#it was fed by roleplays and development with a friend so when we stopped writing them it kind of died down lol

[lesbianneopolitan]

How would Melanie Malachite react to your cat Neo?

As a side note I kind of miss that ship, I thought it was really cute.

I've actually thought about this before and, there are two possible outcomes that I thought about- one in which Melanie has a hard time accepting it, but ultimately ends up alright with it because she decides to trust Neo, and the other is in which she doesn't trust Neo and puts her survival above the mute, mainly because of being scared Neo would lose it and try to hurt her at some point because, newest feral cat behavior- Neo commit cannibalism at some point due to it, I've mentioned it before, so she sees it as a risk.

One is just a good ending, in the other, Melanie kicks Neo out of her life LMAO

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: April 10/20

SPECIAL EASTER WEEKEND EDITION: FIFTY FICS FRIDAY

Hey, everyone!!

Well, I asked on my Twitter and here if y’all wanted to see a special edition 5FF for the Long Weekend since we’re all stuck inside (and some of you stuck with family I’m sure you’d like to avoid or are just tired of seeing), and it was a unanimous YES, because who doesn’t love to curl up all weekend with a good book or fanfic??

So here we are: Fifty fics either pulled out of my ass, recently read, recently bookmarked, or recently Marked for Later! Each section has a count so you know how many are in that section (and it’s for myself when I go to double check the count, LOL). I hope you guys enjoy these!! <3 Love you all, and happy reading :)

As always, read-more will appear on the third reblog. Sorry mobile, please don’t hate me :(

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@johnlockficclub APRIL NOMINATIONS (5)

A Beginner's Guide to Apiology. by VictoryCandescence (M, 10,952 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement AU || Friendship, Love, Bees & Beekeeping, Old Age, Dreamy Sexytimes, Angst, Soulmates, Grumpy Sherlock, Magical Realism) – John and Sherlock meet for the first time as old men in Sussex. (to read)

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you're living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds (“WINNER” fic)

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching, Mycroft is Dying) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical.

Where Else Would I Be? by cwb (E, 34,910 w., 10 Ch. || Retirementlock, Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love, Parentlock, Fluff and Smut, Reminiscing) – John and Sherlock's five-year-old granddaughter spends the weekend with them in Sussex. Sherlock happily indulges her whims, and John takes care of them while quietly revisiting the past thirty years of their lives together.

Crimson Hymns by brilliantlyburning (E, 48,982 w., 9 Ch. || Post-S3/TAB, Angst,  Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drug Addiction, Unhealthy Coping Methods, Demisexual Sherlock, Boxing, Pining, Sensory Processing Issues, Drug Use, First Kiss / Time, BDSM, Mary is Not Good, Parentlock, Proposal, Happy Ending, Beekeeping, Violence, References to Addiction, Poetry) – He laid his head over John’s heart, eyes level with his silver-rough scar, and listened to the crimson hymns beating beneath the surface. He imagined flowers blooming in his own chest: veins weaving intricate patterns on petals of thin muscle engorged with blood, sinew for stems and tendons for roots—the flowers would be poppies, maybe (addictive) or foxglove (deadly yet useful)—twining gleaming blood-red around the porcelain bone of his ribs. In his mind’s eye the gruesome bouquet all tied together on the left side of his chest, the stems bound together in heartstrings and the flowers fed by the rhythmic contraction of ventricles. It’s yours, he imagined saying to John—from the vena cava to the mitral valve to the arteries it is yours.— Or, the Love Song of W. Sherlock S. Holmes. (to read)

RECENT RE-READS (5)

Five Times John Watson Remained Oblivious (K+, 1,154 w., 1 Ch. || Five and Ones, Romance, Friendship, Asexual Sherlock, Queerplatonic Relationship) – ...And one time he didn't. asexual!Sherlock/John.

Linger by orphan_account (E, 4,879 w., 1 Ch. || Lingerie, Fluff and Smut, BJ / HJ, Switchlock, Sherlock in Lingerie, Come Play, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Anal/Oral, Implied Shower Sex, Neck Kissing) – Sherlock decides to surprise John after a somewhat stressful day at work.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 5,034 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour, Three Garridebs) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w., 1 Ch. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock's perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, “For a Case” / “Experiment”, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) – Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC

NEW MFL’s THIS WEEK (11)

Guardian and Assistant by I_Have_No_Clue (M, 1,229 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Blow Jobs, PWP, Alpha Sherlock/Omega John, Mentions of Heat) – In this A/O world, ever Alpha, Beta, and Omega have a Type to them that describes the traits they have. John tries to figure out Sherlock's. Part 1 of the Types series

Bonneville Black by HollyShadow88 (E, 3,362 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Motorcycles, Motorcycle Sex, Public Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex) – John discovers that Sherlock has a motorbike. He also discovers that he finds Sherlock on a motorbike to be unreasonably attractive.

Code 221b by whitchry9 (T, 6,528 w., 11 Ch. || S1 Canon Compliant, Medical, Paramedics, Hurt/Comfort, Outsider POV) – Sherlock Holmes is well known to the paramedics of London. So when John Watson comes into the picture, it seems like a fantastic solution. Someone would take care of Sherlock and prevent all those problems. Of course, they didn't think about what would happen if John was hurt. (They really should have.)  Part 1 of the The Patron Saint of Idiots series

Permanent Fixture by vitruvianwatson (E, 18,836 w., 9 Ch || Post-S4, Parentlock, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, They’re Good Parents, Blushing Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Explicit Consent, Sexual Content) – Now, as Rosie sat curled up against Sherlock’s side, John watched and wondered exactly how he had ended up here. Domesticity had never suited him before, not at any point in his life. His disastrous marriage had been proof of that. But somehow, here in the warmth and safety of 221B Baker Street, here with Sherlock Holmes reading medical jargon to his daughter, Sherlock’s bony feet nudging against his leg, John couldn’t imagine anyplace that would make him happier.

Sex Shop Quartet Series by testosterone_tea (E, 28,180+ w. across 3 works || Series WiP || First Kiss/Time, POV John, Sex Toys, Sex Talk, Anal Play, Anal Beads, Anal Fingering, Awkward Sexual Situations, Rimming, Inexperienced Sherlock, Oral Sex, Developing Relationship, Love Confessions, PWP, Bondage, Handcuffs, Praise Kink, BDSM, Kink Negotiation, Edgeplay, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Ice / Wax Play, Blindfolds, Emotional Love Making, Teabagging, Riding Crops, Impact Play, Intercrural Sex, Roleplay, Spanking, Collars) – Sherlock goes undercover at a sex shop but finds he has no idea what any of the toys are for. Cue John Watson, awkward sexual conversations and some unfortunate incidents involving too much plug and not enough lube. But all's well that ends well and Sherlock gets the best happy ending of all.

Roll Away Your Stone by foxxcub (E, 39,463 w., 1 Ch. || Downey Holmes || Boarding School AU) – Seventeen-year-old John Watson is set to finish his final year of school with a flourish, until the headmaster assigns John as a "tutor" to an arrogant, yet brilliant new student named Sherlock Holmes. Holmes is not about to be put in his place by this popular rugby football player with the too-blue eyes, and John isn't going to let this impulsive fifteen-year-old get away with anything. Neither expects to become friends, but a series of unexpected events and a possible murder mystery bring them closer together than either of them thought possible.

I Believe in Sherlock Holmes by Ranowa (T, 63,038 w., 10 Ch. || S3 Fix It, Hurt Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Torture, Homeless Network, Alcohol Abuse, No Mary, Bit-Not-Good/Angry John, Protective Mycroft, Angst with Happy Ending, Non-Linear Narrative, Major Character Injury, Recovery, Forgiveness, Sherlock’s a Mess) – John's been angry at Sherlock since the day he turned up wearing a fake mustache and a tuxedo. He's still angry, even as he moves back into 221B, and he never hesitates to let Sherlock know it.One day, Sherlock stops saying sorry, and walks out instead.One day, Sherlock wakes up handcuffed in the boot of a car, and John doesn't know, because John's been angry at him for so long he's forgotten that he's not the only one that's hurting.

I'm coming home, John. -SH Series by Ranowa (M, 67,247 w. across 3 works || Post-TRF, Angry John, Idiots in Love, No Mary, Drug Use/Substance Abuse, Emotional Rollercoaster, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, PTSD Sherlock, Recovery, Sherlock’s Violin, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Asexual Sherlock) – In the two years after Sherlock throws himself off the roof of St. Bart's, crunches into the pavement below, and dies in John's arms, John starts texting.He doesn't know that his text messages are being read.

Roommates are for little people by alexxphoenix42 (E, 69,042 w., 14 Ch. || Teen/Unilock || Forced to Share a Bed, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Fake Relationship, Sherlock is a Prick, Drinking, Inadvertent Drug Use, Family Wedding, Footballer John / Ballet Dancer Sherlock, Frottage, Slow Burn, Mild Dub Con, Cuddling While Sleeping, Slight Homophobia, Posh Boy, Dirty Dancing, Endearments, Nosy FAmily, Bathing Together, Mild Angst, UST/RST, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff) – John was looking forward to seeing his friends back at uni, but a new year brings new complications, not the least of which is a dorm room with only one bed, and a stroppy roommate with an utterly spectacular arse. God, John doesn't need the headache.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Scheherezade by sgam76 (G, 197,576 w., 45 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF/Pre-TSo3, PTSD Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Humour, Protective John, Papa Lestrade, Big Brother Mycroft, BAMF John, BAMF Sherlock, Aftermath of Serbia, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Memories, Drunk Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Suicidal Thoughts / Attempt) – Sherlock is home, he and John are returning to cases, and all's right with the world--right? But a series of minor mishaps and injuries makes two things very clear to his friends and family: first, Sherlock's time away wasn't the grand adventure everyone has assumed it was; and second, that time has left Sherlock with a legacy that's bleeding into his life today. Sherlock is Not Okay, and it's not going away. Part 1 of the Scheherezade 'verse series

POSTED THIS YEAR [WiP’s & Full] (19)

A Bowl of Comfort (Store-Bought is Fine) by tepidspongebath (T, 763 w., 1 Ch. || Food, Comfort, Domesticity, Fluff) – “When did you last eat?” “What day is it?” “Oh, for god’s sake - you can’t keep skipping meals like this, Sherlock.” “It’s Lent.” “And since when do you care about Lent?” “Since you get chocolate eggs at Easter.” (to read)

End of the Curve by doctor_not_your_girlfriend (T, 833 w., 1 Ch. || COVID-19, One Shot, Medical Realism, Major Illness, Recovery, Optimism, Disability, Needles) – July, 2021. Mycroft has a special delivery for Sherlock. Inspired by Proving A Point by elldotsee, J_Baillier. (to read)

Love Is A Smoke by J_Baillier (T, 3,617 w., 4 Ch. || Heavy Angst, Pining, Romance, MCD) – It's spring in 2036. John and Sherlock are no longer together. Sherlock attempts to cope — or doesn't. (to read)

A Study in Beard by Loveismyrevolution (T, 3,810 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff and Humour, Experiments, Beards, Idiots in Love, Quarantine) – Sherlock has to face the consequences of using up all of their shaving foam. Which turns out to be more fun than expected. Boys being boys, nothing can go without a challenge. Although, being isolated presents a problem. How will they determine the winner? Part 2 of the Hairy Situations at 221B series (to read)

Isolated by CarmillaCarmine (G, 3,926, 3/4 Ch. || WiP || Quarantine From Virus, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Bi-Panic, Cuddling & Snuggling, Coming Out, Bathing/Washing, Bubble Bath, Kissing) – Due to an ongoing pandemic, John and Sherlock find themselves isolated at 221B. (to read)

Sherlock's Solution by PipMer (T, 4,125 w., 1 Ch, || Fluff, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Isolation/Quarantine, Pining, Miscommunication, First Kiss) – Sherlock and John are stuck in quarantine. Against all expectations, John is the one who goes stir-crazy first. Sherlock has a unique solution to the problem. (to read)

The Unexpected Threat by J_Baillier (T, 4,283 w., 1 Ch. || Military AU / Pacific Rim Fusion || Established Relationship, Medical Conditions, Coronaviruses, Doctor John, Bratty Sherlock, Romance, Science Fiction, Futuristic Medicine, Ghost Drifting AKA Telepathy, Medical Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Healing) – The kaiju are not the only threat to the security and well-being of the staff of PPDC's Chard's Rift base. It's the year 2050, and a coronavirus epidemic sweeping the planet has reached The Azores. Part 4 of the At The Edge of Our Hope (to read)

Quarantine by wendymarlowe (T, 6,444+ w., 20/? Ch. || WiP || COVID-19, Forced Isolation / Quarantine, John’s Blog, Humour) – John and Sherlock are stuck at 221B together due to coronavirus concerns. Sherlock slowly drives John barmy. (to read)

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) –  When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Attentions, Experiments, Oddnesses by hubblegleeflower (E, 6,383 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Experiments, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Kissing, First Time) – John is behaving oddly, and Sherlock hopes it means what he thinks it means, but he has several theories and could well be missing some of the facts. (to read)

Casualty by Silvergirl (E, 12,051 w., 4 Ch. || Canon Compliant Until T6T, Mary’s Dead, Trauma/Comfort, John’s a Good Friend, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss/Time, Sherlock Learns Teamwork, Parentlock) – Sherlock renders assistance at a hit-and-run and is left deeply shocked. When the accident turns into a case, John moves back in to 221b to help—and finds that Sherlock has way oversold his image as an emotionless thinking machine. (to read)

The Night Riviera from Paddington to Penzance and Back Again by  Iwantthatcoat (M, 12,918 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Hurt/Comfort Emotional Hurt/Comfort, BAMF John, Devil's Foot Adaptation, Hallucinations, Oral Sex) – Mrs Hudson has decided her boys need a little vacation together (after the events of S4) away from London and has booked them an inordinately (per Sherlock) long train ride from Paddington Station to Penzance. (to read)

A Gossamer Dream by CarmillaCarmine (E, 15,985 w., 4 Ch. || Writer/Teacher AU || First Meetings, Friends to Lovers, Writer John / Teacher Sherlock, Fluff, London, Holding Hands, Online Friendship / Romance, Phone Sex, Anal Sex, Happy Ending) – Sherlock had never realised one could care so much about someone they'd never met in person. Now he is about to meet the friend with whom he's been chatting online for months and his anticipation is reaching a crescendo. (to read)

Contrition by sussexbound (E, 18,556+ w., 5/? Ch. || WiP || Post-S4/TFP Didn’t Happen, Rosie Doesn’t Exist, T6T/TLD is Canon, Year After TLD, Light BDSM, Soft Dom Sherlock / Sub John, Punishment, Light Bondage, Light Masochism / No Sadism, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Tenderness, Aftercare, Forgiveness, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Frottage, Communication, Sexual Negotiation, Sexual Tension, Spanking, Head Injury, Anal Sex) – “You’ve been tense ever since we got back, itching for a fight, all your usual tells, but why…?” The truth strikes like lightning. “Oh… Oh! You’re not angry at me. Not this time. Well—maybe a little. But mostly, mostly you’re angry at yourself. Why? For falling behind? For not being there in time. For not taking Wilkes down fast enough?” Sherlock waves a dismissive hand. “It doesn’t really matter.” He lifts a finger to his swollen cheek and cut eyebrow. “You blame yourself for this. And you offered to fix it. But I wouldn’t let you, and… But that’s not what you really want, anyway, is it?” John looks stunned, a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming lorry, frozen, waiting for the lethal strike. “You don’t want me to let you help. At least not right away. No. What you want, what you really want is—punishment.” (to read)

Feeling Seen by jadztone (E, 30,177 w., 9 Ch. || Ballet!Sherlock / Rugby!John, Demisexuality, Virgin John, Experienced Sherlock, Toplock, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Background Molly/Irene & Greg/Sally) – Rugby player John is starting over at a new university, with the help of friends Molly and Bill. Few people know that John is demisexual, but ballet dancer Sherlock Holmes deduces right away that he has no interest in sex unless he’s fallen in love. John finds this strange genius intriguing and would like to get to know him, but Sherlock has a self-cultivated reputation for only wanting casual sex. John has reason to believe that’s not really true, but he’s not sure he wants to risk his twice-fractured heart to find out. (to read)

Sanguineous Serendipity by CarmillaCarmine (E, 34,783 w., 14 Ch. || Vampire AU || Alternate First Meeting, Turning a Character, Vampire Sherlock, Captain John, POV John, Feeding, Blood Drinking, Crossdressing Sherlock, Genderfluid Character, Sherlock in Heels, Transphobic Behaviour, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Soulmates, Romance, Happy Ending) – Vampire Sherlock meets a dying John in a field hospital in Afghanistan and gives him a whole new life. (to read)

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Next Right: Welcome to Westbound Rest Area 818 by elwinglyre (E, 59,874+ w., 13/15 Ch. || WiP || American Unilock AU || Bunk Beds, Anonymous Sex, Homophobia, Closeted John, Roommates, Angst with Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, Music, Rape/Non-Con, Hurt John, BAMF John) – Sherlock Holmes dreams of escape from his smothering family and space to breathe. Studying chemistry at the University of Michigan, he's almost far enough away to fill his lungs. Almost. While John Watson dreams of being a doctor, he also dreams of being with another man. John knows that with hard work and study, he can make the first a reality, but he's certain the second can never be. Until a secret encounter in the dark at Rest Area 818 changes everything. When Sherlock meets his new roommate, John Watson, he sees a man in the closet. Sherlock hides from no one. Except from his own family, a detective inspector who wants his evidence returned, and his secret encounter at Rest Area 818. Thank you to recently folded who lovingly beta’d chapters 1-5 and helped with an important plot point that deeply enriches this story. Also thank you to hotshoeagain for beta'ing the rest of the story.Setting late 1970s, Michigan, USA. POV third person alternates between John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. (to read)

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater /  Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

ANYTHING GOES – JOHNLOCK (5)

Talk by illwick (E, 6,364 w., 1 Ch. || Dirty Talk, John’s Giant Junk, PWP, Light BDSM, Size Kink, Oral / Anal, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Established Rel.) – Sherlock was never much for dirty talk... until an unexpected visit yields unexpected results. Part 20 of Unwind

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

Pater Noster by SilentAuror (E, 34,256 w., 2 Ch. || Case Fic, HLV/S3 Fix It Fic, Family Trauma, Sherlock POV, Villain Mary) – During the autumn that John is staying at Baker Street again after Sherlock was shot, he ruminates over the similarity between Sherlock's shot and the one that killed his father when he was fifteen. Cold case meets series 3 fix-it. Part I takes place entirely within His Last Vow, Part II takes place starting at the end of HLV and continues after.

The Homecoming Series by sussexbound (M, 51,744 w. across 12 stories, WIP || Domestics, PTSD, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, Jealousy, Family Issues) – Sometimes home is all you need. After three years of horror, betrayals, and crushing loss, John and Sherlock find their way back home to one another, and together find new footing in a world that has changed forever.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Case Fic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

ANYTHING GOES – INEFFABLE HUSBANDS (5)

All Roads Lead To You by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel (T, 2,549 w., 2 Ch.|| Pining Crowley, Oblivious Aziraphale, Love Confessions, Feelings, Resolved Romantic Tension, Rescuing, Happy Ending, Snake Crowley, Magic Bracelets, POV Aziraphale) – It had taken Aziraphale quite some time to find the presence he had been looking for, but here he was, in the Reptile House of the London Zoo. As an angel, Aziraphale shouldn’t have been finding amusement in the discomfort of another, but he couldn’t help but do so as he was glared at by a very familiar snake. “Oh my dear,” Aziraphale murmured, “how ever did you end up in this situation?”

The slowest moving object in the universe by chamyl (G, 4,996 w., 1 Ch. || God POV, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Beach Day, Games, Light Humour, Tenderness, Embarassed Crowley, Soft Idiots, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Crowley and Aziraphale have had feelings for each other for a very long time. It takes a date at the lake and a round of 36 Questions That Lead To Love to give them the final push.

Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture (M, 10,134 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, First Time, Love Confessions, Body Swap, Wing Kink, Idiots In Love) – Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?

Souls In Creation by Dragonfruit112 (NR [M], 23,110 w., 6 Ch. || Aziraphale was Raphael, Hurt/Comfort, Angst With Happy Ending, True Angel Forms, Memory Loss/Amnesia, Seraph!Aziraphale, Cherub!Crowley, Moments of Time, Pining Aziraphale, Deaths, Disasters Through History, Whump, Taking Care of Each Other, Friendship, Mates to Friends to Mates, Bed Sharing, Sick Crowley, Healing Powers, BAMF Aziraphale) – They knew each other before the Fall. They loved each other before the Fall. They were creation's first soul mates. But the Fall changed everything, and now Aziraphale is forced to live in a world where only he remembers their shared past. Burdened by pain and grief, he hides himself under the guise of a clumsy Principality until he can make his love remember once more. Only, he doesn't know how long that'll take.

Any Way You Want It by LieutenantLiv (M, 27,585 w., 5 Ch. || Holidays, Slow Burn, Fluff, First Time, Eventual Smut, Swimming, Dreams of Dancing, Kissing in the Rain, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Crying Love Confessions, Soft Crowley, Clingy Crowley, Virgin Aziraphale, Romance) – Saving the world is exhausting work. With Heaven and Hell off their backs, it seems as good a time as any for Crowley and Aziraphale to take a proper break. Neither one of them predicts the direction their holiday takes.Who'd have thought that sharing a cottage in Scotland would be quite so romantic?

[phoenixfell]

😡 : Worst role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations?

My worst encounter actually happened off Tumblr with real-life friends which honestly I think makes it worse.  So I had two friends, Susan and Tyler; you see, Susan wasn’t a very... cooperative roleplayer--she was the type who would god-mod, metagame, make mary-sues.  Want to write a shocking revelation plot?  Too bad; after days of build up her characters ‘somehow’ figured it out.   Tyler, on the other hand was amazing.  He was a great writer, a great artist; etc etc.  He had a full universe of diverse and well-written characters and storylines and I loved hearing every little thing about it.  I loved roleplaying with him, I loved the chance of getting to talk about his universe and plotting with him.

But, you see, Tyler also came from a very restrictive household.  This was in the days of Yahoo! Messenger and such and I was warned repeatedly that he’d get in trouble if he was caught on when he shouldn’t be, so I always took care that he messaged me first.

Anyways, Tyler and I both agreed that while it was important for Susan to have fun, we both didn’t really like the way she wrote.  The constant metagaming and such became exhausting and it was disheartening to put so much work into a plot just to have it ruined by her characters acting out of line.  

Tyler stopped writing with me and stopped coming online, saying that he was tired of Susan abusing his characters and that he was afraid to come online because Susan would always jump on him wanting to write and he didn’t want to.  

Eventually one day I got fed up and told Susan that she really needed to develop her characters more, that it was difficult and unenjoyable to write with.  She agreed, admitting that she never put much thought into her characters and just winged it with whatever came to mind.

I off-handedly mentioned it to Tyler, thinking that maybe if I got Susan to back off, he’d write with us more.

Nah.

Tyler flipped out.  On me.  

He went on and on about how I had no right to talk to Susan like that, and he knew he’d feel very hurt and unwelcome if someone had said something like that to him.  

And then he didn’t talk to me for a year.  

Thinking back on it, there were numerous times when I caught him lying; I caught him and Susan roleplaying several times despite him claiming to not want to with him; I caught him claiming to be grounded while talking about all the fun stuff he did.  

To top it all off, when we finally did talk, instead of him actually explaining what the issue was, he just kept blowing it off, apologizing over and over again, saying it was his fault and he was under too much stress.

Fuck that.  Just tell me what the problem is.

As much as I accepted the apology, our relationship never went back to the way it was and slowly but surely, I lost interest in writing with him and all the stories and things he was developing.  Where I would once memorize everything he’d tell me, now I can barely be bothered to read any of it.  

[drake-the-incubus]

Tried writing from my iPad, this is just some personal feelings on a character I felt could have had some more development. Or in which I’ve given Eridan depression.

Fandom: Homestuck

Warnings: Self Harm, Possible Abuse, Depression, Mentions of Genocide, Murder and Death mention, Loss of Reality, How to not deal with depression, Ableist type assistance, Characters mean well, Self-Depreciating thoughts. 

Characters: Eridan, Feferi, Sollux and Karkat

Notes: This was based off of a roleplay I did and my feelings with it. The narrative choice not to use his name is important. I’ll cross post to AO3 later and update this blurb.

I’m…

I’m alone…

I’m alone aren’t I?

Aren’t I all alone right now?

Alone right now, floating.

Where am I floating?

Where am I?

Where?

What…

What happened?

What happened…

To me? To them? To the meteor? To Jack Noir?

To us all.

Killed…

I was killed. I killed her.

Why am I so dead inside?

Why is it so numb?

I heard revving.

Fef? Feferi… she’s dead. I killed her.

Kanaya…. I killed her. She killed me. She was dead, she’s not dead, she was dead.

She glowed.

Everything is screaming, everyone is screaming.

Its silent.

I’m screaming.

—

Eyes shooting open a young troll gazed up at the Alternian Sky, the hues growing as the sun rose. He had been napping by the ocean, on the beach.

Panic overtook him as he looked over his body, pulling up his shirt, and staring at unmarred grey skin.

Running a hand over his midsection he felt sick to his stomach, taking a shuddering breath and closing his eyes. He remembered Vriska in orange. Gamzee bleeding. Kanaya glowed. They all lived together.

He killed Feferi.

A dream, it was a dream, right?

He gazed out to the ocean and saw it rife with blood. Blues, greens, browns, violets, purples.

A massacre.

That wasn’t right, if there were too many dead luscii then Fef’s wouldn’t be fed properly and it would kill all the lowborn trolls, and then Fef would be upset and he needed to fix this how could he fix this-

He did this.

His fault, his fault, it was all his fault.

He dug his clawed hands into the sand and screamed. Tears falling down his face as he was abandoned. Alone.

He killed his father, his friends, his species, he destroyed everything.

He was hopeless.

What a worthless prince of hope he had become.

—

Time had no meaning, the sun wouldn’t continue to rise as he stared at it, and he didn’t move. He was a horrible excuse for a troll, he would have been culled long ago, he should have been.

Feferi was dead because of him. Sollux, Kanaya and the matriorb were also gone.

He broke every bond he ever had.

Who was he kidding, WHO ever cared about him.

No one could love a monster. No wonder Karkat screamed at him, and called him such horrible things.

Of course he was nothing more than a-

The sand looked different.

—

He stared at her, eyes wide opened, confused, horrified, and defeated. Hers were white. Why were they white. Wait no. Maybe he could do something, make it up to her.

He stood up, sand falling from him in slow motion as he took a deep breath.

One apology, just admit what he did wrong, he could do that. For her at least.

“Hey… Fef… Feferi.” His voice wavered. He felt the tell of tears in his eyes as he quickly wiped it away before she could turn.

Her head snapped to him, staring at first in confusion.

Then in anger.

With a scream of anguish she tackled him, hands raised over his head, ready to bring them down on his face, anything.

He laid there, waiting for the strike. He deserved it. It was deserved, so why did he feel a tight sensation in his chest. Closed eyes were the best way to deal with this.

His eyes opened when instead of a punch, she rested her hands on his chest. Tears falling from her face, before she just crawled off of him and laid in the sand.

He went to offer his cape, but remembered he discarded it to… how could he.

“Feferi… I’m…”

“How could you Eridan? How could you… why did you kill them?”

He was taken aback, then closed his eyes. Of course.

“I didn’t mean to… I didn’t… I wasn’t…”

“You didn’t mean to? We’re DEAD! Gone! You killed us!!”

“I…” He looked down, and then back up. She was gone.

No… looking at the sand, she wasn’t there at all.

He cried.

—

Walking across the beach was weird, suspended in time, but never staying together. It was changing from his crimes to peaceful. Only never near the murderer.

Of course.

He didn’t deserve the beauty of the water.

He deserved to be dead.

—

She stood there, in the distance, he didn’t say a word, he couldn’t.

She stood there.

Was she ever there at all.

—

Staring at her, he had to do a double take. The same spot, every time. Was this Heaven or hell. Given what had happened, he could only say hell.

A punishment inflicted upon him for how horrible he was.

That gave him too much credit.

He wasn’t important enough to even receive divine punishment.

Walking over he had a mission.

Talk it through, admit his faults.

Die again.

A long shot wasn’t hard for him, he was a marksman.

However having abandoned his rifle, perhaps it would be.

“Hello…” That was courteous, beautiful. Any troll should be pleased with such a greeting.

Maybe not. He killed her in cold blood. He shouldn’t have killed her.

“No hard feelings, right, Fef?”

Feferi turned, and stared at him. Her eyes watered, before she lunged at him with a scream. Tackling him to the sand and straddling him. Once fist clenched around his shirt as she raised her fist. She brought it down only to stop at the last second and clench his shirt, giving a soft sniffle.

“Hi…”

Fighting his instincts for the hundredth time since waking up, he stared at her in confusion. Why didn’t she hit him, he deserved it. He deserved to be screamed at and hurt. This wasn’t normal.

“So… uh…” He was being awkward. Couldn’t he just fucking be a normal person and apologize. She deserved it, couldn’t he just open his stupid mouth.

“Fef, I didn’t… This isn’t what I meant to happen, I didn’t think it would and I certainly didn’t plan for it.” Excuses. Is that all he was good for?

“I wasn’t thinking right and things kept happening… and I killed you.” Her silence was killing him. He should have run. Why did he think he was good at anything, why didn’t he just abscond. What kind of monster talks to their victims.

“Eridan, shut up. Stop it.” She wiped her tears. A contrast to his dry eyes. “Why pretend that none of this happened on purpose, it’s stupid. You hurt me, Kanaya and Sollux… and it’s my fault.”

His heart broke as she continued.

“If I hadn’t run away from my responsibilities and decided to play the game, none of this would have happened. I discarded my responsibilities, like keeping you at bay, and now we’re stuck like this.” She rolled off of him and lied in the sand, looking at the coloured sky.

Guilt overwhelmed him, he felt awful, this hurt more than a punch. He deserved it. He could have just not been a shitty troll and she’d be happy. He stopped being flushed for her, but not soon enough, despite being long ago. He’d blame Sollux but he knew otherwise. The true person at fault.

“We’re not moirails anymore. It ended so long ago, and even if I had different intentions, it’s done.” Pain lacerated his heart. He was over her, but he hadn't recovered. One thing hadn’t faded, the pain of seeing her hurt. He always hated it. “Fef, I shot YOU. I killed you. We both know whose fault this is. I was a moron, I killed you and now I’ve trapped you here. I’m to blame. You deserved a break from me. I wasn’t thinking, but if it helps, Kanaya killed me, and was glowing… I swear this magic shit needs to stop.”

“I shouldn’t have fought you back.” He softly spoke. Feeling that to be true. He never should have fought back. Feferi should have killed him. He deserved it.

Taking one last glance at the sky, she sighed and looked at him, staring at his pathetic look, he thought.

“This is both our faults. I never thought about how ending our moirallegiance made you feel. I wasn’t only thinking of myself and that was wrong of me.” She looked away briefly, before looking back to him. Those white eyes a haunting reminder of how horrible he was.

No, she was wrong, she was so wrong and she didn’t even know it.

“I know how hard it is for you to say sorry. Especially when I don’t think either of us actually are.” She looked back at the sky. “There’s no point dwelling on who is or isn’t an idiot, we both are and were, but at least we’re not alone.”

She was wrong. She wasn’t an idiot. He didn’t deserve to be with someone, no matter how much he wanted to be. He hated that he made her feel this way, to put herself down.

But he couldn’t console her, he wasn’t sorry for anything but killing her. A monster like him couldn’t make her feel better. He could even justify killing her on his head. He deserved to be dead, she didn’t.

“Fef… you… You shouldn’t feel this way. You shouldn’t be dead, or at least, stuck with me.” He rolled onto his side to look at her better.

“I would go back and spare you if I could…” He twisted the rings on his fingers, looking down. “Sol too, even if I don’t think he deserves it. I mean it. Feferi, I mean it when I say I never intended to hurt you or kill you. I do care.” Something in him felt so heavy and he felt tears well up. “I’m not flushed anymore, and I think that’s a good thing, but I care.”

He took in a shuddering breath, tears falling down his face. “I didn’t think it would take dying to realize you were right.” He sat up, looking at the sky and stretching. What a useless thing for a ghost to do, but he felt a bit better doing it. “I’ll point out that I deserved to be hit, and I wouldn’t have blamed you.”

Closing his eyes he hugged his knees closer. “It was for the best you ended it. I do want you to be happy. Just… at that time I wanted to be the reason why.”

“I was angry. But punching you wouldn’t have solved anything. I still care about you. I do appreciate you trying to make me feel better.” She sat up as well, pulling one knee up and leaving the other overstretched, gazing over at him.

She shouldn’t care at all about something like him.

“You don’t have to lie to me about Sollux either. I know you didn’t like him.” She glanced down at her feet, sighing. “We weren’t going to work out anyway. I reminded him of who he liked, and it hurt, I’m still sore over it. It was probably the best we ended up this way. I probably would have been culled by the Condesce anyways.”

“What never!” Scoffing he crossed his arms, bringing his legs down and looking at her, “you would have been the best empress there ever was. And if Sol couldn’t see how great you are then he didn’t deserve you. You’ve always said there’s plenty of guppies in the sea, shore-ly you would have found your match.” He knew his fish pun days were numbered but he wanted to make her smile.

She didn’t deserve the pain she felt.

She did nothing wrong.

“Reel-ly Fef. I mean it. As a… potential friend,” he didn’t think it was right to call himself her friend after killing her, “I really think that. I know I don’t deserve to call myself your friend, but I want to change that. I want to deserve it. I want to deserve calling you my friend.” He gave a small laugh, “besides, on the whole punching thing, it would have solved the whole not being punched at all.” He looked at her. “Though how can you change the empire if you were culled, Nope, the Fef I know would have won and become the next empress. Leader of the Universe, and you would have changed everything for the better. We also were heading to god hood.”

—

Vanished. She too vanished. Was it his brain telling him to forgive himself instead of seeking forgiveness, or to give up because she’d never stay.

She stood there in the distance.

He turned away.

Voices called his name.

—

A chainsaw revs, he heard it get so close.

It missed.

—

Waking up, he panicked, looking around and sliding off the couch. He went into the lab, seeing the fuschia on the floor.

“ED woke up.” Someone called out as he stared at the ground.

“Great, the stupid seadweller woke up, give a prize, he’s lucky to be alive.” Came a grating voice, before a short troll walked in. Karkat. “Staring in enjoyment?”

His heart sank as he looked at him, then at Sollux. The other troll was… alive? His eyes looked fucked up. Karkat looked upset.

Swallowing he dug his claws into his hands, letting violet drip onto the floor. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I should have been a better troll…”

He knew their gazes were filled with hate as he turned around to walk away from the pair. Expecting them to call him as he was. He didn’t want to see it, he wanted to hide, he didn’t have his cape.

“Did you… just apologize? What the… Eridan Ampora, you fuckup of a troll, turn the fuck around and get back here.”

He didn’t listen, but didn’t expect the strong and painful grip on his arm, knowing Karkat drew blood, he didn’t turn to him.

“ED stop.” Finding out it wasn’t Karkat that grabbed him, he looked over in shock.

“Sit down. We need to talk.”

Numbly he sat in his chair. The two looked down at him, judging him.

“This isn’t the meteor.” Sollux started off with.

“Hey! Don’t tell the idiot that! We worked hard to recreate this place and you just give it away?!”

“Hey, KK, shut up. Look at him. He’s near tears.” He pulled Feferi’s goggles off, revealing his red and blue eyes, before putting his glasses on. “You’re ten sweeps old. Grow up.”

He looked at Karkat closer, noticing he was taller, and had the distinct mutant red eye colour. The culling drones would have killed him by now.

“I don’t care if he is! He ruined the session. He murdered people! Why are we bringing horrible people back to life, huh?! When did this happen Captor?!”

“FF asked us to.”

“I don’t care! He’s awful!”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Like he should, he dug his claws deep into his arm.

“You’re Right.” He muttered, knowing they wouldn’t hear. But they did.

The silence that came afterwards.

Sollux stared at Karkat before pointing at the door.

The mustard blood sat down in a chair and stared at him with disgust. It was obvious.

“You’re a piece of shit, you know that?”

He went to open his mouth to agree.

“Keep your mouth shut ED. You hurt her, so many times, you never gave her emotional care and you only ever cared about yourself. But so did everyone else. No one really gave a shit about each other, and we all were fighting. You, Feferi, Tavros, Nepeta and Equius died. You didn’t kill me, though I was half dead.” He sighed. “And FF told me about the dream bubbles. She remembered all of her times there. You said you were sorry and regretted it.”

He looked down in shame.

“She said you did your best to make her feel better about everything. And you’re right, it’s not her fault, it is yours. If you didn’t kill GA and the Matriorb you’d have lived.” He snapped his fingers to get the seadweller to look up. “And yet, one thing bothers me. Fight back. You fought back with FF. That’s why you deserve to die. Bullshit Eridan.” He cocked his head. “You’re alive now.” He used his psionics to prevent him from digging his claws in further. “We went through a LOT of trouble to do so, so you shouldn’t kill yourself.”

“Just stop I don’t-“

“Want to hear this, too bad. Someone has to. You fucked up and the first solution was to blame everyone else, now you’re sitting in self-pity and self-hatred and you can’t tell me that you’re not trying to be your own shitty Kismesis. By the way our Quadrants weren’t right, fishdick.” He tapped the back of the chair, staring at him. “Feferi told me you would be upset when you woke up and asked me to talk to you. I-“

“Don’t bother, I don’t need your help So-“

“Would you shut the fuck up and wait for me to finish?!” He snapped bearing his teeth and eyes starting to spark.

Taking a deep breath he looked him in the eyes, “look, stop this self-hating bullshit. You fucked up but you’re not going to get anywhere with anyone by focussing on what a piece of shit you were.”

He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t. It was awful, he couldn’t take this anymore, and cried. Feeling pathetic.

“Eridan. She forgives you. Not in the way you want, she still feels uncomfortable about talking to you.”

“She shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“Why?! I killed her-“

“Terezi killed Vriska and they’re matesprits, or something like that.”

“But that’s not-“

“You’re being a moron. Look. I’m going to be honest, I am just talking to you because of Feferi. I don’t want to talk to you, not because I hate you, but rather our petty bullshit is a stain on my life. You won the fight, she attacked you, and you killed her. Self defence and whatever.”

“That’s-“

“You were going to do something awful, did do something awful and died for it. Your anti-landdweller bullshit was fascist and genocidal. We all hated it. However you were a kid. So my advice, Eridan. Grow up. You’re alive, deal with it. I’ll come find your dead ass and beat it if you don’t. You’re not a monster, Gamzee is more of one and he’s still Gamzee or the clown.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Apologize when you’re not a self-hating prick who looks like you’d let me kill him.”

“I… that…”

“It’ll happen. Just catch up in age and wait.”

—

Eridan opened his eyes. He was on the beach. He was dead. He killed his friends.

He wasn’t going to dwell on it.

Thousands of years of self-loathing was finally enough.

[lennoxfraser-blog]

ooc week: day six

Your first RP: wow... it was an asylum/mental illness rp called Preston. they were so popular when i joined the rp world that i didn’t even think about it or how it might be a bit problematic. it was actually a really great rp though - i met so many people, learned how to roleplay, and found my feet. for anyone who’s old school OL, that’s where i met kiel :} (kiel was the first admin of OL way back in the day)

Other RPs you were in: so after Preston, i came to OL as a player. then Preston closed and OL became my only roleplay, so i joined a marauders rp (i can’t remember the name... but it was huge at the time? i’m sure someone else has probably joined it rip) as benji fenwick. i dropped out bc it got super cliquey, and then i kept on w/ OL. when OL closed for a while, i was already in an rp at the time called Affluenza (which is where i met tara !!! hello !!), but it closed, then i started up OL again w/ em and here we are. i joined a marauders rp after OL opened where i played regulus black, but it closed really quickly. i haven’t been in many or at least they didn’t last for long - OL has been my only constant.

Your first character: oh god my heart is aching. his name was pearce williams, and his FC was lee pace, and honestly..... i’ve spent the rest of my roleplay life chasing that high of being pearce. he was a sad boy who was really big (all my characters are tall... i think i’m overcompensating bc i’m short) and he was a romantic in love w/ kiel’s character. i loved him, i still do.

Your favourite character that you’ve ever RP’d as: i’m not sure. i love my character named levi because he was a challenge for me, and he’s tied to really nice memories with tara. i loved keller (from first OL) though - he was problematic as hell in hindsight, but i feel like i made him with my own two hands, so i loved him.

Your favourite FC to use: matt daddario is Providing for me... he’s cured my crops and fed my family... he’s got a good range of gifs and the fact that shadowhunters is still airing is helping a lot. but lee pace is my #identity tbh

FCs you have used: wow okay. lee pace, andrew garfield, emma stone (RIP grace), xavier samuel, tom sturridge. (i don’t really play females rip)

FCs that have been absolutely ruined for you (no offense intended to anyone playing them right now though): tyler posey. aaron taylor-johnson. candice swanepool. all for very different reasons lol

Your dream RP/an RP you’d like to join or make: i don’t want to give away spoilers but i’m already................ in the works of one of my dreams ;) other than that, i’ve love to make/join the ultimate marauders rp - set in the wide world of the wizarding world and battles and duels adn deception.

Do you prefer to admin or be a player? i find it hard to give up worrying when i’m just a player - even if it’s a good roleplay, i worry about being a burden to the admin or that i’m doing something wrong or that i’ve overstepped. i’m probably more comfortable being an admin in that case so that i just worry about everyone else and not myself lol.

What personality type do you think you play best? the cold, dead characters tbh. i think i can do cold/reserved/sarcastic okay, but i need all my characters to have a heart underneath. if they’re an asshole for an asshole’s sake, i really struggle to get into their character. 

A character (or character type) you’d like to play in the future: someone cruel tbh like a death eater. i’ve dabbled as being regulus, but he’s hardly a death eater when he’s at hogwarts - so i’d like to play someone badass and cruel and savage, just to see if i could.

Do you think your writing has improved through roleplaying? 100%. the first time i ever roleplayed, i was amazed at how well everyone else wrote and i didn’t think i was good enough to even be there. reading people’s paras and threads is so educational for me - whether it’s a nice turn of phrase or a string of words that someone’s used, i love reading and learning and expanding my own vocabulary. it’s also a great way to see how other people reason their character’s thoughts and actions, which is helpful to an author.

Gif chats or paras? paras D: i feel like there isn’t enough development or progress in gif chats - the space doesn’t allow it. give me a good para where i can read your character’s thoughts for 98% of it lol

Open starters or planned threads? i think some great things can come from open starters, but i much prefer planned threads where we can talk through what we want to happen and what we’re both going to get out of it!

A memorable roleplay moment: hm... operation:riot in OL was important to me, just because it felt monumental and new to me as a roleplayer. it was a hefty task to organise but em and i both felt as though it paid off afterward, and we slept for a week. but honestly, every time i’m able to pull off a surprise event in the roleplay by plotting and planning with some players behind the scenes has been a great moment, mostly because i know it feels good to them to see it go off well, and for the surprise of the players who didn’t know.

Have you made any friendships through roleplaying? i feel as though i’ve made a lot of friends - people that i don’t talk to anyone more are still friendships that i treasure. i made great friends at my first rp, i made great friends through OL, and i met tara. i’ve loved getting to know people and writing together, and honestly seeing people grow up/do new things/achieve their dreams while we roleplay in the background is amazing.

Why did you start roleplaying, and why do you continue to roleplay? i started when i was out of hospital and sick, so i had nothing to do. i was also pretty depressed at that time, and roleplaying gave me something to look forward to, as well as friendships that helped get me back up off the ground. i continued because i honestly don’t know how to stop - i love the idea of being a character and getting into their head; i think RPing is addictive, and once you start, you can’t ever really let it go. even when i stopped RPing for like 6 months/a year, i still thought about it a lot.