/N. Y/N—“
You don’t get to hear the rest of what he’s saying before the static fizzes out and you lose connection.
“Hey there!” You give the beefy man who’s now mere meters away from you a cheerful smile. “Lovely weather today, don’t you think? Too bad it’s going to rain tomorrow. I love the rain but I hate lightning, because I almost got struck a year ago.”
He doesn't look too happy at this, whipping his gun out without a moment’s hesitation. You squeeze your eyes shut and pray as you slide the bullet in and he pins you against the wall by your neck.
He brings the gun to your head, and your weapon clatters to the ground. You curse under your breath. You can feel your airways constricting and there's a searing pain working its way through you.
“You're not going anywhere, princess.”
There's a split-second; a microsecond in which he pauses. Very briefly. You don't think, just do—you knee him in the groin, hard, and quickly grab the knife that's sheathed in your boot.
Saying one last prayer, you plunge the blade in, not even looking to see if you'd aimed right. He falls to the floor, stumbling, and you then lunge forward to disarm him.
Another deafening gunshot rings out just as Ethan rounds the corner and finds you there, standing over the man’s dead body like the angel of death. A pool of blood surrounds your feet, and he doesn't think he wants to know if that's yours or his.
“You made it out alive. Good job out there.”
Glancing over at him, you nod, but don't say anything. You toss him the data files without another word, and board the plane.
“I'm proud of you.”
More strained silence. Huh, weird… he thinks.
“Y/N, are you alright?”
No response. Ethan repeats himself again, “Are you alright? Did something happen?”
You strap yourself into your seat and tilt your head back, digging your nails into your wrist. Anything was better than being awake right now…
“Well, someone's uncharacteristically quiet.”
Still no response. Not even a snarky quip like you'd typically reply with. No nicknames, no bickering, no random fun fact you googled on the way over here. “Did you know that a pig can digest an entire human body, bones and all? That makes me think a little extra every time we pass through the European countryside and see one of them.”
All he gets is silence from your end, and it starts to worry him.
That’s when he follows your gaze downwards. You're clutching the left side of your abdomen, trying your best not to make a sound.
His blood runs cold and his eyes darken. You can feel the pure rage radiating off him.
“Did he hurt you?”
“No…shit…Sherlock…” you croak out.
“You're hurt.”
No response again.
“Y/N, what the hell happened out there and who did this to you?”
More silence.
“Y/N, what did he do to you? How did he hurt you?”
After several more questions and several more failed replies, he forcefully moves your hand aside. Your shirt is stained a deep red and there's a gaping hole much bigger than Ethan wanted to see.
“You got shot.” He sighs. “Luther, how much longer?”
“Hour and five, but we can get there in 38.”
“Hurry.”
“On it.”
Ilsa brings him a thick roll of bandages. He tries to be as careful as possible as he disinfects and wraps up your torso, but every so often, you wince in pain.
“I'm sorry, sweetheart, just a few more minutes,” Ethan hurriedly apologizes. “Hang in there for me, okay?”
Once he's done, he sits down next to you and laces your fingers together, giving your hand a squeeze. You let out a shuddering sigh and slumped against him.
He pretends not to notice your watering eyes, or the crescent-shaped marks in your wrist. Or the way your left foot nervously taps out the rhythm to yours and his favorite song. Or the way your tears leave faint red tracks behind as they slip down your cheeks.
“I'm so sorry,” he repeats over and over again, “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.”
You don't sleep a wink that night. On any other day in Paris, you'd walk down to the farmer’s market below. You’d pick out Ethan’s favorite fruit and a new beret to have him wear jokingly, and maybe grab a croissant or two. Then you’d drag him along to the Louvre and point out each painting one by one and explain in great detail why you loved them so much. And he’d listen, because he could live purely off the sound of your voice for the rest of his life. He was never one for museums, but you loved them, and because he loved you, he started to love them, too.
But it's dark out, and after what had just happened the other day, you don't feel safe enough to leave the apartment. You tossed and turned for over half an hour before falling asleep, but jolted awake just a few minutes later, shivering violently. There was no way you were going to try and go to sleep again.
Ethan stirs awake, rubbing his eyes to see a dark figure slipping out the door.
He's quick to follow you up the staircase and to the rooftop. You're standing there in just a T-shirt (was that his?) and shorts, and it's freezing cold out, but you're sweating and fanning yourself.
“Y/N?”
You turn around at the sound of his voice. “Ethan…”
“What are you doing up here? I was worried about you.” He makes his way over to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, obvious concern on his face.
You bit your lip and started digging your nails into your wrist again.
“Talk to me, Y/N,” he pleaded. “Tell me what's wrong.”
You shook your head, feeling the skin of your wrist beginning to sting.
“Y/N, please. I want to help you. But I can’t do that when you won't talk to me, so please…tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m so tired, Ethan,” you finally spoke after a long pause, voice hoarse. “I should’ve—I shouldn’t be here right now, I should be dead because I panicked and I…I almost died. The man, he put the gun to my head and I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. I could’ve sworn to God that the whole ‘thing’ about you seeing your life flash by like a film reel was just a myth but it wasn’t. It scared the shit out of me because I kept seeing the same thing over and over. I thought…”
“What did you see?” he asked, voice gentle.
“I kept seeing your face. All I saw was your face.” You looked away, suddenly unable to make eye contact with him. Heat spreads across your cheeks. “I know I care about the whole damn team, but you—you’re my future, Ethan.”
He doesn’t say anything in response and instead, leans down to kiss you.
The sudden rush of warmth from his lips being pressed against yours makes you want to forget everything in the world and completely drown in him. This was home, you realized, and this is where I’m supposed to be.
And as the sun rises and spreads a brilliant pale glow over the horizon, Ethan can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this was also exactly where he was meant to be. Not fighting bad guys, but rather, standing on the rooftop of a tiny building in the 4th arrondissement with you in his arms and your head against his heart. He thinks he could have a lifetime of this.
“You’re my future, too.”
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hey!! ty for posting about the article talking about continuation of aa. I don’t know as much about the production of aa5 and 6 but you mentioned a person names Eshiro being responsible for the “no spoilers” rule being replaced. what/who is that? just in general giving u the floor to rant about aa5 and 6 beyond what u were able to say in that post and ur hopes for the future 💙✨ ok bye! :)
hiya!! (post here)
So, the story of why aa5 and aa6 are so different to aa4 basically boils down to a change in the team making it (and Eshiro was part of this).
Most people know Shu Takumi wrote and directed the original trilogy of Phoenix Wright games and then worked on Apollo Justice (although the director was technically Mitsuru Endo, people tend to think of AJ as the last "Takumi" mainline game). After that, he left the Ace Attorney team to complete and release Ghost Trick in 2010, and then he became involved in the development of Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright, which released in 2012.
While he was doing all of this, a "secondary" Ace Attorney team had arisen to keep working on the franchise - they had almost all worked on previous AA games and in 2009 and 2011 they were able to release the two Ace Attorney Investigations games.
The two most well-known members of this "team" are the producer Motohide Eshiro and the director Takeshi Yamazaki, and the fact that AAI2 is so beloved shows that they are by no means unable to make really, really good Ace Attorney games. But, with Takumi still busy with his other projects, and a good few years having passed since AA4, this team was asked to create a fifth Ace Attorney game in his absence.
This was, obviously, a challenge, and Capcom were likely in quite a rush to get a new mainline game out soon. Additionally, initial fan reception of AA4 was really not that good - many people hated the decision to disbar Phoenix in particular - and the game itself had many loose ends.
Eshiro, as the producer, decided that for AA5 it was better for the writers to not be held back by previous games, which manifested in what people think of now as the "no spoilers rule". This is why AA5 does not follow up on AA4, and likewise for AA6. Nowadays this decision is widely regarded as a very bad move, but on some level I empathise with it - AA has always been kind of reluctant to spoil past games, and you were always operating with the presumption that the player might be new to the series and wanted to go back to the previous games. Writing a follow-up that addressed AA4, while being acceptable to newcomers and not spoiling almost all of AA4's biggest twists, without the guy who originally came up with the story, would prove really difficult.
So they wrote Dual Destinies as a new story which followed AA4 but didn't really address it, and indulged in fanservice to try and restore the series status quo. It seems like the scenario changed a lot during development and they were pretty crunched for time, too - the final villain's models are apparently called FINALBOSS in the game files and completely broken if you look at them from any other angle.
After working on AA5, Yamazaki was apparently exhausted and didn't really want to make another Ace Attorney. Unfortunately for him, Shu Takumi was still off on his Sherlock & Souseki Victorian-Meiji Adventure, writing the Great Ace Attorney duology, and he wouldn't get done until 2017 when DGS2 came out.
Eshiro managed to persuade Yamazaki to work on AA6 by bringing him to conventions, and having seen the passion and overjoyed reactions from fans after AA5 came out, Yamazaki agreed to direct the sixth game, with Takuro Fuse (AA5 and 6's main artist) acting as co-director to ease the load. Some of AA6's cases were also created by guest writers; the SOJ artbook mentions a struggle for ideas, which explains the outlandish setting of Khura'in.
To the best of my knowledge (and I'm not sure this account is 100% accurate so anyone please feel free to correct me) this is why AA5 and AA6 are the way they are. Nobody is particularly to blame for how things turned out; there were just a couple of bad decisions along the way which has resulted in the games being looked back on by a lot of people with some contempt. Given the circumstances, I'm actually pretty impressed with how enjoyable Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice are, even if they don't reach the heights of the trilogy.
Yamazaki left Capcom in 2019. Eshiro went on to produce Dai Gyakuten Saiban 2, and I'm pretty sure he's still at Capcom.
What all of this means for the next Ace Attorney title is completely speculation, but the short version of the story is that Shu Takumi has finally come back from getting milk Herlock Sholmes Jail writing other games, and seems to be getting hyped up by capcom as the "Director of the Ace Attorney Series". This makes it very likely he will direct and write the next Ace Attorney game. At present we have no idea what this means - he could follow up on AA4's story as well as he's able, he could write another Phoenix game, he might go rogue and write an Athena game, he might do something completely different. But the next AA game will likely be around the quality of AA1-2-3-4 and DGS, not another AA5/6 situation.
As for the producer, this comes from the November 2020 leaks (which was very real - it's where we first got the TGAA localisation confirmed), but the only thing we heard about their projected AA7 was that it would be produced by a guy called Yasayuki Makino. He also produced The Great Ace Attorney collection, and if you read his dev blogs from that release, he credits AA4 for getting him into the series initially, and generally seems to be a huge Ace Attorney fan himself, pushing hard for TGAA to get a worldwide re-release after its unimpressive initial sales (and look how well that's worked out...!)
That's basically the story. I think AA7 will be great, actually, but at this point I will literally take anything, Capcom please my family is starving
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Box
Sometimes Sherlock's mind runs at high speed, sometimes he's brilliant and every input sparks a million deductions and interesting thoughts and new ideas. Sometimes he marvels at the complexity of his brain, the intricate rooms and spires of his mind palace.
Sometimes, and there's no other, less harsh word for it, sometimes Sherlock hates being in his own head.
Sometimes, when everything is loud and wild and too much, he feels like he would do anything, anything, to have a moment of peace. A moment of quiet, the insatiable engine of his brain stopping just for a second for a second so he can rest.
Sometimes, days are slow and grey and boring, and his mind is a slog of conflicting thoughts and memories, and the very idea of any kind of movement is already too much. Sometimes even the light hurts. Sometimes even John's voice is too loud. Sometimes even his dressing gown chafes his skin raw and even the air feels like pins and needles on his feet.
Sometimes Sherlock goes quiet, on days like this. Sometimes he gets high.
But he really hates the days when he gets nasty. He can't even really stop himself, he just spews out all the hateful thoughts about himself and other people into the face of the first person to touch him the wrong way.
Sometimes, that person is John.
Like about half an hour ago. Sherlock had been lying on the sofa since yesterday evening, unable, unwilling to even think of moving, and John had insisted he at least drink a bit of water.
Reasonable. Kind, even.
Sherlock opened his mouth and he eviscerated John. With deductions about his family, his bad habits, every tiny inadequacy in the bedroom he ever experienced (though their sex life, let's be honest, is fantastic, but at that moment he didn't care, it would hurt John and he would leave Sherlock alone in his misery).
John, predictably, left.
Sherlock seriously asks himself whether one of these days, John won't come back. And he's frankly baffled when John comes back, not twenty minutes after Sherlock said some things to him that Sherlock himself will probably not be able to un-hear.
But John doesn't even seem overly angry. Resolute, yes. Wearing his 'Fuck with me at your peril' face, yes. But not angry.
"Okay," he says. "This ends now. Sit up."
Curious in spite of himself, and fully aware of how thin the ice he's walking on currently is, Sherlock does as he's told.
John puts a nondescript cardboard box on the table. "We're playing."
Sherlock doesn't roll his eyes, but it's an effort. This is an old game, one John invented for him back when he first moved in to entertain Sherlock between cases. John calls it 'What's in the box'.
Sherlock calls it a waste of his precious time and brain capacity. It's never taken him more than ten minutes to guess what's in the box. The only reason it’s even a bit of a challenge is that John is delightfully unpredictable. But still, Sherlock always guesses correctly.
But one look at John's flinty eyes, the telltale tension in his jaw muscles and the way he stands nearly at parade rest tells Sherlock that arguing right now would perhaps not be altogether in his best interest.
Sherlock holds John's determined gaze for a moment, then, after John raises a challenging eyebrow, directs his attention at the box.
It's a square box of brown cardboard, about 20 centimetres in diameter, large enough to hold a novelty mug, for example. Sherlock picks it up and starts examining it. It's very light, he notices that immediately. It's also cool to the touch, and slightly damp. It's snowing outside, so the deduction that John just went out and purchased this box is immediately obvious. But did he purchase the contents as well?
It has no discernible smell aside from the slight whiff of John's hand cream and London snow. The edges are smooth, whatever John put in there fit easily. The box makes no noise when he shakes it, so either the contents are well-secured or fit the box so perfectly that there is no room for movement.
“Five questions,” John says quietly.
Sherlock acknowledges the rules of the game with a tilt of his head and asks his first question. “Did you purchase the contents?”
John nods. “Four.”
“Did you do it within the last hour?”
John shakes his head.
Sherlock looks up from the box and meets John’s eyes. John is watching him with a mixture of anticipation and wariness, and Sherlock is suddenly overwhelmed with guilt, with disgust at the horrid, uncontrollable part of him that’s capable of spewing such ugliness to a person he loves so much. “Why are you still here?” he whispers, holding John’s eyes.
“Where would I go?” John asks quietly, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Anywhere has to be better than here on days like today,” Sherlock answers, his voice raw with emotion and the full force of his self-loathing.
“Open the box,” John says gently, nodding at the small cardboard square between them.
“But the game-”
“Sod the game,” John says with his usual impatience. “Open. The bloody. Box.”
Sherlock decides arguing is pointless and opens the lid.
Inside is a lot of packing paper.
And inside the packing paper sits a small, square, velvet-covered ring box.
Sherlock looks up, surprised, aghast, shocked. “Why?” he asks, unable to say any more.
John shrugs, a quiet smile on his face. “Because. Because most days you’re wonderful. Because most days we have fun and adventure and closeness and great sex, because most days you’re brilliant and clever and funny and charming. Because on the days you’re not, you’re still you and I still love you. And I don’t see that changing any time soon. And I want you to be able to think about that when you look at that ring, and remember that even on the days when you hate your brain, I love it, and always will.”
Sherlock is speechless, helpless, planless in the face of this onslaught of affection. He looks down at the box and opens it with gentle, shaking fingers.
The rings are lovely, of course. Plain white gold, simple, perfect.
“I don’t know what to say,” he says, addressing his words to the box because if he looks at John now he might very well die of overload.
“It’s customary to say either yes or no,” John says, and underneath the teasing he can sense John’s actual uncertainty.
Sherlock takes John’s hand, encircling John’s ring finger with his fingertips, imagining the ring there. Finally, he looks up, and he smiles. “Yes.”
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The Aftermath (Lies Untold Drabble)
Your daughter attempted to stand on her own for the fourth time, and with a small smile, you reached out to steady her. It never not shocked you just how much she had grown in months. Still an infant, but the difference between now and when she was first born was so great. It was physical evidence of just how much time had passed, and that thought had your shoulders dropping a bit.
How was it that you got everything you wanted…and also nothing of the sort at the same time?
Your daughter was reunited with her father, and you were reunited with the only man to ever have your heart. However, the ways in how you found yourself in this predicament kept you up at night…among other things. Your daughter babbled, speaking half words that she had not quite gotten the hang of yet, and you picked her up.
You roamed your eyes over her face with a half-smile. Most days, it was like looking into some warped mirror, a very familiar face staring back at you. Other days, though, she looked so much like Sherlock it was almost terrifying, and you wondered how you had ever thought you could hide such from your husband. You blinked, mentally correcting yourself.
Ex-husband.
He had been a kind and sweet man, and while you held much guilt over how Sherlock had ruined things in the end, you would never feel guilt for simply wanting to make sure your daughter was taken care of. You could see it in his eyes that day, that he understood why you did it even if it did hurt, and sometimes your heart clenched when you recalled the way he stood up to Sherlock.
“I do not care. She is my wife, and in my heart that is our daughter, and I love them both.”
With the discovery of his daughter, Sherlock had shown a side to you that you never knew existed. The possessiveness and aggression had you wondering if you even knew him, at all, and no one was more angered than you when he used his money and influence to put your then husband in his place. As much as you had wanted your daughter to know her father and wanted him to be in her life, you had long made peace with your circumstances.
You had managed to find a great man who was taken with you from the start and build a life together. How funny… If you had never been so keen to settle in a whole other city just to avoid Sherlock Holmes, you might have actually succeeded in what you set out to do. You had accepted that Sherlock would not be the man you wanted him to be…and in less than two weeks, he had ruined everything you worked so hard to build.
You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of an opening door, and you tensed.
You did not need to look up in order to know it was the dark-haired detective who just walked in the door. You knew his gait anywhere, and you grimaced a bit at the way your daughter smiled, bouncing in your arms. She knew it too, and you both loved and hated how much she took to her biological father.
You kept your eyes on her as he neared, pressing your lips together when he completely blocked her from view as he leaned down to give her a kiss. Her face lit up at the action while yours remained the same, holding still as he held his soft lips to your cheek. His hand reached up to rest on the back of your neck, and you were unsurprised when he guided your lips to meet his.
“Good afternoon,” he murmured into the kiss, pulling away when you did not respond. “How was she today?”
You took a deep breath, pulling yourself to your feet.
“As well behaved as always.”
He hummed at that, and you could feel his eyes on you as you moved about the room, gathering her toys and such while resting her on your hip.
Your…relationship with the man was tense at best. While this was all you had ever wanted all those years ago once you discovered you were pregnant, there was so much anger leftover from how Sherlock had forced his presence into your life and ruining the nice life you had already made for yourself and her. The man had always been rather selfish, and perhaps it was on you for thinking he would simply walk away with the knowledge that he had a daughter in the world, and she would be cared for.
No.
How could you think he would ever accept that?
“Enola is in town.”
You perked up a bit at the mention of his sister, turning to look at him.
“She will be staying for a few days.”
You nodded, feeling your mood lighten some. You always did like the strong-headed girl, and you knew that his presence would be much more bearable with her around. At least, that was what you expected, but as Sherlock made his way towards you—slow and intimidating—you got the feeling that her visit would not be anything at all like what you wanted.
You watched him stop before you, slowly reaching up to brush his thumb over your mouth, his blue eyes focused on the action. His other fingers grazed your jaw, and you held your daughter tighter, like her presence would act as a barrier somehow between you and the man who was determined to keep you at any cost.
“I think it will do her some good to spend some much-needed time with her niece,” he began, making you swallow. “Give us some time alone.”
His heavy gaze roamed over your face, and you did not need to be a mind reader to know what was on his. Memories of the previous night made you shudder, but not in the ways you knew Sherlock would want.
“…and it will do you some good for us to come to a…mutual understanding.”
His gaze never broke from yours as he leaned down to kiss his daughter’s forehead.
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scarred from within
a/n: turtely is hurting so obviously one of my bois needs to hurt too.
a/n2.0: i am sorry.
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laying in bed. tears streaming down his cheekbones, into his ears. he hated that feeling of salt drops coming out of him and finding their way back into his body. as if they wanted to crawl back inside. as if his feelings wanted to bury themselves somewhere deep inside, where they couldn't be accessed anymore.
he hated that feeling, but he let it happen. he couldn't bring himself to care enough about his stupid tears in his poor ears to wipe them away.
feeling another tear breaking its way outside, just to hide in his hair again, sherlock thought of him. of all the sweet niceties. of appreciating words, of soft touches. the words never saying enough, the touches never lasting long enough.
his chest hurt and he thought it was ridiculous. heartache? because of an emotion? what a not-at-all-sociopathic thing to have.
and yet. here he was. aching with heartbreak.
hating mary for marrying the love of his life. hating the love of his life for having a different love of his life. love of your life - what does that even mean? sherlock sighed. he knew exactly what it meant to him: that he wanted to do everything with john. he wanted to solve crimes, and run through half of london, knowing he was right behind him. he wanted to talk with john - he always managed to bring the too many, too big, too fast thoughts into some kind of order with his simplicity. but it meant so much more to him than that. it meant that the thought of john was the only thing that kept him alive during his time in serbia. one whiplash - his imaginary john running towards him. second whiplash - john yelling his name. a third whiplash - a hand on his cheek. a fourth - imaginary john telling him to hold on. a fifth - telling him to be strong. a sixth - so he can come home to him. a seventh whiplash - so he can fix him. john would fix him, when he got home. he'd mend his wounded skin, his broken ego, his weakened mind.
that is what he believed in.
he never thought john would hit him too. he never realised his life scrambled the second he stepped over that rooftop. into the nothingness. and fell. he never realised that the mat underneath would not actually save him.
his heart had cracked back then. when he was laying on the concrete - blood all over his face, stinging his eyes, sticking in his hair - but it was john's voice, so weak, so hurt that cracked that thing in his chest. back then he thought "it is for the best. i am doing this for you. i'll come back for you and we'll be okay."
but it wasn't for the best. he had come back for john. and they were not okay.
and for the first time in his life sherlock realised what people meant when they said their heart was broken. there was no way it could ever heal from this.
sherlock felt this with such devastating certainty, it pricked new tears from his eyes. and it felt like those tears were sandpaper, scraping traces of sorrow into his face.
he almost laughed- it sounded and felt like a sob. ironic: he once thought his back was scarred, broken his skin apart, but he was still whole inside, because of john. now he felt broken from within... and his face... was scarred by tears. because of john.
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a/n: i'll write this with capital letters some time and upload it on ao3. rn this felt like it needed to be written without them.
tag list! (tell me if you wanna be added or removed please 💚) @justanobsessedpan @helloliriels @catlock-holmes @fluffbyday-smutbynight @inevitably-johnlocked @hisfavouritejumper @rhasima @forfucksakejohn @ohlooktheresabee @turbulenttrouble @so-youre-unattached-like-me @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @train-mossman @loki-lock @smulderscobie @timberva @grace-in-the-wilderness @chinike @jawnn-watson @whatnext2020 @escapingthereality @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @musingsofmyown @7-percent @speedymoviesbyscience @astudyin221b @francj15 @ladylindaaa @we-r-loonies @mxster-jocale @sherlockcorner @noahspector @our-stars-graveside @jobooksncoffee @baker-street-blog @macgyvershe @myladylyssa @battledress @a-victorian-girl @dreamerofthemeadow @oetkb12 @ohnoesnotagain @mutedsilence @jawnscoffee @raenchaosandcozyadashofmurder @lisbeth-kk @quickslvxrr @compact-and-beautiful
#writing is a coping mechanism#it's fine i'm fine#turtely writes#heartbreak#sherlock!whump#johnlock#bbc sherlock#sherlock#john watson#sherlock holmes#angst
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Us Tumblr users would be amazing parents.
Think about it.
Children with unique and powerful names like Moriarty, the Greed-ler, Jerma985, Loki, Vriska, Anon Hate, John Green, and Destiel marching into the next generation like ants.
We’d teach our kids to be strong. They’d never get bullied. Because if they got bullied, they’d just tell the bullies to go kill themselves.
We’d teach our kids to be kind. They would treat each other with the kindness of commenting on one’s fanfiction on Ao3.
We’d teach our kids to be resourceful and smart. Us Tumblr users are known for surviving show hiatuses. But we make through. We make through with gay fanart, analysis of every damn episode, and dedication. We survived the Sherlock finale in 2017. I think our kids could survive nuclear warfare.
We’d show our kids art. Not that Cocomelon bullshit, not throwing them in front of an iPad, not letting their soul be consumed by Blippi episodes. We’d show them art. Art such as:
- Ouran High School Host Club
- Divergent
- Homestuck
- Once-ler
- Quirkybrittany
And more. So much more.
We’d build the best families.
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Road Trip?
College au!
Mean! athlete!Ellie x trying to stand up for herself! Kind of an art major?(f)reader lmao
Ofc not proof read
pt 2 pt 3 pt 4 pt5
Synopsis: Ellie and you are roommates in your shared dorm, both in different majors, you ever see each other when it comes to be at the dorm, on parties or with Dina, your shared best friend. At first Ellie was nice, always kept to herself but never mean, until she got her first college girlfriend, everyone keep telling you how much she looked like you, including Dina. So when Ellie "cheated" on her ex, her reputation went from friendly reserved football player, to fuck girl, "I got all the girls" asshole, or so it seemed to you…
My eyelids dropped without my permission and sometimes closed. My neck sank in. My hand coincided with the brush, creating a large stripe on the canvas that hid the hours of work I had put into the face.
that was the part of the self-portrait I had the most trouble with.
When I saw my disaster, I groaned and stepped back as not to lash out and destroy the painting.
I looked at it from that distance. I realised that the proportions were off, that I lost the intensity of the pose. that the colours weren't strong enough in important areas, but too bright in others.
"Forty-five minutes," I jumped up from the floor and looked back at the familiar voice.
She chuckled and pointed to the picture, "The proportions are off," and I rolled my eyes at her remark.
"no shit sherlock" I slumped my shoulders and moved my head back and forth as the pain in my back got worse.
From behind me, I felt her arms sneak up to my shoulders and rub them with her calloused hands. "You know, I feel like you're thinking about this too much." I felt her hot breath tickle my ear, so close to my neck, so close to my face.
There wasn't much I could do. I let myself fall into her embrace, both of her arms now towering over me, holding me close, intertwining at my waist.
My body relaxed, but my heart beat so fast that I could feel it in my mouth
"Why don't you want me to make you feel good?
"I don't trust you, Williams." I rolled my eyes and turned on my heel to look at her.
The hairs on my arms bristled, don't let her win, my mind screamed as I tried to keep my gaze on hers.
She closed the space between our bodies, and I realized I wasn't moving.
thereupon she tilted her head a little to the side without taking her eyes off me, her grin widened, oh she knows, she knows she can't win, not his time...
I felt her towering over me, her body was so close to me I could smell her shampoo. I felt the warmth her body radiated, I could hear her breathing. My shoulders slumped forward and I shifted my line of sight.
She was laughing so hard at my pathetic attempt, I am tired, her presence irritated me. "What do you want anyway, Williams?" "I just want to help my lovely roommate," the playful grin on her handsome face grew even wider, "I don't need your help..." Ellie moved closer to me and put a hand behind her ear in a cartoonish way, "Speak up babe, you know I hate it when you whisper."
"I am too busy for your shit, plus, don't you have your exam tomorrow? You should study." my voice sounded a bit rougher than I expected, the hand that was behind her ear, was now in her heart. she opened her mouth, opened her plump lips, and closed her eyes while faking a gasp. "don't know, if you care about me or if you hate me" she turned around after seeing my uninterested reaction "Okay, well. fine... I have something to ask you, or rather propose to you." she picked up her backpack and opened it, holding out a scribbled note to me, her handwriting read.
"Van rent= on Joel
Feeding and extras= on us
Gas= on Joel"
"Okay, do not look at me like that, Y/N!". I handed her back the note, the simplicity of which, actually gave me more questions than answers.
"What's this?"
"t's a road trip, a van trip, an almost-everything-paid-for plan!" her face was beaming, her hands moving from side to side as if it was not obvious enough
"I mean yeah, but why are you showing me this?" didn't she wanted to get as far away from me as possible? As far as I knew, she did not like me.
"Doll, you fried all your little brain cells, trying so to figure out how to get your picture?" she rolled her eyes "look, the plan was Dina" I looked at Ellie with raised eyebrows "our Dina?" "Our Dina" she confirmed, calming down a bit as she was still having a hard time sharing our friend with me. "Her boyfriend Jesse and I." she paused, her features tightening. "but Dina did not want to let you down for spring break, so you are invited." she sat down on the mattress, opened her legs to be more comfortable, propped her forearms on the bed and looked at me.
"So, all I have to pay for is ..."
"Food and extras," she interrupted me, running a hand over her face, "I read it, but what are extras?"
"I do not know, Y/N, souvenirs maybe? Whatever else you want to buy?"
"Where do you wanna go?" "I do not know, Y/N. We are going to the beach, LA maybe, and then to Chicago, Broadway, all that good shit"
"Who's driving?"
"Jesse and me."
"Does your dad know I am going too? Did he agree?" Ellie rolled her eyes.
"He's not my dad. but yeah, he knows. Dina asked him if you could come. he still thinks you are the "cute girl who helped me bring my stuff to the dorm." he likes you more than I do."
"Well, I like him more than you."
"Shut up." she tensed and looked down, shying on me. I considered teasing her a little for that, however I choose to ask a different question.
"For how long? "
"The whole spring break. We'll be back a few days before school start." she said now, bored of looking at me, looking at her hands up close.
"look, sleep on it okay? You look like a living corpse" her remark came after I didn’t answer the last part. "you wake up tomorrow morning, ditch the first few lectures, finish the painting and you tell me what I wanna hear" she was now standing, rocking side to side.
"and what do you want to hear?" I stepped closer, squinting my eyes, my head moved to the side in anticipation.
"I wanna hear you say yes Doll."
#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#lesbian#sapphic#wlw#mean!ellie#artist oc#your name au#i dont wanna use the yourname card but i imagined the convo and she name dropped so i coukdnt just not use it fuk#probably eventual smut#athlete!ellie#roadtrip
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I really want to do my end of year sappiness post right now so I am going to do it. This year. This year, this year was the year that the fact that I made it is something I have to talk about it, because honestly I wasn’t sure between everything. And in the trauma (the activated Jewish Trauma Genre), in the hate I have also found love. Am Yisrael Chai. We live. I live.
Which is why I have to first send my love to my Jewish Mutuals/Friends and to Jumblr - @cephalopodvictorious @captainlordauditor and just, every one of my Jewish Mutuals and people who have sent kind words. Who have made me, a patrilineal mizrahi jewish woman reconnecting with her heritage and faith because of abuse feel Jewish enough to go to Synagogue.
This year was, despite everything the year I reconnected with old friends (shout to my friends in physical space - E, R, C and C), I took an art class, I swam more, I wrote a bunch of words, I found my love of art again and discovered that I might, might be good at it, I even asked for things like gifts even though it’s Terrifying.
To my saatis. My sisters. My chosen family. Thank you for everything - the phone calls you let me schedule, the chats and the wise words and the blorbos and from some of you the in person hugs (there will be more I will offer hugs to and I will also hug again). @shes-a-voodoo-child @bibliothekara @wheresonichedgehogwnt @pearlsthatwereeyes @star-anise @notabuddhist @kawuli lemonsharks @maevedarlings @ruffboijuliaburnsides @taibhsearachd @blackeyedgirl-writes @armyofthedaegiloth @strangeetudes @findingfeather
@bessemerprocess @sarking @jesidres @kshandra @amadistuff FRIENDS. FRIENDS. Love you to the moon and back - and we are here. We are here.
And @geeoharee - The Sherlock Content <3.
To the Pocket Friends Who Have/Are Becoming(If It’s okay obviously!) Become Friends: @rahabs whose kindness I will never ever forget. To @theladyelizabeth who patiently answers my questions about all kinds of Tudors Things and who is like, The Best. To @nocompromise-noregrets for Ellie, for answering archives questions and just in general. To @gen-is-gone - a saati in the making, holder of correct Doctor Who Opinions forever. To @herawell - the bravest when scared, indulges my OT3 verse. To @miabicicletta - one of the best fic writers, so generous and kind and whose comments make my entire day. @eidetictelekinetic - my favourite Tudors Fic Writer is my Friend Now and is awesome.
@jkthinkythoughts <333333.
@lorata - whose worldbuilding leaves me in awe and who is just, frankly absolutely great.
@isagrimorie because CORRECT DOCTOR WHO AND BEST META
@feuillesmortes for never failing to make me think, to post beautiful poetry and for the best H7/EOY sources and for always, above all being kind.
@hoursofreading @becauseforoncethisisme (special shout out to you <3) @disredspectful (oh my gosh your words)
@anhaga @goshawke @beatrice-otter @alexseanchai <333333
Also @nurselaney for indulging my Thomas/Mihrimah Content and also the women of the SOE.
@sherwoodknights for Scarlet Pimpernel and also Patrick Gibson feels.
@quillington - for correct Anne Boleyn and Scarlet Pimpernel thoughts and also being The Sweetest.
@lordlykisses - kindness and Taylor Swift. And @cleoselene for Taylor Swift and kind words I will also never forget.
To The Cromwell/James Frain Appreciation Brigade - @uncheckedaggression @reallyginnyf (also a fellow hurt/comfort enjoyer) @cinemaocd - thank you <3.
To all the West Wing Discord People - I adore you. Thank you for being so kind and welcoming and wonderful.
And to all my mutuals. Thank you for bearing with me this year, with so much kindness. I know it’s been A Lot but I have, despite everything felt so so loved.
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Ikevamp au where everything is the same except the suitor falls in love with you, but you hate them.
Imagine. An otome game, but you constantly turn down the guy.
Napoleons route: what makes you think I want to be your body guard?
You: what makes you think I want to be near a panty sniffer?
Napoleons route later: wait... I think I'm in love with her
You: why won't he leave me alone.
Wait why is this actually hilarious
Mozart's route: no one likes you and no one wants you here.
You: what makes you think I want to spend my time with a man who meowed at people?
Mozart's route later: so I actually really like your company
You: I've never enjoyed being around you for a moment after you called me a nuisance.
How would you expect me to fall in love with either of these two after they both tell me they want nothing to do with me. Please explain
Leonardo's route: I'm going to drag you around the city and have you help me with things
You: please just let me be depressed in the mansion
Leonardo's route later: I've really been enjoying our time together
You: please just let me be depressed in the mansion.
Just let her do her thing. She wants to go back home with no strings attached. Make sure she doesn't try to kill herself but please don't drag her along against her will.
Arthur's route: you're a pretty little thing
You: touch me and I will scream and bite you myself. Never speak to me. Don't even perceive me.
Arthur's route later: so it all started when I was a wee lad
You: didn't I tell you to stop acknowledging me? I'm not interested in your trauma. I didn't even know who wrote Sherlock until I got here
Let be real. Most of us didn't actually know. We knew Sherlock didn't write Sherlock but we didn't know it was some crazy fairy man.
Vincent's route: you're really sweet and I think we should be friends
You: yes. Friends is nice. You seem very nice
Vincent's route later: so..I..um...I want to be more than friends.
You: learn how to have a negative emotion and stop acting like being sad is a bad thing.
The boy is honestly toxic. He's going to invalidate your negative emotions I feel it.
Theo's route: hondje! You saw my scar and so now you're going to work for me!
You: shouldn't I be the one trying to blackmail you??
Theo's route later: you're actually a really good worker and have a good eye for art. I like you hondje
You: so you like capitalism? Am I even getting paid? I didn't travel through a door just to run around the city and sell art work
I'll never understand how it makes sense that Theo thinks he can make her do things bc he assumes she noticed some random ass scar. WHAT'S WRONG WITH EVERYTHING LEARNING YOU GOT SHOT. YOU DIDN'T COME FROM THE FUTURE. THEY CAN TECHNICALLY LOOK UP HOW YOU DIED.
Why did I have a hard time coming up with one for Isaac. Ik that boy is problematic but why am I having issues
Isaac's route: HOW DONT YOU KNOW ABOUT *insert very complicated scientific theory*
You: I went to public school my dude. Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell
Isaac's route later: she's very kind and patient. Is this what love feels like??
You: IF HE COULD SHUT UP ABOUT HIS WORK FOR 5 SECONDS THAT WOULD BE GREAT
I know once I post this I'll think of a better one for Isaac. But oh well. Boy needs to let you talk about your day.
Dazai's route: you're so cute. I'm going to adopt you as my little sister
You: you're a little weird... But I guess this is okay
Dazai's route later: so I really like you, but I need to push you away and act like I don't care because it's what's best
You: I have been here for two weeks and you've tried to kill yourself 4 times. How did you think I could mentally handle that let alone want to date you, PLUS YOU KEEP CALLING ME YOUR LITTLE SISTER
He sibling zones you up until the very end. What kind of Alabama kink do you got going on, Dazai
Jean's route: I'm not sorry that I bit you. Don't talk to me, I don't want friends. No one understands me anyway.
You: if Comte doesn't beat your ass for biting me then I'll do it myself.
Jean's route later: I think I'm learning what love is. She's helped me with so much and I want to repay her
You: he bit me and never apologized or got in trouble. Why the hell would I ever be interested in him. He's treating life like a SURVIVAL GAME
I have many complaints about Jean. But my main one is the biting and him never getting in trouble for it bc he's the favorite child.
Will's route: you found and read my note book and now I have to keep an eye on you so you don't tell anyone that I'm using this information against them to possibly get them killed!
You: sooo...you aren't writing all of this because you have bad social skills and are just trying to better understand everyone because they are all from a vastly different time period than you? Thanks for telling me your plan.
Will's route later: so I've realized the error of my ways and I'm not going to do the deed any more and I hope you can forgive me
You: LET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN VILLA
Will became a little too obsessed. Oops
Comte's route: it is my fault that you are here, so I will protect you and take care of all your needs while you are here. You'll be the daughter I never had
You: thanks! I'll work around the mansion to pass the time and get to know everyone better
Comte's route later: I know I have pushed you away multiple times but I really love you and I want to spend centuries with you
You: I have seen how bad of a parent you are and I've picked up your dirty clothes off the floor I don't think this is going to work
Comte just keeps daughter zoning you and then is like "so I love you" IS THIS WHERE DAZAI GETS IT FROM.
Sebastian's route: every time you do something wrong I'm going to flick your forehead
You: do that one more time and I swear to God I'm slapping that grin off your face
Sebastian's route later: being with you is making me miss home and consider going back to our time. I would love to go back with you and spend our lives together back in Japan
You: there's so many reasons why this wouldn't work out and staying at the top: YOU TOOK SOME RANDOM PILLS SOME PRIEST GAVE YOU. Not to mention you didn't tell ANYONE you were dying
If you're gonna fall in love with me at least tell me you're going to die in a few months.
Also not going to do the trio in this moment. Oops sorry
#ikevamp#ikemen vampire#ikevamp napoleon#ikevamp mozart#ikevamp leonardo#ikevamp vincent#ikevamp theo#ikevamp arthur#ikevamp Isaac#ikevamp dazai#ikevamp jean#ikevamp shakespeare#ikevamp comte#ikevamp sebastian
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Round 2
Propaganda Under Cut
Joan Watson
How were BBC Sherlock shippers so rancid about a WOMAN who wasnt even in the SAME SHOW?????
Lucy Liu real life victim of yaoi despite being on a DIFFERENT TV SHOW. And everyone was so busy hating her for getting in the way of johnlocke that they ignored the massive yuri potential of Elementary :(
she wasn't even in the same SHOW as the yaoi I've been convinced she deserves to win the entire poll. I was a Johnlocker but I did watch the first season of Elementary and it was fine????? It was totally okay????? Especially in hindsight given how hard Sherlock season four flopped. Also Lucy Liu is a queen and deserved zero vitriol for *checks notes* playing a character???? A fucking fictional character???????? Oh my god we were all SO mean to this show and we (or at least I) thought it was like The Good Fight™️, like we were defending BBC Sherlock against copyright infringement and straightwashing and Jonny Lee Miller's bizarre scarf, (it wasn't a good scarf I do stand by that) but then Elementary didn't make Holmes and Watson a couple either???? And also it didn't insult its audience constantly etc etc we've all seen the Hbomberguy Sherlock is Garbage video. This is really long sorry hashtag justice for Joan Watson.
Yona
She’s the fiancé of prince Sidon, (arranged marriage) and since Sidon is almost always shipped with link, people went feral the second they saw her. She’s genuinely very kind and cares about her people and wants Sidon to be happy! She is NOT jealous, she wants him to hang out with his Best Friend. I have seen firsthand in real-time, people being SO misogynistic and cruel, and saying she’s ugly. She’s good in a crisis, very friendly, has a great design, and she doesn’t deserve the hate in the slightest!
so the breath of the wild fandom is pretty well known for REALLY liking prince sidon aka that one really tall fish guy. and they're also really well known for shipping him with link because every fandom needs a gay ship right. so then the sequel (totk) comes around and it's revealed that sidon has a fiance now and it's not link it's some zora girl from another domain. the game hasn't even been out for a month but i've seen people act so vile towards her like yona get behind me!!!!
i think it should really be mentioned now people in her round 1 poll were literally still treating her like shes there to stop yaoi that was never intended to be canon to start this with.in the poll about criticizing people doing that.
#poll#round 2#cbs elementary#elementary#joan watson#legend of zelda#botw tears of the kingdom#botw#totk#totk yona#lady yona
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I'm sorry but I'm about to treat your ask box like a confessional.
You kind of deserve it, though, because due to your Sherlock rewatch posts I've been forced to remember that 1. Sherlock is a show that exists and 2. that I wrote Sherlock fanfic when I was 13... about SHERLOCK and MOLLY.
In my defence, I was a deeply deeply deeply repressed bisexual who hadn't realized it yet - so all of the obvious and insane gay stuff between Sherlock and John just completely sailed over my head. Also propaganda worked really well on me as a child - so basically I was the ideal viewer for Moftiss lol. There'd be scenes where people mistook Sherlock and John for a couple and I'd go 'huh that's kind of strange that keeps happening' but then it would be played off as a joke and I'd go 'oh yes of course, silly me! Gay people only exist as the punchline! Sherlock and John would NEVER be interested in each other that way. I can't believe anyone would ever think that haha.'
Flash forward to 2017. I'm 17 years old. I've kissed other women by now and have had my brain chemistry rewritten by copious amounts of slash fanfiction. Still young, but wiser to the ways of the world than I once was. The last time I watched Sherlock, I had been 14 years old. Sherlock season 4 airs. I watch it with my mom. It's so bad my brain immediately initiates a trauma response and wipes all memory of Sherlock away. This continues for years. The only times I remember Sherlock exists is whenever I joyfully watch hbomerguy's Sherlock Is Garbage video while I'm knitting or painting or something. Also whenever I have to type in a password for an account I made when I was 13 - because my go-to password was 'SHERLOCKED' back then, unfortunately.
Flash forward to now. I'm 24 years old. And I start seeing your posts about Sherlock. Like a sleeper agent, it awakens something in me. Yesterday, I spent a perfectly good Saturday - one I could have spent doing literally anything else - reading Johnlock fanfiction. I am suddenly re experiencing the show through new eyes, seeing all the queerbait I never did before. Getting hate-crimed on the daily. I'm thinking about Sherlock at work, at my adult fucking job. I'm watching scenes from the show on youtube in my office, quickly and guiltily clicking away whenever a coworker comes to chat. I am considering doing my own rewatch. I am realizing for the first time that John and Sherlock were literally in love. It's the only lens through which you can view the show and still have it be somewhat enjoyable. They literally put Mary in a wedding dress shooting Sherlock in his mind palace on TV. I feel like I'm having a religious experience, I feel like I'm insane, I feel like I'm 13 again. This is all vaguely November 5th-ish for me lol.
Anyway. I just thought you should know the impact your rewatch is having on the population. Sorry for the novel in your inbox. I've been desperately trying to find my old Sherlock x Molly fanfic to read for the lols but I think I deleted it off ffnet. I am both having the time of my life while also desperately hoping I forget Sherlock ever existed again soon. So, basically - thank you/curse you for this.
This is perhaps the best ask I’ve ever received?? I converted a sherlolly shipper in the year 2023? Listen I’d never wish a season 4 rewatch on anyone but I would highly recommend watching s1-2 and the wedding episode for a truly out of body experience. I felt more strongly about this show/ship than any other in my life and it was STILL worse than I remembered
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Part 17
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Part 16 🟣 Part 18
A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock
Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...
Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst. Girl-gossip shenanigans.
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: I'm very sorry, @deandoesthingstome, but this chapter is exactly what you hate most 😂😂 That said... We need some girl-gossip up in this bitch. Enjoy!
@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @livisss @itsrubberbisquit @ktficworld
“Hey, is that Professor Holmes?”
You followed Katie’s gaze to the side only to find that she was right: Sherlock was indeed in the cafeteria of your building, and he was walking towards the table where you and your friends were sitting. “It is,” you answered plainly.
“God, it’s a shame he’s no longer teaching here… I’d almost switch schools to take one of his classes, and that’s just because of that face.” Rose sighed.
Her remark made you chuckle. “You know he’s a vampire, right?” you noted amusedly. “He can hear you.”
Closer inspection of Sherlock’s face showed no sign that he had indeed heard what Rose had said, but there simply was no other option.
“Who cares, I bet the man knows he’s a whole damn meal,” Jenelle helpfully added.
“Mmm, fine dining,” Rose chuckled. “Aren’t you supposed to be a lesbian, J?”
“I have eyes,” Jenelle deadpanned.
“You guys,” you hissed angrily. The whole conversation was making you incredibly uncomfortable. You lived with Sherlock, for crying out loud. You were… involved with him.
His soft chuckle sounded behind you as a strong arm reached around you to put something on the table — a book. “Mike said you needed this,” he said kindly, “and I had an appointment on campus, anyway.” The fact that he skipped out on your usual ‘darling’ left you a little deflated. Of course, you’d never taken the time to discuss if you would take your slightly unorthodox relationship public…
“Oh, really?” you answered, trying hard to keep your nervousness out of your voice. “What kind of appointment?”
“I’m assisting in another plagiarism case,” he answered. “The school was able to replace me as a professor, but my other talents are significantly harder to come by.” His hand landed on your shoulder for hardly more than a second, and then it was gone again. “I will see you tonight, right? August is making pasta.”
“Yeah,” you said softly.
When Sherlock turned around to walk away, it stung. You wanted to hug him, instead of hiding your relationship — although you hadn’t actually ever defined what that relationship was, exactly. One look around the table at your friends told you they already knew there was something going on.
“Seriously?” Katie snapped when Sherlock had disappeared from the cafeteria. “You are cheating on Mike?”
Shit. Of course, you had considered that explaining your situation would be tough, but you hadn’t counted on Katie going full Queen of Judgement.
“I’m not…”
“Save it, bitch,” she hissed. “How could you? Mike is so cute and…”
“Katie, shut up,” you snapped. “I’m not cheating. Mike knows, he’s… he’s okay with it. And it’s complicated.”
“Complicated how, girl?” Jenelle asked, sounding a lot more calm than Katie.
“Alright,” you sighed, “can this stay between us?” The three nodded. We’re you really doing this? Jenelle worked at the Bank, she’d have no problems with this, but Katie… She grew up about as sheltered as you had, and your best guess was that her family wasn’t exactly more forgiving on the vampire stuff.
“I’m a natural,” you blurted out before you could talk yourself out of coming clean to your friends.
“Luxury vampire food, you mean?” Rose said, her eyes wide. “Girl, you can make a killing off that!”
“How would you know?” Katie asked, disdain very clear in her voice.
“Oh, don’t be a hick about it. My sister is one. She’s making fucking bank at some club downtown. She could probably het you an inter— oh my God!”
“What?” Jenelle asked. You didn’t respond.
“You’ve been paying for lunch, not as worried about your student loans… You are making money!” It was impossible to interject, because Rose and Jenelle started to chatter excitedly while the look of disbelief on Katie’s face only grew stronger.
And then she snapped.
“You’re some filthy fucking blood whore?” Right, there it was. She didn’t even wait for an answer — not that anything you could have told her would have calmed her down, because you were, by any definition of the word, a blood whore. Somehow, it stung a lot more now that Katie said it than it had when August had mentioned it.
“Katie, seriously?” Jenelle scoffed. “You know I feed vamps for a living, too, right?”
As she said it, Katie turned pale. “I didn’t,” she muttered quietly, and she began to gather her stuff. “I have to go.”
When she rushed out of the cafeteria, Rose and Jenelle looked at each other, and then at you.
“I guess her family values don’t quite line up with city life,” Rose said.
“With normal life, you mean?” Jenelle sneered, clearly not upset by what had just happened.
“Hey,” you replied, “take it easy, she’s…”
“A bitch, girl.” Rose rolled her eyes. “I know she’s a lot like you, and I know you bonded over leaving your small-town family behind and everything, but even you have to admit that you did a way better job adjusting than she ever did. She honest to God didn’t even try.”
You knew she was right, but it still felt wrong to talk about someone you’d considered one of your closest friends like this. Especially when she was being accused of being what you were, too: A small-town girl.
Then again, they weren’t wrong in saying you’d come a long way since then. In fact, you were absolutely certain that your parents would die of shock when they found out about your arrangement with your roommates. Actually, you were pretty sure they’d already keel over if they only heard you were living with four guys, regardless of whether or not they were vampires.
They also weren’t wrong in saying that Katie hadn’t exactly made the steps you had. Quite the contrary, if you had to admit it.
You sighed.
“Girl, tell us more,” Jenelle said, putting her hand on your arm and squeezing you lightly. “I take it there’s an arrangement of sorts with these hottie-hot-hot roommates of yours?”
“Up to and including Professor McDreamy?” Rose sighed, the look in her eyes revealing she’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.
You nodded. “Yep. I never thought it would be this intimate, though…”
“We’re ditching this lecture, aren’t we?” Rose asked, looking at Jenelle, who nodded.
“Girl we’re out of here. Come on.”
“Hold on, so you slept with Pornstache? I mean… Augustus, was it?”
“August,” you corrected Jenelle, “and… I mean it’s only happened once so far.”
“And the cop?” Rose butted in.
“Not yet…” Why were you having this conversation again?
“And the pretty professor?” Jenelle asked. You’d been wondering about that, actually. Because the truth, which you also told your friends, was, of course, that you and Sherlock hadn’t had sex, even though you spent the occasional night in his bed.
“Maybe he’s waiting for you to bring it up? He seems like that kind of guy,” Jenelle said when you had finished the story of your first kiss — leaving out the part about Mike running off for now — and the nights you had spent together.
“J, we don’t know him,” Rose laughed.
“No, she’s right. He’s that kind of guy. So sweet, so considerate… Very insistent I take my supplements.” The quizzical looks on your friends’ saves made you laugh. “He can tell when I need vitamins. As in… he can taste it. So he makes sure I take what I need… it’s…”
“God, I want someone to take care of me like that…” Rose sighed. Jenelle agreed with her.
You had to admit; it was nice to have someone look after you. And you had four someones, even.
“But like, Mike was okay with all that?” Jenelle asked, and you knew your hopes of leaving out the part about him running off were shattered.
The story left Jenelle and Rose speechless for a moment, and then Rose laughed. “Christ, he's adorable,” she snickered, “I feel so bad for him. No, really…”
“Oh, the impact that remark would make if you weren't cackling like a crazy witch,” Jenelle said.
“I'm sorry, it's just… On brand for him, somehow? Does that make sense?” It did. It really did.
“August would say that it's because Mike is just a baby,” you blurted out before you were able to really think it through.
“Yeah, wait, how old are these guys?” Of course Jenelle asked the question you'd been dreading.
“Eh… Mike was born in the sixties, if I recall correctly. August and Marshall are four hundred years old, give or take, and Sherlock just under nine hundred years.” Was it just you or was it hot in here all of a sudden?
“Hm…” Yeah. Hmm. That sounded about right — you hadn't really worked out how to deal with that information yet, either.
“How old were they when they were turned?” Rose asked, making you instantly worried about something you had somehow failed to consider at all.
“God… I don't even know,” you muttered.
“You never asked?” Jenelle couldn't wrap her head around that. “How could you not ask?”
“It didn't really matter…”
“It doesn't matter,” Rose said matter-of-factly, “but I still want to know.” Ah. Rose's curiosity was the bane of your existence from time to time — and the reason for some of the better conversations you'd had with her.
“Mike was in his early twenties, I believe. And I'm guessing Sherlock and August are in their late thirties, early forties. Marshall… Mid-thirties, I think? I honestly don't know!” And you cursed yourself for it.
“It doesn't really matter. Their legal documents have their original birthdates on them, anyway,” Jenelle pointed out. “I used to work the desk at the Bank before I decided to give feeding a shot.”
“I know Sherlock doesn't have one. His driver’s license says ‘ADB’,” you remembered. Rose gave you a questioning look.
“Approximate date of birth,” Jenelle explained, although that didn't seem to make it much clearer.
“Legislation changed so many times during his life, and he's had to hide and lie about his age and pretend to be human and whatnot… He genuinely doesn't remember when he was born, exactly,” you clarified.
“Years and days are often just an estimate, even if you only go back about a century,” Jenelle added.
“It sounds horrible to not know when you were born,” Rose said quietly, a worried look on her face.
“I know the guys don't mind much… They're mostly glad they can feed legally,” you muttered.
“They must be really happy they ran into you,” Jenelle said with a wink. “I hear these arrangements are kinda rare, like… people pay top dollar to be a part of one.”
There was a question somewhere in that statement, and it was easy enough to tell what it was, exactly; what's the deal?
“Yeah…” You hesitated. You'd barely come to terms with the agreement yourself. Sharing it was something else entirely.
“You know you can trust us, right?” Rose said. She was at least as curious as Jenelle.
“Yeah, it's just… It's a lot, okay? Basically I don't pay rent and utilities, and I get… let's call it an allowance. Please don't make me tell you how much that is. It's basically a very generous grocery budget, that's all I'm gonna say about that.”
Your cheeks were burning and you couldn't keep your hands from trembling as you waited for your friends' reactions to what you'd just told them.
They were silent for a beat, and then Rose squealed. “Girl, oh my God, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!”
She meant it — as did Jenelle, who furiously nodded in agreement of what Rose had just said.
“Truth be told,” you said. Now that you were fessing up anyway, there was something you had to get off your chest. “I'd do it for free.”
“No way,” Jenelle said, “I've had shifts where the drip — like, the painkiller chemicals — didn't take well, and I swear I wanted to die after the third or so client.”
“But you're not a natural,” Rose replied. “My sister told me it feels good.”
“Oh, it does,” you blurted out, “it really does. They could feed on me all day and I'd be so perfectly happy! Mike even…” No. That was… It wasn't that you'd never shared any intimate details about your sex life with Rose and J, but this…
“Mike even what?” The girls said in unison, and you wished you could disappear.
“God, alright, eh… He likes to drag it out.” You shrugged. As far as you were concerned, that was plenty of information for them. They disagreed.
“Bitch, I sw-"
“Alright, alright,” you shushed Rose, who seemed to calm down — but looks can be deceiving, especially in very tiny, copper-curled physics students. As far as you'd experienced, at least.
“Mike one hundred percent feeds during sex,” Jenelle said indifferently. You hated how spot-on she was.
“Yup,” you said. “And remember how fond he is of, eh…”
“Boobies,” Jenelle sighed — it was just about the only trait she and Mike had in common. “Wait…” She snapped her head in your direction, her eyes wide. “You mean he… Really?”
Why did this even surprise her?
“Oh, that adorable little freak,” Rose chuckled.
“Never tell him — or anyone else — that I told you this!” you said, mild panic clear in your voice. “Swear on your life!”
“Jeez, chill!” Jenelle snorted. “Like we'd ever do that? Ain't none of my business that he wants to suck on your tits.”
“What does that feel like?” Rose asked. How would you even begin to explain that?
Despite being unsure you'd be able to do it justice, you decided to give it a shot, anyway. You’d made it too far into this conversation to back down now. Besides, it was nice to finally be able to talk about this with your closest friends. Minus Katie — which was probably for the best.
“The feeding itself already feels like a warm bath… I mean, the bite is more sensitive, but other than that, it's pretty much the same. It's his reaction that makes it so good. A few nights ago he got so snuggly — he'd had a rough day and he was very hyper and all over the place, but as soon as he was curled up next to me, he calmed down.” You could tell from the look on her face that Jenelle had a hard time picturing Mike in any kind of way that could be described as calm. “Really! And he has this gift…”
“I can't believe we never asked you about that!” Rose interrupted. “Do they all have one?”
“They do. I'll get to that, okay?” you promised before continuing: “Anyway, Mike has this gift. He senses desires.” Rose's eyes went wide for just a moment, but you happened to catch it. “What?”
“Okay so, hypothetically, if at some point I thought about…” It didn't take a genius to figure out where this was going.
“Yeah. There’s a very good chance he caught that. Marshall is worse, though. He straight-up reads minds.”
Rose stared at you wide-eyed. “Well, it’s good to know I can never show my face at your place again.”
“Eh, you're fine,” you said. “A-ny-way, they warned me that after a while, there was a chance they'd kind of ‘share’ those gifts with me while they were feeding, meaning I get to feel what Mike desires, and… It went beyond wanting. He needed me. It was…” A single tear rolled down your cheek, taking you by surprise. “I love him so much.”
Jenelle wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you close. “Girl, quit playin'. You love all of them, it's so obvious, seriously.”
“I really do,” you sighed. “This whole thing feels like home. It feels like forever.”
“But babe, you're not going to be around forever,” Rose said carefully. The thought had crossed your mind before, and every time it did, it made you feel queasy.
“You know,” you whispered, “I’m not so sure about that.”
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My own introduction:
Hello dear reader! I have absolutly forgotten to properly introduce myself. We shall begin with some simple stuff
You can call me Moon or Swan, I go by both names. I am twenty years old and from europe. I am a writer, making up stories since I can remeber.
I enjoy fantasy books, any kind of them. Apart from this Blog I actually write High Fantasy, but this Blog is for my own enjoyment and fun.
My asks are always open for you. For either questions, request or anything else. My dms are open too. I have made a sfw Blog, for just some fluffy and cute writings, maybe some poetry too. Probably also talking about books. Its : @strawberries-filled-with-honey
Some rules for my blog:
No hate toward each other. I gladly listen to criticism or if you don't like something. Keep it respectful however.
Also: No minors. Absolutly no minors. There will be sexual and kinky content. There will be kinks portrayed, probably also some unhealty relationships.
This is all fiction, a form of escapism. So please be kind and nice to each other.
Also, for all BG3 fans: This page is a safe space for Ascended Astarion lovers. I have seen many people debate about it. Both Spawn and Ascended Astarion are good. Neither is better than the other. It's fiction, and what you prefer is personal preference. It does not make you a bad or a better person for what you like.
Mythological creatures I want to write about:
Werwolves
Dragonshifters
Unicornshifters
Vampires
Faefolk
Fandoms I am in:
Baldurs Gate 3
Lord of the Rings/Hobbit/Silmarillion
The phantom of the Opera
Cats
Sailor Moon
The last Unicorn
Sherlock BBC
Good Omens
Hellboy 2
House of the Dragon
Current Wips:
The wild hunt Part 3 (Baldurs Gate)
Older Alpha and the human waitress (werewolf)
Astarion and a flirty Tav (Baldurs Gate 3)
Werewolf BF and Hitachi (Long Version)
Completed Works( Just click on the Part)
Werewolf best friend in a rut : Idea, Part1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4
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William pretending to have been born a noble strikes such a chord with me tbh, especially after rewatching part 1 episode 4, the grapefuit case.
The scene where the woman whose child died is glaring at him, and William finds out it's because she hates nobility for the things that they do to the poor. And this is far from the only example of something like this happening to William. It's not always inherently negative or hateful, but even when simply talking to lower class people, they're often taken aback and shocked that William is kind with them, concerned about them, talking to them.
William grew up his formative years an orphan, and only got out of it by the sheer luck of being in the right place at the right time to meet Albert, and for Albert's biological father to want to adopt an orphan.
That puts William in an interesting spot.
He understands what it's like to be poor and starving, but he can never admit to it, lest he give away that he's not the original William James Moriarty.
So, he's never really a part of the lower class ever again. And this certainly comes with a shit ton of wealth and privilege- enough to murder on the reg and get away with it- but then there's the nobility.
For the most part, he completely despises the people around him. Some, like Albert, managed to become exceptions, and now Albert is a beloved brother to him. Most, fall flat. At best they are arrogant and rude, regularly talking down about the same class William himself was once a part of, while William has to smile and nod along. At worst, they are murderers, and he will do away with them.
I think that's in part why Sherlock stood out to him so much. Of course his intelligence played a huge part in that as well, but it's established that Mycroft imitates an upperclass accent in order to assimilate, whereas Sherlock keeps his Cockney accent.
Sherlock is also flippant and refuses social standards as he deems fit, down to the way he dresses, leaving out the tie and unbuttoning most of his jacket. He's pretty blunt (although he can also keep a secret), and doesn't rein in his emotions unless the situation really calls for it, whether that's his sheer delight to see William on the train or his irritation. He can control himself, as per the scene from the manga where Milverton is in his apartment for negotiations, but why should he unless it's important?
I think to William, Sherlock was someone else wedged firmly between the class divides, and I also think Sherlock had a sense of freedom that William envied.
William felt forever stuck playing a part, whereas Sherlock was unabashedly himself 24/7.
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