#unorthodox way of introducing one of my OCs

[jack-the-nibbler]

Voretober Day 4: Haunt

It's an old, beautiful house, quite cheap on the market. So you probably should have expected some trouble from the previous owners...

At first you had wondered why the house had been so cheap. Yes, it was old and in need of some refurbishments, but you didn’t mind that at all. The realtor had told you that many people had complaints of noise, and other things that they refused to disclose. Yes, the atmosphere was a bit eerie, and there were some weird groaning noises coming from the pipes at night, but you could adapt.

But then it became more than just pipes. Sometimes the faucets ran with blood red liquid. The flowers out in the garden seemed to hiss and snap at you. When you got out of the shower, you’d find messages like “GET OUT” and “LEAVE” written on the mirror. There was no doubt that a previous occupant was not happy that you were here. But you didn’t care. Ghost or not, there was no way you were moving back to your dingy old apartment.

One night, you found yourself unable to rest. That eerie atmosphere had been intensifying all week, and throughout the day you felt like you were being watched, glared at. Dread slowly crept through you, fear seeping into your bones, and you couldn’t understand why.

Your bedroom door suddenly swung open. You gasped, pulling the covers up to your face, daring to peek. There was a man standing there; he had handsome, sharp features and a somewhat chubby belly. He wore a top hat that paired perfectly with his Victorian era suit, and a scowl on his face.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” he muttered, marching up to you. “But that ends tonight!” You shook your head, your voice caught in your throat. The gentleman had an otherworldly glow about him, and his hands were like a freezing mist as he grasped your shoulders, devoid of the warmth of life. “This has worked on everyone before you, no reason it should fail now.”

“W-Wait-!” you cried out, watching with wide eyes as he lunged forward, easily engulfing your head in his mouth. Unfortunately he wasn’t as incorporeal as he looked, and your hopes that you would phase right through him were snuffed out as ectoplasmic saliva dripped down your cheek. The specter kept a tight hold on you, gripping your arms as he forced your head and shoulders into his flexible throat.

You whimpered as you slid down the ghostly gentleman’s gullet inch by inch. It was now crystal clear why all the other buyers had left. You couldn’t blame them now…your panicking mind was racing. Would this angry specter have mercy on you? Were you about to be digested by a dead man? Your legs kicked wildly, but your devourer wasn’t bothered at all. He held onto your hips, his belly expanding as your legs were slurped down with frightening efficiency.

As the ghost’s belly rounded out, you found that you could actually see out into your bedroom. You reached out, vainly hoping that you could push your arm through to the outside. But your hand pressed against a gooey stomach wall, refusing to yield enough for you to break free. Your legs joined you in the slimy pouch, forcing you to curl up within. You sat in shock, gingerly pushing around. Your struggles soon picked up, intensifying with your urge not to stew within this man’s otherworldly guts.

“Why are you doing this?!” you cried, pushing against the walls of your slimy, spectral prison. “I didn’t mean any harm!” The ghost pressed down on you and scoffed.

“Of course you didn’t…You’d just be gutting our home, tearing everything we cherished apart and forcing us to endure years of our afterlife putting up with you and your rowdy activities!” he growled. He glared down at you through his clear stomach walls, making you meekly shrink back.

“N-no, I wasn’t going to do that…hell, I can’t even afford to do that…” you said softly, shivering. “If I wanted that, I would have just moved to the city. I really do like this place…”

The specter fell silent, a hand resting over your form. He mulled over your words, his harsh gaze gradually softening the more he looked over you. You seemed genuine, just confused and scared. He’d swallowed and scared away plenty of other residents, but this time guilt was starting to creep in.

“Oh…perhaps I judged you too soon…I apologize…” he said, carefully rubbing over you. “I won’t chase you out, then. As long as you don’t mind living with ghosts.” Relief instantly swept over you. You sighed, laying back within his gut.

“So…you’ll let me out?” You asked. You felt safer now, especially since you didn’t feel any tingling or other signs of digestion. It was just horribly slimy, and just a bit chilly. Not to mention sticky too…but you could actually get used to this otherwise.

“Yes…in the morning. I’ll even help you wash the ectoplasm out of your clothes,” he said. “My name is Garrett, by the way. We can talk more in the morning.” Garrett laid back, pulling the blanket up over his full belly. “I think my husband will like you.”

Oh well…you nestled in slightly, soothed by Garrett caressing your form. The blanket at least helped to warm you up a bit. Another presence soon joined him in bed, their own spectral hand resting over you. It helped to soothe you further after that fright. You slowly drifted off, having quite a lot to look forward to tomorrow…

[cerbin-aen-feainn]

Pen, Copics, American Gothic, Creative for my baby boy Lucien now 🔫

woa mama how are you so fucking fast

anyway one sad boy extraordinaire coming up

Pen

what's one minor moment your character regrets? A small mistake, but something they "can't erase"?

Okay this is fun. I think he considers his first meeting with the Frye twins his small mistake; the way he introduced himself, how he didn't even want to give them the benefit of the doubt initially, despite all their successes giving him plenty evidence that sure, their methods might be unorthodox for him (looking at you, Jacob) and he doesn't necessarily understand or care about the hunt for the pieces of Eden, they can still be trusted and relied on. He regrets how coldly he treated them and sometimes wishes he acted different, but it's water under the bridge now and they managed to see eye-to-eye, forging an alliance, a friendship and even something more.

Copics

what is this character's most expensive habit or hobby? Do they ever feel guilty about the money they spend on it?

His interest in fashion, horse riding and music is likely his most expensive habit and hobby. Dressing the way he does, always elegant and immaculate, requires a lot of money — let it be paying all his tailors or the laundresses cleaning his clothes. As for music, his collection of musical instruments is ever growing and purchasing decades old, if not older, and high quality instruments probably has never been too cheap. As for horse riding, it's always been an expensive hobby, with all the upkeep, care and such horses require. He doesn't feel guilty about the money he spends on frivolities like this but he always makes sure he makes up for those expenses by making sure the servants of his household are well-paid and compensated for all their trouble for example.

American Gothic

what's one relationship between characters in this work that you think people wouldn't expect? (i.e., how the people in American Gothic are not married, they're the painter's sister and dentist)

The very warm, brotherly relationship between Lucien and Ned Wynert under their business arrangement; trans men in solidarity, Ned basically adopted this kid as his baby brother (and treats him as such).

Creative!

free space! share something you've been dying to share about your writing! Could be an OC that never gets the limelight, a moment you were proud of, or anything else you'd like to share

Hm, well, I suppose I'm quite proud of the work I put into Lucien since I created him in 2019. He evolved so much over the years and so did his story and I think I'm quite proud of the current results, even as I still fiddle with it here and there.

[writinggremlin]

Why, hello there!!

Allow me to introduce myself. (NOW WITH MASTERPOST!! WOAHHHH!!!!) (found at the bottom. I need to remake this post from the ground up next year.)

I haven't really come up with a pseudo name for myself yet, so I guess "Gremlin" or "That One Chaotic Lil Shit. You Know The One!" will do for now. No DNI here btw. I am totally, 100%, definitely 19. So all of those 18+ blogs that are just checking for my age can move on now, haha!

...Why are they still here? And looking at me suspiciously? Y-- You guys can leave now! Shoo! Go on!

Well then. Anygayyyyy! Other than that, I guess the other important thing to mention is pronouns. You may use she/her or they/them. I honestly don't care which ones you use for me. Use one, use the other, or get a little wacky with it and change them out mid-sentence. Are you still talking about the same person? Or somebody else entirely? Who knows!

In addition to that, if you wish to refer to me as a little lad or fellow, I would definitely not complain!

Something else that's probably worth mentioning is that this is, indeed, a side blog, which means that the blog I'll be doing my likes and follows and such from, will not be this one. I don't put any mention of this blog on my other ones because I don't want that audience knowing about this. Besides, my mom's on here too, and she knows about my two other blogs. Yeah..... you probably get it lmao.

However, I don't mind this community knowing about my main stuff, so I'll give you guys a hint, because this is an easter egg hunt now apparently (/s /lh). Nah, but fr, I tend to like a post either immediately before, or after I reblog it. Also my pfp is a chaotic collage of our lord and savior, Spleens, the cat. All hail the Glow Cloud, and all hail Spleens, the cat.

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So. Now that the basic stuff is out of the way, it's time to get into some more blog-related things about me. Specifically when it comes to writing. So fuckle all of your seatbelts, because this may get long.

To start off, I initially just spontaneously created this blog to dump a lot of reblog stuff that I loved and didn't want to lose. That's not going to stop anytime soon. Buuuut, lately I've been feeling more confident to post random prompts and ideas, and maybe even a random blurb or two! So, there's that for the near future. Maybe. Possibly.

Next I'd like to mention that I have OCs!! Quite a few, to be exact. All with their own intricate lil storylines and a few unique settings! I love to scheme and keep plenty of secrets, as well as make some goofy references here and there. Just because I like to write some sad shit, doesn't mean that I can't have some fun with wacky stuff happening in the background too!

Anyway, the OCs of mine that I'll probably mention most around here right now are: Mist, Ember, Kage, and Onyx. (As for my whumper's, those two are Vivek and Lilium.)

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Hmm... what else...

Oh- uhm! Tropes I like and the squicks and stuff!

Tropes I enjoy:

• Delirium/Half-Conscious/Dazed

• Mind Control/Hypnosis/Brainwashing (I guess you could say that I tend to... lose my mind over this one)

• Drugged/Spiked

• Sick/Fever

• Just any loss of situational awareness, really

• Fainting (I'm tempted to write a tip post for this one, because there's some underrated things that I think some people might really like to mess around with! Also because I might've had a whole hyperfixation on this stuff.)

• Lab Whump (so fun to read, oddly difficult to write)

• Starvation

• Pushed to the limit, and then some. Doesn't matter who's doing the pushing.

The tropes I don't so much enjoy:

I don't really have any triggers when it comes to reading, but there are a few things that can make me uncomfy.

• Sexual Non-Con. (Gives the heebie jeebies)

• Oddly Specific/Unorthodox Whumps (Yanking teeth, yanking fingernails, putting something under fingernails, etc. More heebie jeebies.)

• Visually speaking, I recently learned that I get triggered by watching somebody who's obviously suffering/dying, but everybody around them tries to dismiss it or act like they're fine. It's fine to write and read (love it in word form, actually), but as soon as it's a video, I just can't.

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YIPPEE, A MASTERLIST!!!

OC intros

Mist

(One down... 15(?) more to go.)

The only OC piece I've posted so far (that may change soon 👀)

Prompts/Ideas (Feel free to use!! And please show me if you do, I'd love to see what you do with my funky lil scenarios!)

Baby's first contribution!

Blank slate

Secret punishments

Trapped

"I don't matter."

Suddenly ripped away

Stressed out caretakers

Eavesdropping caretaker

Helpful angst

Angy whumper

Dizzy whumpees

DISGUSTANG!

Chill out in the freezer

Chill out in the freezer (cont.)

Ask games that I am desperate someone contributes to. Please. My askbox is so empty that there's cobwebs forming in there.

Blog ask game

OC introduction ask game

93 OC questions

Oddly specific OC asks

Tags worth mentioning:

Check out #good soup for all of the good shit

#delicious soup is a tier above the good soup

#ultimate soup is the best of the best. The golden buzzer of soups. I am addicted to that post and regularly return to it. Only one post has it right now.

And that's all for now! Thanks for reading through all of this, and I hope you guys all have a great day/night/life!!

[deb79ful]

Let's go and introduce the next OC, shall we? This here's Jaga Aranea, a princess on the distant planet Arakis, though she's not one to rely on mere diplomacy—she's also a member of an ancient ninja clan! She combines her katana and stinger to surprising effect, and is deft enough on her feet to sidestep blaster shots and climb up walls. In her spare time, she plays a Solitaire-like game called Kuresoera to keep her mind sharp.

One thing to keep in mind if you meet her... She may be a princess, but don't feel the need to bow to her. She's not a fan.

Jaga's a character I created for a friend's tabletop RPG campaign way back when, a spacefaring one. Unorthodox, sure, but I didn't want to go bog-standard, and with the system we were using allowing for a Giant Insect character (yes I know they're arachnids shush), I decided to play it risky. Invested in tech use, at least, so those pincers of hers didn't just break anything she tried to grab!

Sadly, the campaign in question kinda fizzled out when we went our separate ways between high school and college, but Jaga's stuck around in the back of my mind. Like with most of my OCs, I'd love to bring her to more stuff in the future—an RPG, certainly! Maybe one day, when I can get into making video games...

(And yes, Jaga's name does come from Bionicle's Nui-Jaga. I loved that franchise as a kid! Still do, actually.)

[girlboss-revan]

just a very fun idea that i may or may not pursue along with my very many other Fun Ideas

Anakin, somehow, someway, finds himself in the possession of an unusual holocron. 

It’s unusual in the fact that there is no way to tell if it was Jedi or Sith. It may have been made my someone else altogether. 

He does not tell anyone about this discovery, because it feels wrong. The Force tells him he has to keep this to himself. If anyone found out about it, they would surely take it away and he can’t let that happen. 

Why can’t he let that happen? He has no idea. 

He finally figures out how to open it and it’s just... some person? A person in dark, ancient Jedi robes with a Force presence that can only be described as weird as fuck. 

Gray but constantly shifting. On the precipice of Light and Dark, stable in its instability. Chaotic, powerful, and unlike anything Anakin has ever witnessed. (Distantly he realizes this is how the other Jedi feel about him.)

The woman does not give her name, only cryptically implying that she’s old enough to witness history fade into legend. Eventually Anakin is able to glean that she was from the time of Jedi Civil Wars, some 3000 years ago. 

The holocron was not made to store specific wisdom or knowledge. It was a diary, an attempt at leaving a legacy behind. A statement that whoever created it was once a person, not just a name in a textbook. 

They talk. Of course Anakin has so many questions and the woman tries her best to answer, to give advice based on what she has to give. 

Her ideas are, to be frank, extremely radical. Anakin knows exactly why the Council will confiscate this holocron if they were to discover it. It was absolutely seeping with heresy. 

She has knowledge of both the Jedi and the Sith. Enough knowledge to have solid opinions on the philosophies of both, with her own borrowing liberally from the two. Disagreeing with both as often as she believed they both had merit. She talks from personal experience, but doesn’t give more than what’s necessary. Anakin would suspect it was a Sith holocron if it didn’t have so much... Light. 

“Who are you?” Anakin asked, awed in the traditional sense of the word. 

The woman in the holocron only smiled. “I’ve had many titles. I disliked all of them.” 

She eventually gives herself a name - Mala Khan. 

Anakin calls her Master Khan, because surely she must be an ancient master with her command of the Force? 

Mala teases him mercilessly for it. 

“The masters of my time would rather choke than acknowledge me as a peer,” she said with no small hint of bitterness. A rueful smile tugs at her lips. “I can hardly even call myself a Jedi, at this point. I left the order when it no longer needed me.” 

Over time Anakin gleans more information. 

She was an adult when she was admitted into the Order under a time of duress. She has intimate experience of both the Light and Dark, having struggled endlessly with the push and pull of both. She resents the Force for choosing her, as if it were an entity all its own. She was married. She had a wife. She believed that love was the most important thing in the galaxy. 

“If it wasn’t for her,” Mala said, more serious than Anakin has ever seen her. “I would have been lost. Love is not a weakness. Love is the greatest source of strength there is.” 

Anakin kinda really wants to cry when he hears that. 

They both see their similarities. Both were chosen by the Force, given a power that isolated them from others. Both were unorthodox in their times. Both loved desperately and unconditionally. Both were thrust into power at a turning point in history. Both were mechanics at heart, both had a taste for risk and rebellion, both had reservations with the Order and struggles with Jedi doctrine. 

For once in his life, Anakin has someone he can truly confine in, besides Palpatine. Even then, Mala offers much more directed comfort than the Supreme Chancellor ever could, because the Supreme Chancellor wasn’t a Jedi and didn’t understand. 

He was so, incredibly betrayed when he eventually found out that Mala Khan, confidant, support, friend - was Revan, ancient Dark Lord of the Sith. 

“It was a shock for me, too,” she joked, attempting to lighten the mood. She tilted her head and studied Anakin’s expression. “What have the Jedi told you? About Revan?” 

“That you are an example of what not to be. The ideal Jedi brought down by their vanity and arrogance.” 

“They don’t mention the war? The intent that led to the fall? The false reasoning? The ultimate redemption?” Mala - Revan - tilts her head. “Though, I deny the idea that anything could truly redeem what I have done. It is easy to make an example of history. It is hard to acknowledge that those people were sentient - capable of good and evil in equal measure and gifted with the ability to justify their actions.” 

“I did what I felt I had to and it led to more strife. Perhaps you can take that as an example, young Jedi. For as much wisdom as I thought I had, it was not nearly enough. What saved me, in the end, were the people I cared about. The idea that what I personally wanted would destroy them in the process. Think about this and everything I have said. My past does not discredit what was my present.” 

Yes, in the end this is a fix-it-fic idea. 

Anakin finds the confidant he needed who encouraged challenging the repressing ideas of the Jedi order while admonishing the selfishness of the Sith. 

Anakin basically becomes friends with someone who has been dead for 3000+ years and is also an incredibly controversial character in history and it changes him for the better. He resists the pull of the Dark because of his love for Padme and Obi-Wan. He thinks of the moment Revan had the opportunity to trade the galaxy and her friends for love, but refused on account of it going against who Bastila once was. 

Chaotic lesbian Jedi Turned Sith Lord Turned Jedi Turned Outlier inspires the Chosen One to just... Refuse the lure of the Dark, by introducing him to the idea that he can Just Be A Normal Dude Who Cares About Others. 

Mala intimately knows the allure of the Ends Justify the Means mentality and discourages Anakin from falling into that trap. 

That’s it. 

That’s the Very Fun idea I have that ultimately is just forcing Anakin to interact with what is essentially my OC.

Star Wars brainrot is very real and very powerful. 

[riley-phoenix]

Pairing: Nik X Reader (gender not specified)... Eventually

Canon: Choices: Stories You Play: Nightbound

Content: psychological disorder, murder, blood, angst

Author's Note: The Reader of this fic isn't the reader of Nightbound, Alex (Default name of Nightbound OC)

Chapter Summary: "Shadowbound" from your point of view

You walked under the beaming lights of the city as the wind blew freely through the starry night sky. Taking the all too familiar turns around the city, outside the garage store, you stopped short at the sight of someone inside. You were never one to be caught off guard but the tension of the situation held a level of rarity, there was something special about the person inside. Your ability to read people at first glance was just one by-product of your troubled past, a childhood that moulded your mind into the fast-paced machine it is today. You observed the man through the glass of the garage store, memorizing every detail of his physical stature. He had thick, gold-blonde hair, styled into a slick brush-back. Clean shaven with the exception of light stubble on his chin and above his lips. His fashion choice was unorthodox, but not in a 'He doesn't know what he's doing' way and in more of a 'To hell with the latest trends' way. He wore jeans, a pair of gloves and a leather coat that only added to the mysterious aura that originated from him. One thing was clear; he'd piqued your interest.

In an effort to speak to him, you found yourself wandering aimlessly in the garage store, subconsciously running your hand over the shelves as you looked on at him from afar. Observing him closely and trying to find any excuse to talk to him, you grabbed a few random items off the shelf and walked sternly in his direction. In an effort to steal his attention, you purposefully brush into his shoulder, "accidentally" dropping your groceries. With an artificial expression of embarrassment on your face, you lean down to gather some of your things, not before the stranger joins you to help gather them. "Oh, my bad!... Working late, huh?", He asks as he gathers the last of them. "Mm? Oh, about to head back to the station, actually, I'm *your name*, detective *your name*. You say with a shortness of breath as you introduce yourself. "Nik", the stranger says as he returns your introduction. Everything seemed perfect, this could have been the fairytale meetcute you always dreamed of, just like in the movies. Two people accidentally bump into each other and unknowingly it's love at first sight... Then she came over. "Who was this women?" "Who was she to Nik?" That, and about 998 other questions flew recklessly through your brain as the woman began to speak, "I think I've got everything, babe".

Your stomach turned and your eyes twitched as the words left her mouth, "Babe"?, You could feel the vein in your neck pulsing faster than usual and you wanted nothing except for the earth to swallow you whole. It was okay though, you had ways of dealing with situations like this. You camouflaged in the dark and waited as Nik left the store and trudged away. Seconds later, you spotted Alex heading for her car, and approached her, "Hey, Alex".

"Detective *your name*?"

"Yeah, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation; you're looking for a place to get beers?".

"Yeah, you know where I can get some?"

"There's a liquor house not too far from here, down on Smile Road".

"I don't know where that is, do you have any directions?"

"I'm headed that way now, why don't you just follow me", you offered with a hint of superficial charm.

"That'd be great actually, thanks".

You let Alex follow you about 20 minutes outside of town, Taking here into an area that had been written off from the construction plans of the city due to safety protocols, pulling into a road that didn't exist on any map, with the exception of one: yours. You allowed yourself to cruise closer to the waterfall --the same waterfall that had been the reason for this area being written off from the official city layout -- before getting out of the car. "We're here!", You exclaimed as you walked over to Alex who was still in the driver's seat. "Uhmm, I don't see a liquor st--"

With ease, you grabbed Alex's head and smashed it into the steering wheel, leaving her unconscious instantly. As blood began to drip from her forehead, you reached into the backseat of your car and pulled out two 6-packs of beers. "It's a good thing I had these with me". You say to yourself as you get to work, making this seem like an accident. You made short work of the bottles, wearing gloves so as to not leave any DNA on the scene. You emptied bottle after bottle onto the floor and threw them into the car, pouring a little bit on her mouth and body, leaving only two unopened. When you were done making it seem like an accident, it was time to finish the job. You pushed Alex's car with yours from behind. Edging it closer and closer to the weak railings that seperated the ledge of the waterfall to the pavement. And when you reached the edge... You didn't hesitate, with absolutely no hint of remorse or guilt and the absence of a conscience; you pushed the car over the ledge and watched it crash into the waterfall down below, the sound of the car crashing into the pool below was hidden between the natural echoes of crashing water.

She said she was going to get beer. She'll be found with beer. You didn't leave any DNA at the scene. You have an alibi. "The perfect crime" you thought to yourself. That was until you heard the sound of a car passing your way, you began to pray that the car wouldn't stop.

And it drove right past.

"That was too close", you thought to yourself as you watched the car drive far into the distance. You surveyed the area one final time so you wouldn't have to "return to the scene of the crime", before stepping back inside your car. You turned on the engine before stopping to think, thinking of the car that drove past just seconds after you had tilted Alex over the edge. "No... No they drove past which means they didn't see anything", you thought at first. "Then again... They could talk to the police if they did". Biting your nails nervously, as you pondered over the difficult situation, you eventually forced yourself to make a decision, "Cant afford to take any chances". That emotionless look fell over you once again as your impeccable memory recalled the license plate of the car; and you followed that license to it's address.

Hours later, you arrived at the apartment building of the man named "Mr. Turner", who, to his misfortune, had unknowingly driven past you earlier. Unfortunately for him, you weren't in a position to take chances. You impersonated a building handyman and carried a toolbox as the rude and arrogant middle-aged man answered the door. "What?", He asked curtly. "I'm just here to check the thermostat, the building's been having problems and--". He interrupts you before you can finish, "Fine, just be quick". You reached down and pulled a hammer out of your toolbox as a wide smile spread across your face and he let you inside, "Oh... I intend to".

Hours later, after you'd dealt with Mr. Turner, you sat in your office and in your head it was as if nothing happened, just a normal night at the station and a clear, guiltless mind. Your phone began to vibrate violently as you pulled it out of your pocket, "Yeah?", You answered as Bobby, your partner, began to fill you in on the details of a DUI accident; except it wasn't an accident, and you were the only one who knew it. You made your way to the crash site as of it was your first time there, asking questions and furrowing your brow as if you didn't know what had happened already. You'd just finished warding off the area with yellow police tape when you noticed Bobby questioning a familiar figure - Nik. To no surprise at all, he'd rushed here once he heard the news, his body was shaking and you sensed the nervousness in his breath as you interrupted the conversation.

"We just bumped into each other at the grocery store", Nik explained to Bobby, who looked on in confusion. "Small world", he said as he attempted to divert his emotions with humour. "Anyway, what'd you find?", You turned to Bobby, trying to move on with the conversation. Bobby proceeded to ask Nik if he knew where Alex was last seen, or last known to be going. Nik recalled their conversation at the garage store earlier, ending with Alex leaving to get beers. You saw the expression on Bobby's face change as he listened; to one of empathy. Laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, he directed Nik to the wreckage, opened the door and watched as several beer bottles fell out. You turned away from the scene as Nik, who stood petrified in silence, finally burst into tears behind you. That was the downside of your masterplan, seeing Nik in pain, it was the last thing you wanted; but you knew you could take care of him, you knew that in each other's arms, neither of you would have to feel pain again; and the only way to achieve that, was to get Alex out of the picture.

Still, you knew Nik couldn't be there, and offering to take him home was the opportune moment you'd been waiting for to show him that you care, that you're special and that you thought he was too. He agreed and wiped away his tears as you followed closely behind him. Inside his apartment, you're trying to keep yourself calm and keep your emotions in check as Nik removes his shirt and puts a new one on. "You're a nighthunter", you blurt out, wanting to cup your mouth with your hands in embarrassment as you clumsily speak your mind. Nik choked in confusion, previously unaware that you knew about the supernatural. You removed your own shirt to reveal your nighthunter symbols to Nik, to which he asked if you were retired. "Retired... MIA...Long story short, the life just didn't agree with me and I needed to take a step back".

"I'm sorry to hear that", Nik adds.

"I'm sorry for your loss", you say sympathetically, still trying to get the nighthunter to open up to you and trust you.

Nik walks to the fridge and pulls out two beers, accidentally triggering himself. The sight of the alcohol makes it even harder to forget about the sights of the crash. He closed his eyes and gripped the bridge of his nose, trying to move past the nightmare. When he eventually lifts his head to you again, he seems like a different man, driven by pure determination to achieve vengeance - and answers. He looks at you with pleading eyes, and begs you to believe him that this was a murder and not a regular DUI. Of course, from everyone that was involved in the case you were the only one who knew this was actually true, but you were impeccable at hiding it. You went on trying to convince Nik that that he's in over his head and that he's struggling to deal with loss, but were interrupted by a phonecall before it turned into an argument. Nik stopped and allowed you to pick up. "We found a possible witness", Bobby explains, "but... Let's just say he won't be talking any time soon... I'm gonna need you to come down here, partner", he adds on.

"Good call getting rid of him", you thought to yourself as the call ended and you filled Nik in with an update on the case --purposely leaving out the part about Mr. Turner being dead-- and saw that passionate look of determination in his eyes. It was at this moment you realised that if you wanted to get close to Nik, he was going to be involved in this case. You drove to Philadelphia to investigate Mr. Turner, the rest of the force should probably be discovering his dead body and the array of misleading "clues" you planted any minute now. You tried to make small talk but Nik wasn't in the mood, bottling up his emotions had caused him to be introverted, and you chose to give him space. Eventually you reached the residence, climbing staircase upon staircase until you reached apartment 6B on the 7th floor. "Why are the CSI here, Bobby?", You asked, as if you didn't already know. "Remember what I said about our witness 'not talking anytime soon'"?, See for yourself". You made an appearance inside the murder scene, putting on the perfect mask as if this is the first time you'd been there. After Nik joined you, he pointed out one of the fake clues you left, poorly hidden, in the apartment, the smile drawing next to the body, as well as the note In his mouth. You then purposely paid attention to the hieroglyphics carved into his skin, causing a heated discussion of the meaning behind the clues as well as their legitimacy between the CSI and police squad. Was this elaborate? Yes. But was it worth it for what you believed was true love at first sight? Again, Yes.

Shortly afterwards, you and Nik escaped the scene, and sure enough Nik started running his own list of theories by you. "Is there anyone you know that would've wanted Alex dead?", You ask him afterwards. Subsequently, you see Nik beginning to create a mental list of possible suspects in his head, and that's when you knew, this wasn't going to be easy. You've got work to do.

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[kitmon]

Keys Are Under the Mat {1/?}

Llewyn Davis x OC

Summary: Struggling singer/songwriter, Llewyn Davis, has faced the rough and tumble world of the music industry as well as the callous hand of life. When an up-and-coming folk singer makes a trip back home and finds herself at the hands of the battered down couch-surfer, her first thought is to offer him a bit of compassion.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sexual activity

“Hold me, while I cry into your coat

Tie the rope round my throat, why don't ya?

Did you even read the note I wrote ya?

Boy, you're my antido-o-o-o-ote

Baby, it's only you I dote"

Her delicate fingers danced along the strings of her amaranth-colored acoustic. It was a fairly new guitar, given to her by a rather close colleague. She used to play at the Gaslight Café exclusively in the late fifties, not because she particularly liked that venue, more so because they were the only ones who gave a fraction of a fuck about her shitty guitar with a few broken strings and a makeshift capo that was made in the bathroom 10 minutes before a show using a sharpie and a rubber band. The crowd was always friendly; never hostile or awkward, just... supportive which was always appreciated on her part. Having people enjoy or at least pretend to enjoy her music was comforting at the time. As of right now, she was only visiting for old times sake, nostalgia purposes.

The new guitar was a testament to the amount of shit she'd been through. I mean signing a record deal is a pretty big deal, right? Having people know your name and buy your album. I mean, she was no Bob Dylan but she'd get stopped in the street from time to time which was unquestionably a step up from the loogies and cat-calls sent her way. Even now, her appearance at the usually humdrum populated café has drawn more attention than anticipated. The seats were all taken and the rather small building held far more people than the fire marshal recommended, but what a turn-out it was.

The audience hummed the chorus, cautious to not tune out her newfangled voice as it continued, nonchalant as ever as if there were only a few unamused patrons sitting in the crowd, but there wasn't. The populace of Greenwich Village loved her. She made a shit-hole like Greenwich something for people to keep their eyes on. And she didn't disappoint.

Her eyes remained lowered as she rather curled into herself and let the song end with a guttural reverberation. There was a silence as her eyelids lifted marginally, letting out a few pants of air to recover. Then an uproar, a surge in applause! She glanced up and flashed a charming smile, one that only showed the top row of teeth and caused her childish eyes to crinkle as she let out a giggle, concealing her laughter from the large array of eyes with her dainty hands. She adjusted herself and lifted a hand to reach the microphone.

"Thank you, you guys are a lovely audience, much nicer than Queens," the crowd let out a dispersed chuckle at her humor and she smiled again at their enthusiasm. She loved this, the feeling of having immense support. It made her feel... alive, to say the least.

"Okay, I'll be back in 20, take it easy while I'm gone." She waved off the crowd, unfurling herself from her guitar strap and handed the instrument to the stagehand, thanking the man afterward. She smoothed out any puckers or creases found in her dress as she stepped down from the stage, heading towards Pappi and another bystander, one who looked as if he'd been sleeping on the floor for days. Poor sucker looked as if he didn't even own a winter coat.

Pappi's arms extended out towards her, inviting her into his embrace. "You did great, kid," her eyes brightened at the compliment as she wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her rosy cheek flush against his chest. The action should have been far more intimate than the two adults interpreted it, and most others would have perceived it that way as well. In fact, most familiars thought Pappi was fucking her most of the time.

Which he wasn't and neither one had ever considered it. Just business partners with an intimate brother-sister bond. Nothing more, Nothing less. The taller man, gripped her by her upper arms to gaze at her, with a gentleness, "Really, gave em a show."

"Aw thanks, Pappi, but I've got to admit that I'd still be singing songs on my back porch if it weren't for this dump." She jested, her hands hanging from her hips. Pappi let out a deep chuckle which was softened by her one-off laugh that wasn't exactly delicate or poised but was attractive in an unorthodox sense. The banter played out until somebody approached Pappi and tugged at the sleeve of his button-up to get his attention. She looked with furrowed brows and a curious expression as the man whispered in Pappi's ear with what appeared to be urgency. Pappi muttered a quick swear under his breath, and looked up at her with an apologetic frown and the same knitted brows she once wore.

"Sorry, kid. There's a few thugs out back making a mess," he patted her on the arm and told her he'd be right back after taking care of the 'mess'. Her head bobbed in understanding as her eyes watched as Pappi followed the man outback and into the fray. Her stare lingered on the door, but it was the serendipitous turn of her head that allowed her to acknowledge the ragged man sitting at the bar. His eyes fixated on the golden hue of the whiskey in his glass. She was almost certain he hadn't moved an inch since she came over, only stayed staring at the same glass of whiskey for at least five minutes. God, he looked like hell. His coat was hanging on by a thread, quite literally. Holes in miscellaneous places, unruly hair that looked like it hasn't been combed in days, shoes that looked soaked by the snow just outdoors and a runny nose that looked like the result of an oncoming cold. His wardrobe fitting flawlessly against the backdrop of the monochromatic greys and tans that made up the scene of New York in the Sixties. He looked familiar, she was sure of that. It was likely he'd played a few gigs at the Gaslight, same as her. Then again there were dozens of scruffy looking musicians who sidled into the Gaslight to perform, this one was hardly any different.

She sucked in a breath through her nose and ambled towards him, "So, you a friend of Pappi's?" Her elbows supported her weight against the hardwood bar, her fingers interlaced with each other as she peered down into the swirling rings of the once tall-standing oak. It took him a bit longer to register that she was speaking to him, "Oh, um, yeah, I guess..." His hand slipping up towards his face to rub at the skin, waking him up. His hooded eyes look over to her and away from that untouched glass of whiskey. Her laugh startled him, unexpected as it was. Her giggle was an unfamiliar sound. It shattered through the blaring car horns outside, the chatter of the audience, even threw the bullshit that spewed out of the radio sitting on the counter across from them. He just stared at her, unaware of just how ignorant someone would have to be to notice all the shit that's taking place everywhere around them and still have something to laugh about. It was selfish, but who wasn't these days. Everyone wanted others to be as devoid of joy as they were. Of course, there were a few stragglers who managed to keep a pep in their step and a smile on their faces. Those are the ones who get broken. They break down so quickly in a place that loses hope quicker than a bucket with gunshots loses water. But, she wasn't ignorant, and he knew this. She just decided to not take anybody's shit. And when nobody gives a fuck whether your dreams are accomplished or not, you learn to say fuck off right back. I guess that's what separates the losers from the winners. Her demeanor and the way she carried herself, with the balloon-sleeves and ruffled collar of her dress shirt, the way it was neatly tucked into her pinafore, it gave the impression that she was... incapable. But she was ten times more capable than almost everyone in that Café.

"If you don't mind me asking," she lifted her hand to wave down a bartender, not making eye contact with him until she knew someone was coming to attend to her request. "Got a name?" Her bright brown eyes locked with the gray and muddied irises of his own and it ignited a raft in his brain, making him adjust his position in self-consciousness.

"Um, yeah. Llewyn,"

Llewyn, Llewyn... she's heard that name before. She takes a sip from her glass of red wine the bartender had passed to her not to long ago. She takes a sip and contemplates why that name sounds so familiar.

"... Llewyn... Davis?"

It had slipped from her lips before she could even register it. And it surprised him, far more that she knew who he was. He couldn't remember meeting her or introducing himself to her before but then again, he was a performer. Not a very popular or reputable one mind you, but a performer none the less. She'd probably seen him at the Gaslight once before or something.

"Uh..., yeah... Hey, how'd you, um?"

"Oh, um I think I might own one of your albums. Inside Llewyn Davis, right?" The mention of his less than successful solo artist debut was a bit upsetting but he just dismissed it and looked away. "Yup... that's the one." His voice sounded disappointed and beaten but who could blame him. Chasing a dream so far that it only leads you to a dead-end can be frustrating.

"You know, I really enjoyed it," she mused, much to his disbelief but it must have only been out of politeness. "That makes one of us," he mutters, his frown dropping a millimeter or so. She couldn't decipher what he was referring to, but she could tell that whatever it was, it had sucked the rest of his joy and drive out of him. The business will do that to you, take a starry-eyed kid and promise them a dream only to drop them on their ass and tell them they'll never be more than a stand-in gig for a bunch of nobodies.

"I really loved the song— oh, how'd it go?" She pondered, the way her thick eyebrows scrunched up in concentration giving her the wonders of a child. The same way her determination to prove the potential the album had was childish. But it was the truth, she did enjoy the album and even recommended it to a few friends back when she bought it, now it just sits in a blue milk crate next to her record player, collecting dust. He gazed at her expectantly waiting to hear her utter at least a single lyric from his album.

"Oh!" She snaps her fingers in triumph, startling Llewyn once more. "It goes," and she readied her voice with a clearing of her throat and sang what she could remember. "Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone," his eyes widened a bit at the surprise of her actually acknowledging his music, and the fact that she enjoyed it, no less. "Hang me, oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone," the lilt in her voice echoed through the Café and a few patrons stopped their chatter to cherish her sweet voice. The silence stuck around for a beat and her eyes fluttered open after her display.

"Yeah, that's it!" Her outburst wasn't expected and nearly knocked Llewyn out of his seat for about the fifth time.

"Yeah," he muttered, letting his eyes linger on her form a moment longer than he'd like to admit, brows furrowed in thinking. "Whad'ya say your name was again?" He questioned, curiosity getting the better of him. And there was that damn giggle again, opening his eyes to a whole new world of possibilities where you can giggle and laugh about things without having to feel sorry about the lack of a difference it makes. She answers and it's just nothing special but at the same time it feels like... a novelty. "Dorothy.”

[propertyofnikkisthighs]

Sure Feels Right (mgk x OC x rook)

Hey guys so this is gonna be a long fic so expect multiple parts unless it’s hated then I’ll cry and not update.   Enjoy!

2019

       Now she knew she was forgetful, but there was no way Lux had forgotten to pack matches for ALL her socks. She looked around the hotel bed to see if she knocked some of them onto the floor to no avail. That was when she realized that the door connecting the two rooms was open on her side. She sighed having connected the dots in her head. These boys were gonna be the death of her. Knocking on the door she heard the two of them giggling. Assholes.

“Hey guys, are you there? I just showered and I forgot a towel so I-” She was cut off by the door flinging open.

“Oh fuck she tricked us!” Colson exclaimed before trying to shut the door, but she was too quick and maneuvered herself into their room.

“Socks. Hand ‘em over.” Lux held out her hands.

“No socks here, right Rook?” Colson smirked.

“Yeah what he said” Rook snickered laying over a small bulge on one of the beds in the room.

“Oh really? Maybe Ashleigh can find my socks then” She said dramatically and turned to leave the room.

“NO!” Both boys yelled in unison.

“Toooo laaateeee” She sing songed, oof big mistake.

Colson tossed her over his shoulder and lightly flung her onto the nearest bed earning a squeal from the smaller girl. Rook took the opportunity to dump the socks he had been “blocking” onto her head. Assholes.

“Come on Lux pleaseeee party with us tonight.” Colson had asked for her to go out with him and Rook pretty much as soon as they arrived to the hotel and she had declined wanting to relax in a hotel bed instead. He was practically begging for her to go with them and was even pulling out the puppy dog eyes.

“Puppy dog eyes won’t work for me Colson. I’ve seen you in too many compromising positions to ever fall for an innocent look on your face.”

“Pshh I haven’t even begun to show you compromising positions.” He rolled his eyes.

“Tell that to the hood of my car.” She grimaced at the memory of Colson “chrisining” her car at one of his parties a few months ago. It had not been a good memory for her or the girl involved. “Do you even remember her name?”

“Duh of course, I’m not that big of an asshole. It was...hmm..cindy? Cynthia? Wait no I got it! Sydney” He didn’t sound confident at all.

“Anyway I don’t want to annoy Ash by coming home loud and drunk since her and I are rooming together. I just bought this new book so a night in might be fun.” Lux tried to get up to go back to her room, but Rook held her shoulders so she couldn’t sit up (not that she was really fighting him on it) and smiled down at her.

“Well you can just sleep in one of our beds and one of us will sleep on the couch” Rook said shaking his head and Colson nodded along with him agreeing.

“Won’t you wanna bring girls back to the room with your guys? That’s kind of your thing.” Lux questioned quirking an eyebrow up at the boy smiling down on her.

“Babe that is what a bathroom is used for” Colson jumped out of the way as she tried to lightly hit him with her feet. “I was just kidding!” Rook let go of her shoulders laughing the exchange between them.

“You weren’t, but it’s okay I forgive you for being a gross dude. Now let me go get ready so I can go out with you whiny babies.” She walked past him to the door connecting the two rooms to go back to her stuff.

“Dope! I’ll roll some blunts to take to the bar with us.” Colson said immediately going to his suitcase for his weed that he had brought with him.

Lord help her.

2017

“It’s just an assistant position Lux” She tried to murmur to herself. She was interviewing to be the assistant to a woman who managed some celebrity. Okay she was admittedly trying to downplay the situation. This wasn’t just any woman or celebrity, it was Ashleigh and she was a manager for Lux’s biggest celebrity crush Machine Gun Kelly. “You probably will just be running her coffee and like walking her dog or something so you probably won’t ever even see him” she whispered to herself. She reached the door and wiped her now sweaty (oh god!) hands on her pants. She rang the doorbell and heard a loud “I’LL GET IT” from the inside. Gulping she prepared herself for whatever creature was loud enough she could hear him through a clearly thick door.

“What’s up, here for the interview?” the tattoed drummer asked immediately.

“Uh yes… H-hi, I’m Lux” she smiled wide and offered him her hand.

“Rook” He returned the smile and handshake before leading her into the rest of the house. “Think Ash is in the dining room.”

Lux was surprised at how clean the house actually was just for the simple fact that it was all boys living there. She guessed they probably had a cleaning person now that she thought about it, it would make sense. Rook led her into a room with a huge table that could rival that of an elementary school cafeteria table where Ashleigh sat with a smile. She got up shaking Lux’s hand and introduced herself.

After two weeks Ashleigh called her and asked her to start that friday.

“I know it seems unorthodox, but Colson is doing a lot of press this weekend and the next week since his album just dropped last week and as a result I’m gonna be going through it.” She chuckled some before continuing “If you could meet us at the house by 8 AM on friday that would be great.”

Oh great, Lux thought, I’m gonna be running coffee all weekend for a bunch of tired rockstars. Well she was half right.

“Oh Lux this is Colson, you guys should get aquainted because she’s going to be my saving grace all this week.” Ashleigh all but shoved you into him.

“Hi I’m Lux” She said trying to hide her nervousness from the tall man. “Oh wait she just said that”

Kells laughed “Kells or I guess Colson since we should, apparently” he cut his eyes to Ashleigh “get on a first name basis.” Ashleigh shrugged and then was pushing the two out the front door and to the waiting car outside.

“So Lux first order of business is getting Colson his cold brew from the coffee shop down the street from where the interview is taking place while he gets hair and make up done.” Ashleigh was already pulling out a notebook and some pens to hand to Lux and a pass that matched theirs to indicate that she was with them.

“I could do it myself, but ‘I get distracted easily’ per Ash” Kells rolled his eyes.

“Who’s the manager? Oh yeah, me! Maybe if you didn’t feel the need to charm every barista you could go get your own cold brew. Now get her number and text her your order.” She turned back to the front of the car and started texting signaling that there was no room for argument from Kells.

If Lux had told 20 year old her that she’d have Machine Gun Kelly’s number, 20 year old her would have called her a liar and slapped her. 22 year old Lux couldn’t even believe her luck, here she was working for his manager and she got to be near him. This man was her wallpaper on her phone for god’s sake! Which should probably be changed now that she thought about how weird that might come across. Her phone buzzed in her back pocket and she pulled it out to check the notification.

Unknown: Just a small regular cold brew coffee 😆

[fyrapartnersearch]

Calling for dedicated roleplayers with a passion for writing

Hello! My name is Aaliyah or Ally for short, and I will cut right to the chase. I am looking for a mature role-player, preferably 21+ but will also accept 18+ (just to be sure that you are of legal age, otherwise it’ll be very uncomfortable).



As I am 26 years of age with 12 years of experience, I hope to meet someone who shares my passion in creative writing, as well as formulating interesting plots and characters. 

In case you are curious about me as a person, I am a full-time student and a young writer who works at the gym on the side, but also enjoys other creative outlets such as drawing. Usually my schedule is fairly full, including the attendance of friends or family. However I always have ample time for a good roleplay. :) 



I am seeking a literate writer who is committed to a long-term partnership, and by that I truly mean it. Please do not respond if you are uncertain of upholding a stable roleplay. Furthermore, I’ve noticed the “ghosting after the first few messages“ trope is a fairly widespread issue in the roleplaying scene / community. I would like to implore you from refraining it. I’ve grown quite irritated by it lately and rather like to avoid it in the near future. That way we don’t waste anyone’s time. Thank you in advance. If you are hitting a hiatus, that’s completely fine! A simple message of putting things on hold is completely sufficient, but I would like to keep in touch in case the story bears great potential. Now I have a wish, or as other say it, a certain craving for something new and fresh. And that something is quite specific, as my interests are a little unorthodox. Not the typical ‘Marvel, DC, My Hero Academia, etc’ type of stick. (Not to throw shade on them! They are great! Just not my cup of tea at the moment)


I heavily enjoy video-games, tv-shows, comics, films, books, the list goes on. Hopefully I can attract some kindred spirits. 
 I do roleplay both Canon and Original!



So if there’s no luck in finding a fitting Canon based story, we can always switch to original world building. First, I like to list all of my heavy cravings and interests. The ones marked in bold are usually the ones I am very willing to do.



Books:

Harry Potter Next Gen (original character cast)

True Blood

Vampire Hunter D (or Manga / Anime)

Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice

Game of Thrones

Videogames:

Dragon Age (from Origins to current instalment)

Castlevania

Devil May Cry

Infamous series

The Darkness

Smite

Star Wars the Old Republic


Webcomics:

Lore Olympus

Lookism

True Beauty

Comics:

Constantine

Hellboy

Witchblade

The Darkness

X-Men

Films:

Alita Battle Angel

Kingsmen

Vampire Hunter D

TV-Shows live action:

True Blood

The Boys

Vikings

Game of Thrones (Open for discussion. Still haven’t recovered from the season finale however…)

TV-Shows animated:

Hellsing

Castlevania (Netflix adaptation)

Devil May Cry (Anime adaptation)

Demon Slayer (I have only started watching this)

FMA Brotherhood

Jojo’s bizarre adventure

Black lagoon

As for original plots, I am very keen on urban and gothic fantasy, but also mythology as well as horror and crime and action. I have plenty of ideas up my sleeve, some of them quite fleshed out and some of them being concepts in the making. Either way, I would rather have these ideas introduced throughout email or whatever platform we choose to communicate on. Themes for an original story I am most inclined to do are:

Supernatural / Metaphysical (Demons, Angels, Spirits, Monsters, etc.)

Mystery

Crime

Action

Sci-Fi & fantasy (Aliens coming in contact with unsuspecting earthlings during the middle ages / ancient time-periods)

Urban fantasy mixed with high school / college themes (similar to Supernatural with local monsters, creatures, etc)

Now onto the qualities of what my roleplaying partner should have.

What it all entails: What the Partnership should be: I strongly encourage an active roleplayer who is not afraid of sharing 50% of ideas, plotting, length, detail but most important of all, passion. A bird cannot fly with only one wing. Communication: I love making new friends and brainstorming, and communication is the bedrock of it all. It strengthens our compatibility and the story. Should there be anything that might bother you, or if you think you are left out in some type of way (be it a mistake on my part or if we’re both at fault here), simply tell me. It really doesn’t bother me rewriting certain scenes to better fit the narrative. We can always exchange opinions and see what would benefit the story most. The Way of Writing: No one-liners. No text-talk. No half-assed replies. And certainly no ‘quality over quantity’ when you can have both. I don’t expect anyone to write a novel, absolutely not. I don’t either, but if I get the feeling of my partner wavering in their effort and not investing as much as I do, I have to give them the chop, unfortunately. Too often have I encountered partners who showed strong enthusiasm at first, but after a while… they slacked and eventually only put the adequate effort into their side of things whilst completely disregarding my characters. I hope to avoid this in the future. And now to myself and how I write: My writing: Third person perspective usually, although I have made some exceptions in my years of writing. My style is wide-ranging and flexible, which means that frequently, word count will go up 1000+ per reply - though it also depends on the given situation and partner. And yes, I do double, preferably even, most likely in a canon universe. However this again wholly depends on the type of story, partner and cast of characters. I am very open and willing to discuss.


Rating: So you are writing with some of mature age. I have 12 years of writing under my belt. There will be violence, there will be swearing, gore, intimacy, uncomfortable topics, drama, conflict and other dark themes included when you are writing with me. I have few limits but I will respect the boundaries of my partner. And lastly, I won’t fade to black or skip out on the nitty gritty, unless it doesn’t serve a particular purpose in forwarding the story.

Characters: I write canon as well as OC characters. Faceclaims, GIFs, drawings, mood boards or just a plain physical description is absolutely sufficient. Characters should be written as opulent, flawed, unique, talented, heroic, villainous, spiteful, angry, and everything in-between. In other words, don’t be scared of making them flawed.

Romance: Openly play and accept characters of both genders, preferable m x f pairings, but I am open to m x m and f x f relationships as well. I have more experience with m x f relationships, so I might be more adaptable with this one. If the chemistry of two characters compel me, I’m on board with it! When it comes to sexual scenarios and intimacy (intercourse, foreplay, all that funny business). I encourage eroticism, but always in a tasteful, sensual manner (that goes for romance as well), though it is never the main focus of any of my stories, rather a tool to further the plot. Erotica is welcome but never the focus of any kind of roleplay. Content: Drama, violence, sex, metamorphosis, symbolism, action, romance, pretty much everything is a-okay. I am not explicitly bothered by certain subjects that may be uncomfortable for the general public. Roleplays are fictional stories and we best keep treating them as such. If there are things you are uncomfortable with, name them and I shall respect those boundaries. But don’t be surprised when suddenly one of our characters bites the dust, or gets tortured, etc. It may be difficult to write and read, but it is all part of the story and a tool for furthering the plot. My roleplays imply and involve brutality, mayhem, psychological and physical altercations among other things. But I also endorse beauty, serenity and placid moments for our characters to grow in. I love it when it comes full circle… everyone- and everything has a beautiful and hideous side. Again, this is mature and I am not here to coddle, I am here for a challenge. Should I hit a hiatus myself, I will inform you as soon as possible. :)



Platforms I usually roleplay on are email and google-docs. I also have Discord in case for plotting and chatting outside of the RP. Though Google Hangouts has proven itself as a sufficient chat-medium for such things, so I rather stay with that one. 



When you message me, please use the given codenames so I know what you like to specify in.

Blue Rose: Canon 


Red Feather: Original 




I’d be happy to receive a small description of yourself and what your passions are! :) Message me here: EMAIL: aylosreverie@gmail.com I am very excited to hear from you! Sincerely yours -Ally

[dumbthinmint]

I’ve been thinking about doing something a bit unorthodox on my blog and I was wondering what you guys would think of it

Basically, I’m gonna dedicate some time within the next few months to organize my blog and tag stuff properly with fandom names, ocs, and that sort of stuff, in addition to re-writing my bio to better reflect the direction of the blog. I’ll probably change my avatar picture too during this time. Obviously, people do this all the time, so this isn’t what I want to ask about, but it’s a bit of context.

After everything is tagged properly, I want to start doing theme days, where I will queue up old posts on my blog that are based around a certain theme (lord of the rings, personal growth, youtube, assassins creed, harry potter, adhd, art, etc). Basically, it’d be a TON of self-reblogs, only I think that, since they’re all centered around a specific fandom or theme, they’ll be interesting to see all put together. Sorta like a compilation-type thing. Obviously I’d leave out posts that aren’t particularly interesting or that were repeated streams of back-and-forth reblogs (and only post the last iteration) and tag things accordingly in case people would like to blacklist the entire thing or certain themes, but I just think it’d be a fun way to a) give my blog a bit of consistency, b) look back on the stuff I’ve posted and contributed to, and c) introduce some new followers to the sort of stuff they might see on this blog. 

Speaking of which, if you’re one of the new followers, hi! Where did you come from? Why are you here? Is this because Gaudy reblogged my indirect insult against Lord Byron? Well if that’s the case, at least you came here because of a post that fairly accurately represents the level of nerdiness you’ll get on this blog. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy you’re here, but holy cow I wasn’t anticipating it. Seriously, my follower count suddenly increased by nearly 50% in the last month and my first original post to break 100 notes is up to 151 and still counting. 

So yeah... hi new friends!!! Glad you showed up, now get ready for this derpy girl scout cookie to post a bunch of random stuff. And then post it again, but organized!!! Assuming you guys would be interested in that, of course. Although I might just do it anyway and then you can blacklist the tag if you hate it. Or unfollow me, I guess, but I don’t want you guys to think I’m trying to scare you away lol.

Anyway, that’s that. Tell me what you think! I’ll probably post this a few times just to get a variety of opinions and go from there. 

[planetorigo]

Meet Chryssical!

So you’ve probably seen the picture I reblogged of the Brady Bunch Chryssical with all the members in the icon form.  Basically, all the icons were for a challenge done on an Amino called Idolspace which is for any kinds of idol games including Love Live, Bang Dream, Utapri, Idolmaster, etc.

I mentioned there that on my main will be where I put information about the character which is essentially a mirror of the Amino post I made so here it is! My OC Love Live group called Chryssical! Be prepared folks because this is going to be long since I found out just how extra I can be.

There are some things I had to omit here though based on how long it is so for now, it’s just introducing all the members. If you want to see everything else, then you can check the full post on Amino here!

Meet the Members!

Megumi Tachibana

Attribute: Pure Age: 16 (Second year) Birthday: September 30 (Libra) Blood Type: O Height: 162cm      Megumi is considered the leader of Chryssical, as well as Marinsumi’s idol. In her first year alone, she became quite popular among her classmates due to her magnetic, graceful and kind nature. The fact her mother is a well known musician helps as well.      While she holds her reputation well, Megumi also has a lot of ambition. When she has a goal in mind, she sticks to it even if she doesn’t have the best idea after one step. For example, she may be popular as Marinsumi’s idol but that translates a bit different in being an actual leader. She knows what she wants to focus on but feels a little overwhelmed on the other things that are necessary.      Due to her musical background, she works on writing lyrics. She typically works in conjunction with her middle school friend, Ruri, to create songs. At times, she helps out with compositions due to her desire in creating music she likes and would get them more attention.

Ruri Katou

Attribute: Cool Age: 16 (Second year) Birthday: June 29 (Cancer) Blood Type: A Height: 158cm      A middle school friend of Megumi’s. Ruri is not as outspoken as Megumi can be. Unlike Megumi, whose naturally in the spotlight, Ruri prefers staying out of crowds and being alone. In her alone time, she likes learning about music by researching music theory, finding out about new groups and practicing on her guitar.      When she does hang out with others, she prefers saying as little as possible. While you could get her to talk a lot about music composition, she prefers biding her time to think about what she can add.      Along with Megumi, she is in charge of composing music for the group. She likes to incorporate guitar since she has the talent for it. Her and Megumi work together a lot so they can work with the music and the lyrics together.

Ran Yumeno

Attribute: Smile Age: 16 (Second year) Birthday: December 13 (Sagittarius) Blood Type: B Height: 156cm      A new student at Marinsumi High, starting her second year. Ran is a plain girl who doesn’t stand out very much in appearance. She is quite kind to the few friends she had although it didn’t make her very noticeable. She’s put it upon herself to try and get out of the background by being more outgoing. Transferring to a new school helped out a lot in putting on a new image for herself. For her, it would be working the hardest she could so others will remember her among Chryssical.      While she initially stayed as more of a stand-in or assistant to the group for a while, Ran eventually proved to be a wonderful asset to the group. She acts as a good motivator and heart for the group.

Hikari Asato

Attribute: Pure Age: 15 (First year) Birthday: April 5 (Aries) Blood Type: A Height: 172cm      A first year student whose known for her astounding height. You don’t see many first years get mistaken for third years around Marinsumi but Hikari certainly fits that. She’s somewhat self-conscious of her height which can cause her to overthink and trip over what she’s doing. While she isn’t usually clumsy, she gets easily distracted with her own thoughts. Overall though, she’s still quite the nice girl! Her gentleness may come with the fact she’s so much taller than most of her peers.      She helps to design costumes for Chryssical. With all of them, she likes adding accessories of assets that really make them shine or pop! Aika will help her out at times as well.

Aika Miki

Attribute: Smile Age: 15 (First year) Birthday: March 1 (Pisces) Blood Type: O Height: 150cm      Aika is known for her passion about romance. Among her classmates, she’s always described as having her head in the clouds imagining romances. People joke that this is why she can be so forgetful; she’s so full of love! Both for people she meets and in her love of romantic ideas. It’s interesting how Aika is more fond of the concepts surrounding romance than being involved in one herself. Mostly due to her forgetfulness which she believes would get in the way.      From time to time, she’ll help out with lyrics with Megumi since she has some sweet ideas. When she isn’t doing lyrics, she’s helping Hikari with the costumes.

Shiori Hagakure

Attribute: Cool Age: 15 (First year) Birthday: September 13 (Virgo) Blood Type: AB Height: 156cm    Shiori usually spends her free time by herself, playing video games she’s brought to school. She’s quite introverted and prefers finding places where she can be alone and play a game. She can get annoyed when playing a game, thus she tends to snark quite a bit if someone is talking to her as she’s playing, but she’s quite good at dividing her attention. Despite her prior hesitance due to not understanding what an introverted gamer like her can do as an idol, she refuses to just give up now that she’s there.    Along with this, Shiori understands social media and online spread the best. She helps to find ways so more people can learn about Chryssical. Also, she tends to be the go-to girl for dealing with audio and video equipment in practices or making introduction videos for the web.

Hotaru Enomoto

Attribute: Pure Age: 17 (Third year) Birthday: July 23 (Leo) Blood Type: A Height: 168cm      A worker at the Enomoto Diner and one of the more well-known people in Marinsumi. While not as adored as Kyoko or Megumi, Hotaru is known for the work she does, helping out at the family diner. Her role depends on what their parents needs at the time so she switches between cook or waitress. She’s quite good at cooking which she takes a lot of pride in. Even then, she’s very kind and dynamic as a waitress, keeping some good entertaining conversation while going about with her job. People like her almost mother like attitude in taking care of others. This also makes her the most social out of the girls.      She sees her main role as offering moral support. She tends to encourage the other girls and help them with whatever they need. Along with Kyoko, she helps find opportunities where the girls can perform and help spread the news about Chryssical.

Kyoko Iida

Attribute: Cool Age: 17 (Third year) Birthday: January 11 (Capricorn) Blood Type: AB Height: 165cm    The president of Marinsumi’s student council. Kyoko is a strict girl whose got a very routine way of working. She has a reputation for being a bit of a perfectionist, always making sure the other members are on time and ensuring situations are within her control. She can have a hard time handling problems that get too out of control. This is why she cherishes the help of the other student council members even if her way of showing it can be unorthodox.    Among Chryssical, she helps organize things and keeps an eye on their image. Sometimes she’ll lead the practice by working with Naomi in keeping time with the dance routine. Other times, she works with Hotaru to find opportunities for the group to perform.

Naomi Shimizu

Attribute: Smile Age: 17 (Third year) Birthday: May 21 (Gemini) Blood Type: B Height: 165cm      The social activities director of the student council and Kyoko’s self-proclaimed “awesome assistant”. Naomi is a bundle of energy, taking to be a bit of a trickster. She takes joy in friendly teasing with the other student council members. For her, it’s to help lighten the mood with the rest of the student council members, especially Kyoko. She finds a lot of the student council members to be quite serious and should lighten up a little for the best results. After all, having a little fun doesn’t hurt!      She also has a love for dancing which is why she helps with cheoreography. She enjoys teaching the other girls the dancing she knows about. For her, being able to be the teacher is a different change of pace for her.

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50 Best Fics of 2016

2016 may go down as a terrible year by many counts, but in terms of fics it was terrific. It was seriously hard to narrow it down but I've compiled my 50 favorites that completed posting in 2016. (Previous years' lists are here: 2013 / 2014 / 2015) AUs tend to dominate this year's picks, but there's a strong secondary showing of post-series 3 fics. Overall, lots of angst and cases, historical fiction, science fiction and magic, a bit of humor, a smattering of fluff, and even a couple of genfics this time round, but by and large it's Johnlock front and center. With what has become my standard disclaimer: There are plenty of other fics that I loved, and even more that I simply didn't get around to reading (yet), so it's not a judgment if your favorite (or one you wrote) isn't on here. Think of this as a sampling rather than a definitive list. I hope this will help you to re-acquaint yourself with fics you loved, give a chance to others you may have skipped the first time round, and possibly discover something entirely new and astonishing.

And now, in descending order of length: Watson's Folly (299313 words) by dkwilliams, Diana Williams Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sebastian Moran/James Moriarty Summary: John Watson, the new Earl of Saughton, is madly in love with the beautiful Mary Morstan. But he has returned from the Peninsular War to find his family on the brink of ruin and his ancestral home mortgaged to the hilt. He has little choice when he is introduced to Mycroft Holmes, a civil servant of apparently unlimited wealth and no social ambitions for himself - but with his eyes firmly fixed on a suitable match for his only brother, the unorthodox and irascible Omega Sherlock Holmes. Can John forget the woman he loved and find happiness with a man so very different from his lost love? The Omega Sutra (275366 words) by Ghislainem70 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes/Original Male Character Summary: In an Omegaverse/Angels & Demons AU, Sherlock Holmes has a secret life. John Watson shouldn't want to be part of it. But they'll go through heaven and hell to keep each other. Johnlock and Mystrade caught up in the eternal battle of angels and demons for supremacy. The Case of the Green Gown (209247 words) by splix Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Summary: ...Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action which I can recall in our association. I was alone. ---Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Blanched Soldier At Night In The Floating World (207101 words) by PoppyAlexander Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Molly Hooper/Greg Lestrade Summary: "Xie [...] had invented an entire pleasure-industry by combining superior visual aesthetics with impeccable personal attention. Drasha salons were by that time a feature of any even half-decent house of repose in every pleasure district in the British Isles, but once upon a time, when Xie debuted, there had been only one, and Xie had named it: the Icehouse." * Deep-cover Unity operative, the Face, finds himself drawn into the orbit of the otherworldly Xie, a world-famous "drasha" (drag+geisha) artist in a London house of repose. As a resistance plot unfolds, the secrets each of them keeps will draw them together even as they threaten to drive them apart. Modern-day dystopian/one-world government/espionage/geisha!lock AU All the Best and Brightest Creatures (188426 words) by wordstrings Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: Sherlock sent Jim Moriarty to prison for killing Carl Powers at age ten. This is the story of the consequences. Emperor Tales of the Frozen South (153593 words) by cwb Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: At the bottom of the world, two intrepid explorers make their way in the harshest of environments. An important journey must be taken, and prophecies fulfilled, but not before family meddling, political interference, and self-doubt threaten to alter the future of an entire species. If you know me at all, you know that this had to be done. A Fold in the Universe (152811 words) by darkest_bird Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Greg Lestrade/Molly Hooper, Mycroft Holmes/Anthea Summary: Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other? The Horse and his Doctor (128999 words) by khorazir Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: Invalided after a run in with a poacher in Siberia, veterinary surgeon John Watson finds it difficult to acclimatise to the mundanity of London life. Things change when a friend invites him along to a local animal shelter and he meets their latest acquisition, a trouble-making Frisian with the strangest eyes and even stranger quirks John has ever encountered in a horse. October to Hogmanay (127318 words) by snorklepie Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Original Character Summary: “What are we, now?” John mused aloud, once they were in a cab heading back to Baker street. It was a cool, damp afternoon and Sherlock was studying the passers-by with detached interest. He glanced over at John with a raised eyebrow, his fingers idly worrying at one of the buttons on his coat. “Nothing seems quite right. What would you call me, if somebody asked?” John waved a hand vaguely at the space between them. “What do we call… this?” Sherlock stared at him for quite a while, his brow furrowed. John began to feel a little self conscious. The taxi lurched as they turned a sharp corner, and he flung out his arm to steady himself. Sherlock caught his wrist, and held tight. “Everything.” Sherlock said quietly, and after a moment he let go and resumed his study of the streets outside. John barely even heard the words, he said them so softly. “Everything. That’s what you are.” John stared at Sherlock’s profile against the cab window and exhaled slowly. After a long moment, he reached out and touched Sherlock’s long fingers where they were fiddling with the button on his coat. The tall man didn’t look around again, but his fingers slowly unfurled before curling deliberately around John’s hand. Against All Odds (125971 words) by ravenscar Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: When a Crusader crosses paths with an enigmatic young Briton in the Holy Land, their lives are changed forever. A Further Sea (125518 words) by i_ship_an_armada, ShinySherlock Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Molly Hooper/Janine Summary: Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose--is it a pirate's life for him? Two Halves Make the Whole (117450 words) by alexxphoenix42 Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/OC, John Watson/OC, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Summary: Only a few months after John and Sherlock became a "we," there's Sherlock's graduation, a short summer together, then a whole year apart with John still at Hogwarts. Why is life so damn unfair? The Beginning of Knowledge (106422 words) by ancientreader Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, minor Bill Murray/John Watson, past Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty Summary: Jim's lessons are hard to unlearn. A Ritual to Read to Each Other (101463 words) by weeesi Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Summary: After Mycroft terminated his exile but before Sherlock could escape from the infuriating plane, John and Mary were whisked away by car to an unknown location. Sherlock hasn't seen them for an entire year. He doesn't know when he'll see John again -- until one day, he does. But, of course, nothing is simple. The Breaking Wheel (93259 words) by J_Baillier Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: His immune system is decimating his nervous system - a civil war raging inside of him. Is there a reaction he's supposed to be having to this news, now? Something normal: cry, scream, pound the wall? Shake his fist at the uncaring universe? John can't stop this. An uncomfortable bed at some hospital ward isn't going to stop this. They keep telling him that this will most likely pass, but no one is answering the most important question: how will he be able to endure the uncertainty and the long wait? The Desire and Pursuit of the Whole (90997 words) by Holly Sykes Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: Britain, 1925. Sherlock Holmes – young detective, violin player and virtual misanthrope – has been hired by a mysterious and immensely wealthy man to find the missing manuscript of a contentious novel. John Watson - doctor, ex soldier and widower - is older and disillusioned. They meet on a rainy night in Sussex and from then on both their lives are changed forever. As their tentative friendship turns into a more intense relationship, Sherlock and John’s big adventure sees them end up in Venice, where the mystery is finally solved. Not Broken, Just Bent (87585 words) by Schmiezi Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Summary: "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Written from Sherlock's POV. If you like to see Mary as one of the good guys, you might want to stop reading right here. Sherlock, P.I. (83235 words) by Callie4180 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Summary: For the Fall TV Sherlock fusion project. Sherlock, P.I. is an American television show that follows the exciting adventures of genius private investigator Sherlock Homes and his friends as they live their lives on the beautiful island of Oahu in Hawaii. Sherlock is a British expatriate, US citizen, and former agent for the US Naval Investigative Agency. His friends include Greg Lestrade, an ex-Navy Investigator and helicopter pilot; Molly Hooper, a former Navy Medical Examiner turned private beach club manager; and Sherlock's brother Mycroft Holmes, majordomo of the Masters Estate and well connected political and social figure. Sherlock solves crimes as he wrestles with the ghosts and demons of his past. The Song Nobody Knows (78669 words) by Laur Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Irene Adler/Harry Watson Summary: If Sherlock could take John Watson back to his cave, he would keep him alive as long as possible. He would collect rain water and sea weed and fish to feed him, and he would keep him warm with his soft feathers. In return John Watson would answer all of Sherlock’s questions. Yes, Sherlock would keep him, his own little mystery to unravel. Eventually, though, the human would die, as they always did, and Sherlock would have to eat him, like he always did. This was much more interesting. Underneath The Veil (73469 words) by Holly Sykes Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John Watson/OMC (past) Summary: Lord Sherlock Holmes is a wealthy aristocrat who lives almost like a hermit and indulges in opium-eating and sporadic crime solving. One evening, in the throes of a drug-caused hallucination, he stumbles upon Doctor John Watson. It’s love at first sight for the still-virgin Sherlock, but he’s convinced the other man could never feel the same. When a renowned painter is killed, Sherlock convinces John to help him with the investigation and their friendship takes an unexpected turn. The Ground Beneath Your Feet (68803 words) by Chryse Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure. Another Country (67415 words) by Chryse Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: "In your case, solitary confinement is locking you up with your worst enemy." One month and three days, and what came after. The Doubtful Comforts of Human Love (61500 words) by PoppyAlexander Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: or, The Adventure of the Red Shoes. UK Ballet principal dancer Sherlock Holmes and assistant rugby coach John Watson met and fell in love as ambitious, optimistic teenagers. Twenty years on, they are entering midlife, facing the break-down of their bodies and the ending of their careers, and contemplating what the future holds for two middle-aged men forced to start over. With a frightening crisis unfolding at the Ballet, Sherlock must balance the demands of his career, his friendships, and his marriage with his own struggle against bitterness and discontent, while John takes a long-overdue glance from the outside, in, and stutter-steps toward making a kind of peace. AU - ballet!lock/rugby!john A Very Long Acquaintance (60313 words) by Kate_Lear Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: The story of a meeting, a separation, and a reunion. A Study in Spherification (58569 words) by mistyzeo Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: John Watson has been out of work for eighteen months after his last restaurant, Fifth Northumberland, burned to the ground in a kitchen accident. He's more than ready for a new project, but who wants to open a restaurant with a washed up celebrity chef who can't even hold a knife anymore? Lunar Landscapes (57045 words) by J_Baillier Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Summary: An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac. Wars We Fought, Things We're Not (55064 words) by blueink3 Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: “Oh come, John. Could be fun,” Mycroft taunts, accompanied by an eyebrow arch he’s gotten far too good at. “Besides, it’s not as if it’s your first time pretending to be a couple.” Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for. Tarmac (54858 words) by whatdoyoumeanionlygetoneotp Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John Watson/Mary Morstan Summary: That's the thing about secrets, they tend to weigh an awful lot. Little secrets and little lies are nothing we can't carry, a few extra quid in your pocket. But big secrets, real secrets, the things that prey on you – those turn you into Atlas. He feels those three little words like bile at the back of his throat, corrosive. He doesn't say them. A fix-it starting from the end of hlv and ending up with a johnlock/parentlock situation. A whole lot of angst and pining in between. First-order Idiots (54565 words) by weweretold Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Molly Hooper/Greg Lestrade, James Sholto/John Watson Summary: At a conference, Sherlock Holmes, researcher in deductive reasoning at St. Bartholomew College of Engineering, meets John Watson, military robotics researcher at Polytechnical University of Kabul. "We’ve only just met and we’re going to work on a research grant proposal together?” “Problem?” Anchor Point (49841 words) by trickybonmot Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story. Inscrutable to the Last (48843 words) by DiscordantWords Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Summary: He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them. Giving All (46410 words) by BakerTumblings Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: Not that long ago, Sherlock had said, "Mary and John: whatever it takes, whatever happens, from now on I swear I will always be there, always, for all three of you." He is keeping his vow. Following a catastrophic auto accident, John has been holding vigil at the hospital, where Mary is comatose in the ICU, and his premature daughter lies in the NICU. Sherlock is a constant presence at his side as John navigates a difficult situation and finds support in their friendship in solid, dependable ways. Out of great difficulties can bloom tiny wildflowers of hope. The hard situations in life can show the true strength of a person, and of a friendship. Sometimes, great loss is necessary before true love can emerge to be fully appreciated. Your Perfect Offering (44551 words) by CaitlinFairchild Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: “Sherlock,” John continues, careful and quiet. “I’ve seen your back. I know you were hurt. I don’t want to pry, I don’t want to cause you discomfort but...I’m starting to think something else happened there. In Serbia.” Sherlock rolls away and sits up on the edge of the bed, his back to John. “A great many things happened in Serbia,” he says, flat and remote. “None of them were pleasant.” The Seafarer; or, A Question of Time (40573 words) by DoubleNegative Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: “Put two ships in the open sea, without wind or tide, and, at last, they will come together. Throw two planets into space, and they will fall one on the other. Place two enemies in the midst of a crowd, and they will inevitably meet; it is a fatality, a question of time, that is all.” - Jules Verne The Indian Ocean, 1880: John H. Watson, MD, meets Sherlock Holmes and is deduced. Smile Like A Paper Cut (37708 words) by J_Baillier Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Summary: Many serial killers are capable of leading outwardly normal lives, hiding in plain sight as husbands, wives, scout leaders, doctors, policemen, soldiers and employers. What if Sherlock is one of them? And what if John discovers his secret? Captains of Industry (37135 words) by 221b_hound Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan/Molly Hooper Summary: Captains of Industry is the most hipster of Melbourne hipster cafes. It's bespoke suits, artisan shoes, sculpted facial hair and the most exquisite food and coffee all the way. Sherlock Holmes, Digital Security Consultant, has become a regular patron. And one day, perhaps one day soon, he will work out how to successfully flirt with the hot barista, John Watson. Leveling Up (36961 words) by philalethia Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: John plays video games, Sherlock writes a guide on GameFAQs, and they get on quite well together... eventually. Told entirely through emails, text messages, and voice chats. The Boy Who Drank Stars (36191 words) by kinklock Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.” Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all The Missing Piece (35769 words) by suitesamba Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John Watson/Mary Morstan Summary: After Sherlock’s suicide, John struggles to understand exactly what Sherlock was to him, and why he is mourning so deeply and wholly. He accepts help from an unwanted source, and in time is able to reconcile his feelings and move on to love again - just in time for Sherlock to reappear, awakening in John all the old feelings, but this time, the missing piece of the puzzle as well, the one he’d been unconsciously suppressing before the fall. To complicate matters, he’s got a relationship that’s actually working, a wedding to plan, a bright future ahead of him rather like the one he dreamed of before Afghanistan. Before Sherlock. John has learned a lot about love in the years Sherlock’s been gone. The question is - how much has Sherlock learned? The Blue Light (31381 words) by Lorelei_Lee Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & Jim Moriarty, Sebastian Moran & Jim Moriarty Summary: Moriarty abducts Sherlock several times in a row, bringing him to a secret location where his victim is at his mercy. Thanks to a special drug cocktail, Sherlock has no memory of the abductions. But he begins acting strangely back home. So strangely that John finally notices... Heartaches By The Number - Compilation (30651 words) by iriswallpaper Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Summary: The London Sherlock returns to after his ‘resurrection’ is vastly different than what he’d expected. But he isn’t going to let that stop him from pursuing his old life, including John Watson. John’s engaged to a lovely nurse and has everything he thought he ever wanted. Then why can’t he stay out of his best friend’s bed? Mountebank (26514 words) by Odamaki Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: “I am calm,” John snaps, leaning on the door to glare out at the dark streets around them. Sherlock’s not said where they’re going; all he knows is they came off the ring road to the west of London and have vanished somewhere into the depths of Berkshire. All he knows is that he’s been trussed up in a suit that wasn’t hired from anywhere and if brought new would edge up into the triple figure margins. “Be calmer,” Sherlock advises, with a trace of irony. “We’re going to a party.” Building Jerusalem (26426 words) by ampersand_ch Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: John finds out that Sherlock has more secrets from him than he ever imagined. The discovery threatens to destroy their relationship. the napoleon (24859 words) by darcylindbergh Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: Halloween, 1989: John and Sherlock both have big plans for the night, but some serial killers have the worst possible timing. Prince with a Thousand Enemies (21088 words) by DiscordantWords Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson Summary: There's a rabbit in the nursery. John isn't getting any texts. The Holiday (18962 words) by Scriblit Rating: Mature Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Mrs. Hudson, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Mary Morstan, ACD Canon Characters Summary: A month following an horrific, sadistic attack during a case, Sherlock is still physically incapacitated and emotionally damaged. A holiday is suggested, but even stuck out in the middle of nowhere, he and John happen upon a case that could make Sherlock begin to feel like his old self again - or could kill him. BBC Sherlock Reworking of ACD's Devil's Foot, with Illustrious Client in flashbacks. Scenes of violence and implied "off screen" sexual violence/sexual assault. In Need of Quiet Affection and Gentle Words (16972 words) by kinklock Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: After John's girlfriend (of sorts) sends him an online sex guide, John finds himself more intrigued by the guide's author than anything his girlfriend might have had in mind. The Last Case of Dr. John Watson (14468 words) by Susan Rating: Explicit Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: If he really had less than twenty-four hours to live, was it too much to ask that it be sunny? Being poisoned and soaked to the skin on the same day seemed to John a bit of cosmic overkill. Sherlock's only hope of saving John is finding the antidote before it's too late. But where does he start? Coming of Age (13313 words) by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: It’s not easy growing up when your father is best friends with Sherlock Holmes. It’s even harder when you stumble across their secret. Oh, What a Night (Comic) by penumbra Rating: Mature Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Summary: John and Sherlock go on a date. Hilarity, kissing, and egregious amounts of fluff ensue.