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yandere-heaven-nyxie · 2 years

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Cries of The Wretched Imposter

•Part 3•

Character mentiond: Zhongli, Venti, Raiden Shogun/Ei, Wanderer, Tsaritsa,

Barbatos wouldn't be hunting down an imposter if it wasn't because he was forced to, he couldn't do it. He does not wish to be a hypocrite, for he himselves had stolen the face of his own friend. Whenever he was forced to hunt them down, he misses the arrow purposely with a pleading look whenever you turn your face towards him.

'Please... Run and be safe.' he thought, he isn't one to be a tyrant. He could see that your soul is gentle, he grips his bow as it disperse into golden particles he doesn't want to harm anybody.

Zhongli, the former Geo Archon. His opinion to obey the Creator is absolute, he shall hunt down the imposter if they oh-so desired it to be. Yet he couldn't, it's like the earth rejected him. Not moving in his command and impale you, it bounced back at him. Whatever he tried, even throwing the meteorite at you but it simply fell onto him. He grit his teeth in absolute rage and frustration, like a dog bearing it's fangs toward the real owner whom it had forgotten.

Raiden Ei, The Electro Archon. She who turned a blind eye towards her people in order to achieve her eternity. To fulfill and gain the righteous bit of attention from her Creator, when the moment the Imposter Hunt Decree had been established. She could feel herself almost ''happy'

Hunting you down when she heard you had stepped foot into Inazuma, she thought she could execute you publicly and earn the glorious reward. When the dog finally showed it's claws, has it realised that it's useless.. As the Mussou Isshin inch closer to slice your neck, the lightning struck down her sword, making it flew away from your neck. The lightning wasn't hers, she saw how the sky darkens more, mists covered the entire land of Narukami it almost reminded them of Tsurumi Island.

"How dare you bare your claws towards our Divine Creator!" The Thunder Manifestation voice booms, a sudden huge void opened in front of you. The Golden Wolflord slithers out of it menacingly, it towers over every citizens of Inazuma. The Shogun looks up in mild annoyance, using her sword to slice through the monstrous being but it does nothing. Her electro power was no longer working, squinting her eyes as she tries again but only to get struck down by Teyvat's lightning. She grits her teeth is anger 'What The Fuck?!'

"Your power is no longer working, You who dares to harm the All-Creator." The Golden Wolflord growls as he speaks. It's little cubs helping you to get off the makeshift guillotine. The larger ones carrying you careful to not harm you with its claws, teleporting you away from them "Your traitorous acts shall not be forgotten, you who has been believing in white lies." The huffs and growls from the Golden Wolflord, the people shiver in fear at the threat.

°~🌙~°

Wanderer who longed to have a heart, was granted with one. He could feel it thump in his chest whenever you get close to touch him, he's eager to be touched by you. He lays his head on your lap, tangling your fingers in his dark violet hair. Humming a soft tune that lulls him to sleep in the comfort of your presence.

He will do absolutely anything for you, anything if it means by killing someone, even that thing that mimicks you. That Disgusting Wretched Worm that tries to mock his god.

°~❄️~°

The Fatui was in a move, they were desperate to find you. They have a different intention unlike other foolish creatures that always follows blindly like a sheep toward that.. Thing.. They have long known that the one on the throne was not you, Tsaritsa saw it with her own two eyes. The blood that spilled from a sword of a traitor, it was red. Tsaritsa at first, was in doubt. Hopefully the blood turns gold after it dried right?

No.. It didn't, even after a few days, after it oxidize.. It just turns brown, just like that of a human. The Prophecy of how the All-Creator's blood is the most purest and divine, wrecked her brain like a tsunami. The fact that the Prophecy never lies, it was a record hidden away from most. Only those who truly recognised the All-Creator shall be granted to have it in their hand. The record was written by Teyvat itselfs, no beings can alter nor can they destroy the record.

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Tsaritsa, The Cryo Archon herself. Held you in her arms, she knows that it is undignified and she is basically disrespectful toward you but she didn't care. She wanted to drown herselves in your presence, truly it had an impact on her unlike that imposter. The way you held her in your arms, cradling her taller form to be lower than yours so that you can hug her more comfortably.

She glance past you seeing Nahida and Wanderer, the betrayal of her 6th Harbinger didn't mind her one bit since he was loyal to you. You are everything that she devoted on since the beginning, she will make that thing that sat on the overly tainted gold throne pay. For fooling the entire world.

°~🔴~°

All the people that wronged you, sat on their knees. Begging to be forgiven, begging for anything except of this. All of them from when they scorned, tortured and chased you like an animal, now all of them begging to be forgiven from such sin. Some even tried to kiss your feet but they were kicked away from doing so by Wanderer, "You dare lay your dirty mouth on our Creator, that same mouth that wishes to kill them?!" The people cried and wailed as they were denied to do so

No amount of tears and prostrate will forgive them of their crimes.

That imposter who wore your face, had tried to escape first but failed as they were grabbed by the neck and almsot turned blue. That thing cried and beg to be let go but it's all futile, they shut their fcking mouth when they received death glare from your true acolytes. Your familiars walks beside you, it glowered at the people with hungry eyes. Ready to feast upon the traitors.

The imposter was scared to the bone, trying to get away from Lieu and Daru. Failing to do so as they drag it by the ankle and devoured them like it's their last meal, eaten alive as their guts spew out and dirtying the ground. Though that wasn't enough.

Resurracting that thing back alive again, this time their face was different. It was like those common npc faces, they were yet again tortured by the Harbingers, one by one resurrecting after dying. The blood that spew out of them wasn't gold, it was red. Even after it darkens, it stays that way. None were changed. The people who witnessed this punishment, shall have it engraved in their brain. Tattoo it, that they have worshipped an imposter all along.

All while you were sitting up your throne, a gentle smile plastered on your face, The Cryo, Dendro and Anemo Archon by your side. They all didn't spare a glanced toward that thing, Tsaritsa stared down at the people, "You shall not be forgiven even for eternity. Even until there's no end, Your sins shall not be erased."

The Imposter, died cruelly and rightfully by your hands. Their last words were "Please... End me already." You granted it but not in a pleasent way of course. You may be gentle but sometimes, a heart does not mean it's the only thing that exists within you. You are after all capable of ending anyone if you desired.

None shall forget that either.

Teyvat cheered as the Imposter dies, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming. On this day, People shall finally open their eyes. To realize what they had done, 'They' who are so blind. Fools who are just so gullible to trust anything on their path without thinking even one single bit.

—The End—

This may be a bit too rushed but I have many new ideas for some reasons.. Again I'm so sorry!! But I hope the new upcoming stories will be more interesting.

Tags: @mulandi @bittersweetorpheus @akemisamui @erosdevil @shizunxie @ehe-te-nandayou @kalims @fauxizs

#sagau #sagau brainrot #genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin yandere #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact tsaritsa

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diaco1968 · 3 years

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Oikawa Toru x f!Reader

Warnings! Nsfw/smut, bj, unprotected, a little bit of choking and hair pulling, but mostly manipulation and angst!

Note: Oikawa is a mean manipulative player in this and reader sadly gets attached to him. And I just had to get this idea out of my head >_<

"You what?"

It was probably the first time you saw concern in his face. Even if it was just a tiny fleeting moment. Was it concern or was it something else?

"You heard me."

Your voice was as stern as you had planned but you just couldn't bring yourself to close the door in his face. As much of a jerk as he was, you had missed seeing him. He was indeed a nice catch. If anyone could actually hold on to him.

"I did, I was just giving you a chance to try and not sound so dumb."

"Excuse you?"

He took the moment of hesitation to slip inside through the door way as if he was actually invited and insisted to go in.

"Who goes back to their ex!"

He exclaimed exaggerating as he looked around the room, almost same as he had left it months ago. Much cleaner though. What he really meant was 'who leaves ME to go back to their ex' but of course eventhough his pride was striked he was not dumb enough to not know he was on thin ice here.

"Well someone who might've made a mistak in leaving him in the first place, Oikawa."

Ouch not off to a good start so far.

"Whatever happened to Toru?..."

"Same thing that happened to I promise I'll call you this time sweetheart."

He didn't know exactly what you were referring to, only 'when'. But he was glad you reminded him of what your personal pet name was, cause as usual he had forgotten. But... were you perhaps just trying to get on his nerve by saying you'd go back to your ex? Cause if you did and he actually fell for it... he would be even more pissed.

"I know... I'm so sorry! I was just hit by some heavy work load and tight schedule, deadlines... I wanted to call so many times but something always popped up... if you only knew how much I've been thinking of you."

Whatever your plan was, you were not going to win this. He was the player here. And lying was fair game for his side bitches.

"... right."

You rolled your eyes but the deep sorry tone of his voice got to you, making you subconsciously close the door behind him anyway. You knew he couldn't have meant it. You knew. But you also knew this was just a game. And even though you were hurting, you couldn't help but want to pretend he was being truthful. Thst he actually cared about you like you had come to care about him...Just for a moment or two.

"You don't believe me?"

His sharp eyes had noticed the fresh flowers on the kitchen counter. You were moving on, this was not a drill.

"That I've been thinking about you every moment of every day,"

"I um-..."

He had turned around and was in your personal space with 2 long steps before you knew it, staring into your eyes with deadly eyecontact as he grabbed your hand and pulled it up to his lips as he leaned down, placing a warm open mouthed kiss on your knuckles that had you reddening immediately.

"These beutiful elegant hands,"

When he came back up he had already his fingers hooked under your chin, tilting your face up to him.

"Your beautiful (e/c) eyes,"

His thumb ran over your cheek as his long fingers moved to rest on your neck, creeping to the back of your neck, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Your delicate skin,"

His voice dropped ever so slowly that you almost didn't notice as his eyes moved down your face stopping at your lips, his own parting as his tongue sweeped over his bottom lip before he captured it between his teeth, pupils going wide like a cat staring at his favourite toy.

"Those delicious, soft lips..."

He was whispering on your lips now and you were so flustered by the compliments the little touches and the hot breath in your face that you couldn't take it anymore as you closed the distance between you two and crashed your lips onto his.

'Got you now.'

He was not at all suprised by this outcome but he let out a soft hum and slwoly wrapped his arm around your waist, his other hand slipping into your hair and cupping the back of your head to hold you in place as he moulded your lips together hungrily. His tongue swiping at your lips and you denied his entrance with a tiny moan.

Now one thing you probably didn't understand was that he was indeed hungry for this kiss, but not quite the way you wanted him to be. He had definitely thought about you and all he mentionded and desired you accordingly, but right before he had decided to change his way and come pay you a visit cause he was in the area and had nothing else to do. As in, just about 15 minutes ago. He did think about your elegant hands, desperately grabbing onto him. Your beautiful eyes, glazed over and looking up at him dripping with need.

Your delicate skin as it reddened under his hands.

And your soft abused lips, wrapping around his cock.

He had indeed thought about those, and had shivered in delight.

But that was all this was. You were a good fuck. One of his carefully picked out side bitches. But just because you were his side bitch didn't mean you were allowed to move on from him. He owned you. What the fuck were you thinking? Annoying.

His fingers tightened in your hair harshly positioning your head so you were craning your neck up towards him, lips parting and he rudely took his chance to push his tongue into your mouth, and his other hand placed heavily over your hip pulling you against himself.

Your hands shot up against his chest to try and steady yourself, feeling as if you were drowning in his scent and his heat, his touches, every where.

You hummed softly, hands moving down his torso, over his abdomen and to his button, tugging and pulling at it till it was undond and loosely hanging on his hips making him hum back to you in approval.

His hand moved from your neck to grab your jaw and firmly press your lips together one last time before he let go and press down on your shoulders. Complying he made you bend down and kneel in front of him, pressing your face to his still covered crotch giving you time to nuzzle onto his clothed dick as you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Fuck sweetheart, the things you do to me with those eyes..."

'Makes me want to fuck you raw right now'

You batted your lashes at him as you pulled down his underwear, his cock springing free. You grabbed onto it, fingers wrapping around the base as you licked it up to the head, leaving a kiss at the tip before sucking him in your mouth slowly, a little at a time.

He was watching you so intensely as his fingers raked through your hair, gently gathering the strands out of your face while you reached the back of your throat and swallowed around the head trying to get used to the length in your mouth.

"And you're always such a good girl for me~ you deserve much better than that lousy bastard."

He hissed looking down at you with half lidded eyes, wrapping all the strands he was previously so gently collecting, tightly around his fist, using it to pull your mouth off of his cock before slamming you back onto it and setting a rough rhythm of you slurping around his shaft trying to suck him off faster as he fucked your throat, watching your eyes tear up as you tried to suppress your gag reflex.You hated it. He knew. But you never protested. He knew that too.

"Such a pretty little thing you are, hmm, sucking me off so so good, ngh, god you're so amazing..."

Little praises and groans rolled off his lips as he watched you whimper before pulling you away completely this time, grabbing his dick with his other hand.

"That's enough sweetheart. Now let me take care of you."

"Toru..."

As he lowered you back on the couch, standing between your legs and pulling your clothes off slowly, your hesitation was visible in your eyes.

"Yes, baby? Oh my god I missed hearing you say my name like that..."

"I just... maybe we shouldn't... I mean..."

Your voice was understandably hoarse and your eyes were still watery. He placed his lips over your bare ankle as he gently moved your legs over his shoulders. Your tense posture was making him have no other choice but to throw in his ultimate lowest card.

"Am I going too fast for you, baby? I'm sorry... it's just..."

"What's wrong Toru?"

You watched him curiosity pouring in and mixing with the worry in your eyes.

"I love you so much I find it hard to hold back... but it's okay... I know I can be pushy, I'll stop..."

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened in shock watching his face for confirmation of what he just said. He looked genuine. Ignoring your common sense completely, And as your heart swelled with happiness to your horror he was already pulling away. Your reached out and grabbed his collar pulling him back to you.

"No! Fuck are you... a-are you serious?"

He blinked a few times in confusion before pouting a little.

"What do you mean? Of course I am."

"I l-love you too!"

He smiled and cupped your cheek.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. you don't have to go through with this to show me."

This time he went to remove your legs from his shoulders but you pulled him closer again.

"No, no! I want to... I... uh... I need you Toru~"

His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips a few times opening his mouth to say something but unable to find the words and closed it again.

"Fuck... you have me wrapped around your finger, don't you?"

He smiled as you giggled and nestled between your legs, thumb slowly rubbing your clit through your soaked through panties, making you jerk with a quiet moan. If only you knew what narcissistic pleasure he was hiding behind his seemingly innocent smile. He fed off of the fact that you thought you were in charge while you were just a puppet in his games.

His fingers slipped past the hem and gathered up your running moisture, smearing it back onto your entrance before pushing it back in with his fingers.

You whined and gripped his forearm, melting under his intense gaze as his fingers found their way deep inside you the discomfort slowly replaced by sharp jolts of pleasure as he kept grinding them against your sweet spot, switching between thrusting them or just keeping them inside as far as they'd go and bending them around. As soon as you started clenching around them he pulled them out though, causing a protesting whine.

"No baby girl, not without me."

You felt his tip rub between your folds a few time before he slipped it right in unceremoniously making you gasp and arch your back. He was quick to press you back down into the couch with his body as he layed it over yours, cupping your cheek.

"Sorry, love... my bad. I just can't wait to feel your hot pussy wrap around my dick. So fucking wet for me."

You nodded unable to form proper words with the depth of his thrusts trying to force you to accomodate to his size, as his thumb was running over your lips, pulling it out before letting it pop back in place.

"Oh but you don't need to forgive me. I know you like it like that."

You looked up at him gulping.

"You fucking love it when I go wild with you. You love me when I'm a fucking animal."

His hand wrapped around your neck as his hips snapped up into you, silencing your loud moan.

"You just love being manhandled like this. Such a naughty dirty girl. Hm?"

He started pounding into you, his hand on your throat preventing you from bouncing away from him so you were taking in the full force of his thrusts, only able to mewl and whimper. And sure enough it wasn't long before your eyes were rolling back inside your head from the pleasure.

"You are mine, baby, aren't you?"

He let go of your neck letting you breathe as he slowed to help you come down from your high. Gently laying back over your body running his fingers through your hair.

"Only mine. You know that loser isn't for you... he'll just won't know how to treat you right... he'll screw up again."

It did run through your hazy mind why he was bringing up your ex now but you were too caught up for the moment so you ignored it.

"Do you love me, baby?"

You nodded your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"And you're only mine, aren't you?"

"Yes Toru, only yours."

'That's right little bitch-chan.'

With a fist full of your hair he tilted your head up, exposing your neck to him as his hips started pivoting into you again, deep slow thrusts mixed with his pelvis rubbing against your throbbing clit. He started nibbling and sucking roughly on your neck but with all the other stimulation that was going on you really didn't care as you came a second time, scratching down his back.

He hated it. He hated it when you left marks on him. But it was strangely arousing to him this time.

'One last trophy.'

He had to pull away from you and pull out quickly only to spill his load over your belly only seconds after. He lazily stroked his shaft over your panting sweaty body a few more times before cleaning and tucking himself back in his pants.

"Wow... stay put, love, I got you."

The gentleman he was, he came back with some warm wet tissues, cleaning you up before picking you and taking you to your bed.

"Do you have any idea?"

"What?..."

You looked up at him questioningly as you lay there catching your breath.

'Do you have any idea how easy you are?'

"Do you have any idea how amazing you are? I love you so much."

He smiled kissing you in the top of your head making you smile with a blush but before you could reply his phone buzzed and he glanced at the text before pulling away from you.

"Sorry, I need to take this, sweetheart."

He dialed a number and walked out of the room, leaving you to your own mess of thoughts.

In reality he didn't call anyone, he just left the room to take a breath and think of a plan how to slip out not to be too suspicious. All that was left of his plan was a grand exit. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

He came back in the room a few minuted later already dressed back up neatly, ready to go. Seeing your pout he smiled and cupped your cheek.

"I'll be in touch this time."

"... you said that last time..."

"You know what? I left my number on the table. How about you call me instead then?"

You perked up grinning and stood up to hug him and give him a goodbye kiss. Which he returned before saying goodbye and leaving.

The sound of the door shutting had you remembering the last times and you sat there in silence for a long time before you remembered that you didn't tell him that you loved him back.

Sure enough there was a neatly folded paper on the coffee table next to the couch, you grabbed and unfolded it once finding the number, not wasting a second to dial it.

With the phone between your ear and your shoulder you unfolded the paper one last time.

'We are over, sweetheart. XOXO'

"The number you are trying to reach, does not exist-..."

"Fucking asshole...."

You crumbled the paper in your hand as angry tears started to pool in your eyes, grabbing and staring at your phone screen and the message the operator kept repeating.

Words could not describe how used and how dumb you felt. But your clenching heart and quivering lips could. You wanted to disappear into thin air as the realisation hit you like a train. He was playing you and you sat there doing everything he wanted you to, while he was probably laughing at you the whole time.

You were a good fuck to him. That was all you would ever be. No less but never more either.

The screen had shut off as your phone hung up automatically and in the reflection you could see the dark hickeys running all over the length of your neck.

Of course... it was Toru's parting gift. After all, no one was allowed to move on from him.

The screen turned on as the phone vibrated in your hands with a notification.

'Hey, I hope you liked the flowers. Thanks for giving me a second chance. I swear I'll make it up to you. Are you free tomorrow dinner? I'll come after you :D '

"You fucking asshole!!!"

#oikawa torū #oikawa x reader #oikawa torou #oikawa tooru #haikyuu!!

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randomnameless · 5 years

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Tfw Jeritza DLC and no playable Judith is announced

I will never be okay with this

Anyways, the more I play Three houses, the more I loathe Billy. If Billy was like Lehran's medallion, that happened to fall in the hands of your lord of choice it'd be better.

In VW we basically have Claude being a history nerd, spending all of his time studying in the library, but he shares his discoveries with Billy. Why Billy and not, say, Hilda? Because Hilda's from house Goneril so if it becomes known that Claude doesn't know Seiros' tenets by heart politics will put Lorenz at the head of the Alliance?

Fine then, why Lysithea isn't here then? She can't give a fig about the alliance, but it'd be interesting to confront all of those mysteries to the knowledge of someone who's scoring high in every subject...

Hell, even Hanneman? Claude's wondering about the "turn into a monster" side effect of the relics, you'd think he would have asked or shared his doubts with Hanneman because matching crest - smthg matching relic - smthg monster but nope.

Otoh, Thomas' very involved in trying to give us clues about the church's secrets, I first I've thought it'd be a plan to make more people side with Edel's nonsensical war, but why trying to grow cosy with the leader of the Alliance when he's supposed to be dead since chapter 1 and they don't actually need them? Idk, just Agarthan things, I guess.

Back to Thomas he tells us that several occurances of people Miklan'ing happened and were recorded, but the church erased everything. How ominous! But then we're in Marianne's original house, so we have a real witness of Rhea's "everyone will panic if it becomes known".

Still I got the feeling that it was suggested that even if you have the matching crest you can turn into a beast, is it what happened with some of the ten dudes, like their pal Maurice or it happened later down their line?

It makes me rage a little on the inside about early Fandom reactions "the church is getting rid of books eww censorship is bad" but early Fandom didn't understand Marianne's backstory I guess

So, plot wise...

I managed to secure Linhardt to get my Nabatean paralogues, yay.

The western church attack on Seiros tomb made casualties amongst the students, Manuela confirms it in the following "explore the monastery" sequence. The mere fact that there was a scene with their supposed trial is odd, because killing students is a big no-no and they would have been Nemesis’d with the blessings of the lords who just lost their children even if Rhea didn't bother to hear them. Metodey wasn't rad enough to deserve the same treatment I guess...

Lorenz became Dark Lorenz, I said fig it and made Ignatz a mage too. I may regret it...

Miklan died, no one will regret him and Flayn's missing. I noted that this is the only time where Rhea's not in her usual audience chamber, but in front of the mausoleum. I... Still don't know why, maybe she wanted to make sure that whoever captured Flay didn't steal the remains of the other nabateans? Idk.

Support wise...

I love Lorenz, but I already wrote it before hahaha. He's the first (?) character to explain what Nobility entails without suffering from the "nobility bad I'm going to tear the sleeves off my jacket because I am not a noble and all nobles are corrupt". Maybe it was just the Raphael support, but the "don't thank me we nobles are supposed to protect the peasants not the contrary" while Raphael's just "whatever best buddy" made me smile. He's still a butt monkey in several supports, with Hilda for instance, he's really excited when she mentiond her big bro and doesn't realizes how he's been played with. He does this to strengthen the ties between house Gloucester and house Goneril, of course :)

Speaking of the devil... I reached the B support with Cyril and I don't understand if she trash talked the Almyrians because of prejudice or if she insulted Almyra to see how he'd react. That's not nice in either case, but given how Hilda is much more perceptive than everyone else in this game, I wonder...

Now I'm supposed to rescue Flayn and kicking Jeritza's butt for the second time. Lysithea finally learnt dark spikes :p

#fe16 #Fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses spoilers #Verdant Wind #Judith was here gfdi #Couldn't Claude share his doubts with her?#Why Billy gfdi #Edel spies in the library #She's being rude there #Calling Claude's claim on the Alliance in doubt #Lorenz it's understandable because he is in the alliance #But Edel being borderline insulting with a foreign prince?#Playable Judith when IS?

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theenigmaticlife · 7 years

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How Elementary stuck to its guns and became better than BBC Sherlock: An unpopular opinion in four parts

When Elementary premiered on CBS in 2012, it's timeliness was the thing that was either going to propel it forward or be the nail in its coffin. Sherlock Holmes was in the zeitgeist (and while never really leaving it fully, now more than ever it was the shit) - with Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes (2009) and BBC's Sherlock (2010 - ), the popculture was saturated with Doyle's beloved and familiar characters and the question was 'Do we want more?'

I'll be the first to admit, when I first heard they were developing Holmes for American television, one which is also in modern times, and they were making Watson a woman , I was as enraged as the Hulk in close proximity to Loki has ever been. We were well in the era of remakes/reboots/rehashes and all I could think was "Fucking American TV and their fucking greed, will they leave nothing pure?! They are going to shove some insufferable romance in there and it will be another Castle / Bones undestinguishable serial monstrosity that is going to sully the good name of my favourite crimesolving duo. At least I will still have Sherlock (BBC)." (And yes, if it hasn't become clear, I am very emotionally attached to this property).

But I was going to check it out. And lo and behold, 5 years later, I can confidently say, not only was I wrong, but I could never have predicted that while Elementary was going to go on its merry way for 5 seasons, the BBC series (which I once honestly considered to be the most brilliant show ever made), came out with such a disappointing 4th outing that now I say to myself "At least I still have Elementary".

So what happened?

1. It benefits from its length.

Elementary not only doesn't get bogged down by its network-required 22-24 episodes per season, but it is not afraid to use them, And while I am not saying every episode is pure brilliance, it benefits from the long seasons in that it has the time and opportunity to explore different character's storylines - some with more success than others, sure. It has the time to try, fail and try again. It makes us care about not just Holmes and Watson, but Captain Gregson (a terifically funny and charming Aidan Quinn), Marcus Bell, Alfredo, Kitty and Shinwell, Morland and Mycroft, Watson's family, Watson's boyfriend and even the damn coroner.

I challenge you now, tell me something about the backstory of any of the supporting characters in the BBC show (besides Mycroft and Moriarty) that is more than a caricatureish snippet masquerading as a personality - Molly is in love with Sherlock, Anderson is stupid, Mrs Hudson is a generator for one-liners. I know.

But let's say it's not Sherlock's fault for not having enough time to show us more than the backstory of its two main characters. Can we blame it that it seems to struggle to fill its 3-episode quota with whole episodes that you remember nothing about the minute after they've finished (I'm looking at you, episode about ancient Chinese artifacts). Yes, there are episodes of Elementary I don't remember - but they aren't feature-length movies that come out every two years.

2. It doesn't idolise Holmes.

What I think the most important difference between the two shows is that Elementary doesn't off-handedly mention Holmes' drug addiction whenever its convinient to the plot (or for a charmingly funny scene of cigarette-sharing between brothers to escape a Christmas family nightmare), but it is in fact a major storyline throughout the show - it informs the whole characterization of the protagonist, as addiction to hard drugs is known to do. But they can't be compared on that note, because it is a creator's prerogative which traits of a character to focus on, and I understand why Moffat/Gatiss decided to not lean so much on that part of Holmes in their show.

What they can be compared on, however, is how they approach the character as a whole. The British writing duo make it clear at every available opportunity : "Holmes is smarter than you (because we are smarter than you). Yes, that makes him a dick sometimes, because otherwise what would we need Watson for (we're not sure why we need him now, let's have him cheat on his wife for no reason and have him kidnapped at every turn), but he is so much smarter than you, you can never comprehend it, unless he deigned to explain it. Holmes is better in every way, he is insufferable and brilliant and magnetic and everyone is in love with him and in awe of him and you will feel this way too. He is better than everyone else and it is only because of his good will that you are allowed in his mind."

In contrast, CBS's Holmes is so incredibly flawed, so disarmingly noble and so very self-aware, that you cannot help but fall in love with him; not because it is shoved down your throat to admire him, but because you genuinely want to. On the one hand, you have BBC's Sherlock, where I am entirely unconvinced that Moffat / Gatiss are even familiar with the concept of self-awareness. On the other, you have CBS's Sherlock who, from the get-go, makes it clear that he wants to help people, he seeks justice and not just the thrill of exercising his mind - he constantly talks about the victims, the families, "there is a killer on the loose", "closure" and so on. And while they both grow to care over time, one does it kicking and screaming and constantly fucking denying it; the other embraces it, makes it a part of himself, talks about how being a mentor is his most fulfilling experience and at one point regretfully confides (in one of my personal favourite quotes of the show): "Misantrophy was so easy, Watson. Elegant. I miss it sometimes."

And yes, I know, those are also two different approaches to the character. But on the BBC they do it as another part of the mosaic of what makes their Holmes so-damn-cool (not just the upturned collar) and uncomparable, while CBS does it to bring him down to our level and make him relatable.

And because I mentiond mentoring:

3. Watson is a person when she is alone

(And wow, what a relief to not use possessives to distinguish for once:) On the BBC, John Watson is a beautiful ball of loveliness, that is undeniable. He is also, at least in the beginning, kind of there to stare in slack-jawed awe at Sherlock. Later, he is there to make sure Sherlock is not rude to clients / policemen / journalists / people giving them awards / Mrs Hudson. Later still, he is there to stare at his wife, then his baby, then his emotional mistress, then Sherlock again. And while I am not saying he does not have a personality whatsoever, he does seem to spend an awful lot of time being something-at-someone: annoyed at Mycroft, annoyed at Holmes, in love with Mary, angry at Holmes, angry at Mary, scared of the sister (more on her later), grateful to Holmes and so on.

Joan on the other hand, while no less in awe / annoyed / whatever at Sherlock, comes in with a lot of her own baggage, her own opinions and most importantly, her own storylines. She has a beautiful relationship with her Holmes, but she also makes desicions, has opinions and generally lives her life not only when Holmes is away from her (as John does), but very much so while he is right there in her life. The fact that over the course of the very first season she becomes a detective in her own right (and the writing-and-fawning is relegated to somebody else and mentioned only briefly) shows that she is treated in a very different way than her male "version" is. While Joan and Holmes are very much partners, she is more than that as a character. Her existence doesn't revolve around Holmes. Which is why we, as a captive audience, are perfectly comfortable watching her tackle her own cases and have interactions with Sherlock which are of the "Here is what I did today, what do you think?" variety, while we are sick to our stomachs when John and Sherlock over on the other side of the Atlantic are fighting - not only is John there angry at Sherlock for incomprehensible reasons (his wife died because she was a spy, ffs), we do not know how to handle these characters when they are not together in perfect harmony, because we never see them not in relation to one another.

And finally:

4. Elementary embraces what it is and goes for it

So here is where I preemptively confront the haters (if they have gotten to this point instead of scrolling straight down to spew obsenities in the comments) : On every one of the points I raised, you could argue "Oh, you are wrong, here is this one moment when John does do that thing you say he doesn't / Joan doesn't do that thing you say she does / you are human trashcompactor who doesn't understand TV" or something similar. Of course these shows are way too different to compare in depth. Of course you can like both (I do!) or only one or neither.

And no, I would never perform the sacrilege of disparaging either one of the two amazing casts, who make these characters the equivalents of divine chocolate souflé on TV. What I argue is not to compare how the two shows are structured, but how they have lived their toddler-sized lives.

BBC Sherlock started off with an uncertain-to-be-successful premise, but an incredible production budget, veteran writers and two brilliant actors to helm it. It grew and became beloved because it was thought-out to an absurd detail, relied on its unconventional release schedule and its brilliant writing, but most importantly, it was extremely extremely clever. And then came series four, where inexplicably it became a melodrama of epic proportions, everything that happened was more illogical than the previous thing and every decision a character made was so eyeroll-inducing my head hurt by the end of every episode. Did Moffat / Gatiss forget where their character (yes, just the one) started and they just didn't know what to do with him or anyone else anymore? Did they decide that the fanatical nature of the Sherlock fanbase on tumblr is so starved and so blindly devoted that they would forgive anything they do, no matter how out-of-character, poorly thought-out, soap-like or just plain stupid it is? Or did they just give the network what they wanted to make their trucks of money without bothering their increasingly-busy actors too much with acting anything of substance, hoping that Toby Jones with weird teeth and weird voice / an out-of-the-blue sister and a fanservice cameo will fill any plothole some pedantics might notice?

CBS's Elementary on the other hand is a procedural primetime show that cannot go too far with what it shows, cannot go too weird with where the story goes, because of the countless other shows its in fierce competition with every sweeps season. So it relies on its no less stellar cast to go very deep to the one deep place its allowed to go, and meanwhile have fun, crack jokes, introduce you to everyone, make you smile and make you care enough to come back week after week to see not only these two beautiful creatures on your screen, but also their friends and family and enemies and rivals and their fucking turtle Clyde.

And if you ever doubt what I've said here about Elementary, just watch the finale of season 3 "A Controlled Descent" and tell me it didn't absolutely gut you.

TL;DR: I rave about the Sherlock Series 4 and masochistically wait to hear if anybody will come and threaten me over it,.

#BBC Sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #John Watson #Joan Watson #Elementary #but seriously #my only beef is with series 4 #everything else I love just as much as you guys

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It’s funny how I was saying to Dyllan and this blog just the other day how I had been feeling faint at work on my four hour shifts, and how I was dreading my full day shift today, since I was there for an hour and fainted. I was reading some numbers to my boss and I remember suddenly feeling funny like I should sit down but before I could move I must have had some sort of episode, and the next thing I remember was hearing her say what’s wrong, are you okay?? And I was being held up by her and answering no. She laid me on the ground with some pillows (perfect workplace) and I came to and was kind of thinking like what the hell just happened???? And she was like “that was not okay you aren’t okay I will call an ambulance” to which I replied helllll nawwww (not verbatim) and she realised I was responsive. She sat me in a chair and kind of demonstrated to me what had happened, my leg started collapsing and I fell forward onto the counter and (again, great workplace) into a basket of tea towels, and she said my head was kind of lifting back up but falling again so she grabbed me. The whole incident only lasted ten seconds if that but it was enough to scare her and make her suggest things like stroke and epileptic fit which kind of scared me. Anyhow fortunately she was kind enough to let me go, closed the shop and called matt for me and demanded he take me to emergency. I really was grateful to be in her presence over anyone else’s as much as I enjoy working with most of the others. Mums are generally quite reliable in such situations. Anyhow Matt came and off we went to emergency and he truly melted my heart all day (and indeed we were there all day [from pre 11 to post 4]). Of course we presumed it’d be something to do with the baby but my boss’ mention of strokes and fits had me wondering. We finally saw a nurse and another nurse then a doctor and the doctor twice more and in between the short visits were long periods of waiting and laughing and spending quality time together and I honestly had such a nice day with Matt albeit not the most fantastic of venues or situations. The greatest part was when I was taken to have an ULTRASOUND meaning I got to SEE MY LITTLE BABY and I can’t lie that moment really changed everything. I’ve decided by now that it’s what I want and as I’ve mentiond we’ve had some in depth conversations that have led me to this point although I must admit from the first positive test I think I was subconsciously set on my decision to be a mum. But seeing it wriggle around and really be in the shape of a tiny little person (it’s seriously like the size of a pecan - it’s a wonder how amazing those ultrasound machine thingys truly are) just honestly overwhelmed me and I couldn’t stop smiling and being overwhelmed by the fact that my baby is INSIDE ME (wtf that is honestly so bizarre). Looonnng (literally hours) story short I left the hospital being told to drink more water basically, and probably to eat little more frequently. Nothing I couldn’t have assumed for a full day at the hospital, and I was kind of expecting like “your xy and or z levels are low so you need to do 12 or 3” but no. And I clarified several times that their conclusion was to hydrate. They also suggested if it happens again that I should go. Back. And. See. Them. Wow. This kind of just reenforces my belief that the whole medical profession is yet another government based money making scheme which is sometimes helpful but mostly financially beneficial for financially well off people. Both our mums also mentioned pregnancy when we were conversing with them about the situation. I don’t know if I’ll ever “publish” this blog but if I do and if they read this I hope this can help them, and anyone else, understand. I really didn’t want our announcement to anyone to be off the back of a medical emergency. I didn’t want it to HAVE to have been told BECAUSE I went to the hospital, as opposed to BECAUSE we were ready to tell them in whatever way we eventually choose to. I’m already nervous and scared as hell as I know they both “disapprove” to varying degrees which I understand, but am also somewhat saddened by, particularly as time goes on and we get more excited about it. At the end of the day, we discussed the pros and cons of keeping and.. not keeping the baby, and together decided that we choose the next step in our lives. And I hate that I even have to justify that, and I kind of don’t even want to at all. But all my life I’ve felt like I have to explain myself to others to try minimise disappointment. Not that anyone’s ever treated me with that “respect”; I’ve no idea where I’ve learnt such a self depreciating habit. My life is my choice and although I’ve not necessarily made all the right ones, they’re mine. And this is ours. I’ve never been with someone the way I am with Matt and I don’t need to divulge our relationship and deepest feelings to anybody and I refuse to. People see the fights we have but they don’t see the love we share because we are private people in that sense and it’s for us. And as much as I HATE having to say this, believe me, it’s there. And it means a lot to me that it’s mostly kept between us and that we know how we feel and what we want and how secure we are. And maybe someday one or two kids in or MAYBE even before that, something will happen that results in the feelings fading or being destroyed or whatever it may be but it won’t change how I’ve felt and what this relationship has shown me, or that I want to be a mum and have the capacity to do it on my own or shared. That was a bit of a tangent, but what I WAS trying to get at is that maybe when people find out about the baby they will think we lied about what happened today, but that’s not the case. Nor did we want to exclude or upset anybody. Until I saw the heartbeat today (which was unfuckingreal) I was honestly convinced it didn’t have one and it didnt survive and it wasn’t our time. This is also a bad habit of mine - I convince myself of the worst so as to never be disappointed or heartbroken. So i have been adamant in keeping it from anyone until we get a scan pic and confirmation of its health and reach the “safeish” point of at least 12 weeks, and Matt’s respectful of my decision. This post kind of feels long winded and indirect and mostly pointless but a lot has gone through my mind today, I was nervous for my own health and for my baby, I didn’t want to have to tell my boss or family what I wasn’t ready to, and I was kind of disappointed in the result although happy I seem to be healthy (just starved and dehydrated woops). My heart just feels really full and a little nervous but I love my sweet and caring boyfie and the little big headed baby that is actually living in my uterus (I know there’s billions of humans in existence due to this very phenomenon but it’s still tripping me out). I best go now bye 👋🏼

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