#But uh yeeee this version is better

[coconut530]

Shiloh’s been reminding me lately of how long it’s been gone so I remade an animation I did in 2021! Hope you like ❤️💜💙

[another-dr-another]

tell us, maeda!!! (yamaguchi did nothing wrong that's what happened actually)

Maeda, narrating - …

Maeda - I’m…

Maeda - There’s… not

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Maeda, narrating - …

Maeda - …

Maeda - We need to make this work… it’s our last chan-

Tsurugi - …!

Tsurugi - Sneak peek- No! Limited edition cameo!

Tsurugi - Yeaaaah, limited edition is a better term for it. Hehe.

Tsurugi - Aaaanywayys…

Tsurugi - Let’s put this case together!

~*~

Tsurugi - Technically speaking, the case starts… a good while ago, 

Tsurugi - But we’re just talking about what we know so far, what’s special about this case, proves who the culprit is!

Tsurugi - First, let’s look at how things were setup; we know our weapon was the shrapnel we found lodged in Mekarus stomach.

Tsurugi - We also know where specifically it came from- the pool divider separating the deep end from the rest of the pool.

Tsurugi - From this, we can narrow down the suspects to the people who helped set-up for the party!

Tsurugi - That meaaans… me, Taira, Tomori, Ōtori, Hatano, Yamaguchi, and… that’s all!

Tsurugi - Out of those six, the only one who was ever alone was Yamaguchi- 

Tsurugi - And we know that the shrapnel was broken off by the culprit, because I checked the dividers before the party!

Tsurugi - Plus, whoever set-up that divider must have been the person who killed Mekaru, because otherwise, they’d have seen the broken divider,

Tsurugi - And what reason would they have to hide the fact they saw it?

Tsurugi - Aaaalso, we know they saw it, because it was so close to the wall, where the divider was latched!

Tsurugi - Both Kobashikawa and Maeda thought I dove really close to the wall (and they’re right about that!)

Tsurugi - And I got that cut on my leg from the broken divider, for those of you who weren’t able to look, and can’t use that to verify it was by the wall.

Tsurugi - Anyways… so, pool divider is broken, Yamaguchi, the only one who doesn’t have an alibi, and had access, puts the divider is up,

Tsurugi - He grabs the broken shard of the divider, for me to later get sliced on, and the murders been- 

Tsurugi - No! The murder has not been set up for yet!

Tsurugi - God. Okay, so, Yamaguchi also stashed face paint away in the… the set up area, this is gonna be relevant later.

Tsurugi - Soooo…

Tsurugi - Okay… a lot of this was luck, which… to be fair, it’s not like if he didn’t get an opening, we all would’ve found out that he was gonna kill someone?

Tsurugi - Nothing but sunk cost fallacy if he didn’t see his chance, which I don’t think would get someone trying to pull off murder.

Tsurugi - But! Lucky-lucky Yamaguchi, Mekaru started to feel sick, giving him a chance to be alone with someone.

Tsurugi - …Yamaguchi, mind stepping in for a sec? I thiiiink… I have a clue what happened here, but I wanna hear you say it-

Tsurugi - If I’m right, then you know just what I’m talking about.

Yamaguchi - Oh! Yeah, uh…

Yamaguchi - Kobashikawa was distracted enough that I was able to just kinda… 

Yamaguchi - Casually walk by ‘nd kick his whiteboard pen into the pool. 

Kobashikawa - ?!!

Yamaguchi - Haha… sorry, dude.

Yamaguchi - …Tsu, y’know why I did that?

Tsurugi - I think so!

Tsurugi - The pen in and of itself wouldve created some sort of distraction- moooost of the class cares about being able to talk with Koba,

Tsurugi - And so people would probably watch to be sure he got his pen back, if he had to ask people for help-

Tsurugi - Which, he did- but only me and Maeda got involved in that.

Tsurugi - However, lucky again, though Kobashikawa left with him and Mekaru, Yamaguchi got his distraction, and even added more suspects to the list.

Tsurugi - Because! I got sliced, which made everyone freak out, and made three people leave-

Tsurugi - Then one of them was left alone, meaning we had someone out in the hallway with no alibi.

Tsurugi - Back-tracking for a sec though; everyone’s distracted and frantic, no one’s paying attention to the fact that:

Tsurugi - Mekaru, Kobashikawa, and Yamaguchi, are off in the hallway, and have been gone for a while now.

Tsurugi - So! Yamaguchi was walking behind Kobashikawa and Mekaru. 

Tsurugi - Kobashikawa felt something on the left side of his head, then his vision went at an angle, like…

Tsurugi - 315 degrees? Pretty much, down and to the right.

Tsurugi - We know that somehow, someone knocked him and Mekaru out, by slamming their heads together- 

Tsurugi - Mekaru was on Kobashikawas right, so going to the left side of his head and pushing him down and to the right,

Tsurugi - While pushing Mekarus head up, and to the left, made them collide- and had enough force that they gained matching wounds on their respective temple.

Tsurugi - Now. Kobashikawa didn’t see anyone ahead of him, meaning he was attacked from behind.

Tsurugi - There is no way for Yamaguchi to have been knocked out, let alone in a way which resulted in his prominent injury being on his forehead-

Tsurugi - Without Kobashikawa and Mekaru seeing or hearing something, and realizing something was up.

Tsurugi - Strike two, another way we know it was Yamaguchi.

Tsurugi - With Kobashikawa and Mekaru out, Yamaguchi moved into the room where we found them.

Tsurugi - He had a decent amount of time to do this, we know timing wasn’t a problem;

Tsurugi - Yamaguchi likely got them as soon as they were out of the pool, and the equipment room was right by the pool, 

Tsurugi - So! It’s a short enough walk that this is… completely feasible. Works fine.

Tsurugi - Maki, Hatano, and Uehara left the pool, going to get a first aid kit for me, from the infirmary.

Tsurugi - While this was happening, Yamaguchi went all in, and killed Mekaru.

Tsurugi - …I wanna acknowledge real quick, all the wounds on her…

Tsurugi - I think… the smaller throat wounds were just from the shrapnel being traced around her throat-

Tsurugi - It was really sharp, sharp enough that Iranami got a deep cut on her hand jsut from one interaction with it.

Tsurugi - And… okay, bringing you back again, do you wanna explain why you did that, or should I make my educated guess?

Yamaguchi - …

Yamaguchi - You all… determined that I didn’t just… choose to hurt someone for the fun of it, yeah?

Yamaguchi - Cuz like… I brought the supplements for Mekaru?

Yamaguchi - …

Yamaguchi - Wasn’t… ready to kill her… I didn’t… want to kill her…

Yamaguchi - And then… I heard people go running by, and freaked out, and…

Yamaguchi - ……….

Yamaguchi - …Yeah….. 

Tsurugi - …Hence them only being around her throat, as well as her stomach being where the weapon came to rest.

Tsurugi - Yama-

Tsurugi - …The culprit traced those marks around her neck, then… as stated, just panicked,

Tsurugi - Leading to the messier gashes, as well as the visible repetition in how they were formed…

Tsurugi - And then finally… they went for the stomach, finishing her off.

Yamaguchi - …I didn’t…

Yamaguchi - I heard… the commotion- heard Kobashikawa, calling for Ōtori when he saw him…

Yamaguchi - ‘Nd then I heard everyone rush in and try to save Mekaru…

Yamaguchi - I…

Yamaguchi - I thought… there’d been enough blood loss, and she was sick and all, and so…

Yamaguchi - …She like… “Cause of Death: Asphyxiation,” right?

Yamaguchi - …

Yamaguchi - I didn’t think… she’d wake up again… since she didn’t wake up to the smaller cuts, or the… gashes…

Yamaguchi - …Didn’t mean for her to be awake when she died… thought she’d already passed away and everything…

Tsurugi - …

Yamaguchi - Ohhh-kayyy…

Yamaguchi - I’m good!

Yamaguchi - Well, you’ve presented your argument, got your case all put together… anything else?

~*~

Tsurugi, narrating - He’s… 

Tsurugi - I need to just go with him on this- he wants to get it over with… 

Tsurugi - Trying to console him or talk about what he did will just upset him… he’s composed himself, and that’s what he wants…

Tsurugi - So, let’s finish this!

~*~

Tsurugi - Alright, to wrap up the case!

Tsurugi - Thinking Mekaru was dead, the culprit put face paint onto their head, 

Tsurugi - Making it seem as though they’d also suffered a head wound.

Tsurugi - No one ever got the chance to look at this well, except for myself and Higa;

Tsurugi - I’d already zeroed in on Yamaguchi, and this just confirmed things for me- 

Tsurugi - Higas kinda just… like that, and didn’t say anything about it, because he is Higa, and that’s the way he is.

Tsurugi - Anyways.

Tsurugi - So! Everyone either has an alibi, even Uehara, as it would be impossible for him to attack all three members of the original trio,

Tsurugi - Go from the first floor to the room on the second, and return to the first floor, as his alibis place him there,

Tsurugi - Meaning it had to be one of the original trio.

Tsurugi - Of these three, Yamaguchi was not only the sole person who helped set up, 

Tsurugi - But he’s also the only member of that group who could’ve prepared the weapon used in the murder.

Tsurugi - Then, comparing the physical wounds of the two survivors from that trio, 

Tsurugi - We can see that Kobashikawas has scabbed over, being a legitimate injury- whereas, if Yamaguchi were to show us his mark,

Tsurugi - We’d be able to see it was fake!

Tsurugi - I mean, even past this, past the motive- there’s solid, irrefutable proof it’s Yamaguchi…

Tsurugi - But, hey; you all used the evidence you found, debated, and worked out the truth, even without me, and the thing I found.

Tsurugi - So, with the argument we’ve put together, it’s clear to see;

Tsurugi - The culprit has to be Super High School Level Lawyer, Yamaguchi Kakeru!

~*~

Tsurugi, narrating - …

Tsurugi - Hooray!

Maeda - …”Hooray”?

Tsurugi - Well, not “hooray, we just-“ 

Tsurugi - Hooray is such a weird word?

Tsurugi - Whoooo-ray…

Tsurugi - Anyways. “Just confirmed our classmate killed our other classmate, let’s go,”

Tsurugi - But! It’s over now… I think that’s the nice part of working it out so definitively beforehand.

Tsurugi - Get to process that they’ll be leaving us…

Tsurugi - Liiiiike how I have to leave now, whoops-

Maeda - Bye, Tsurugi.

Tsurugi - Buh-bye!

~*~

Yamaguchi - …Et Voilà?

Maki - …You know a French term, but not of the existence of the Spanish language?

Yamaguchi - Why… Why bring that up…

Hatano - Uhm… are we ignoring the murder case thing?

Iranami - Is there… anything really left for us to say?

Iranami - Not that I don’t agree with you! I just… don’t know how to respond to all this…

Ōtori - Yeah… no, it’s… it’s a lot… I feel we had a bit more… closure, before voting for Inori…

Ōtori - Then of course, there was our dash to try and get her out… before…

Ōtori - …

Kobashikawa - …

Yamaguchi - …Shit, uh… I’m probably the last person you wanna hear this from, but how are you holding up?

Kobashikawa - …

Kobashikawa - I… couldn’t have done anything.

Kobashikawa - You made that decision, you killed Mekaru, I just happened to wake up before it took full effect.

Kobashikawa - That’s all; you made your decision, and I couldn’t have stopped it.

Yamaguchi - Yeah, Kobashikawa, that’s right. 

Tomori - This wasn’t your fault… you just wanted to make sure everyone was safe, and you were being kind.

Tomori - That’s the only reason you were there, and you were just in the wrong place, wrong time.

Kobashikawa - …Okay.

Yamaguchi - …I think that little… deep breath was the loudest noise I’ve ever heard from you-

Kobashikawa - You were awake when I called for Ōtori though?

Higa - Pardon me, but could we get to voting?

Tomori - …

Uehara - …Man, why’d you have to ruin the moment… literally murked the vibe.

Uehara - Point blank. Shot it.

Uehara - Maki, back next up?

Maki - …360 no scope…

Uehara - Woo! Maki agrees. Goddamnit Higa.

Higa - …

Higa - I’m going to choose to be the bigger person here, and not start anything.

Taira - I… honestly thought he was just going to start lashing out at that.

Maeda - Same…

Higa - No one asked you inept little idiots, talk to me when you’ve got talents that take skill and intelligence- 

Higa - Or even a talent at all!

Yamaguchi - Alright, just gonna… step in real quick.

Yamaguchi - Let’s go ahead and vote, yeah? I’ll explain… my motive, once we’ve got that done.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Everyone remember how the interface works?

Tsurugi - …Alright then… Let’s vote.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - …

Maeda - And here it is again…

Maeda - We’ll… hear what he has to say soon, I guess…

Maeda - …

[Vote]

[elionwriter]

GOOD OMENS FANFICTION: A World for Three

PROLOGUE

In a quaint, little bookshop in Soho and a fancy apartment of Mayfair an angel and a demon were living their lives very much the same way they always had. It was a life made of precious and antique books; of plants growing lushly under the pressure of constant death threats; of strolls in the park and dinners at the Ritz. I should correct my previous statement, though, and say that the two were living their lives exactly the way they always should have: together.

While most of their habits and daily activities remained the same, doing all those things together without having to hide or lie to their respective workplaces made them feel altogether new and fulfilling. Aziraphale and Crowley had united to stop the Apocalypse, they had trusted each other and played with fire and had, against all odds, won.

After thousands of years, Aziraphale could now lift his gaze from the book he was reading, comfortably sat in his chair and expect to find Crowley there, on the old, battered couch snoozing peacefully. Crowley could finally extend shyly his open palm across the table as the angel ate his meal and feel the other gently taking it with his free hand. It was, in short, the perfect life for two people on their own side.  

Things however weren’t the same everywhere. As a matter of fact, both in Heaven and Hell things had too suddenly changed and far too radically. At the darkest hour of a cloudy and desolate night another demon and another angel met to discuss.

On an empty bench in St.James park a thunder suddenly stroke and from it appeared the Archangel Gabriel. A fly, which was laying around, turned its head and flew up towards the newly arrived. A bunch of flies laying all around all followed at once and came together forming a cloud. The flies seemed to look reproachfully at the angel but his overstretched and fake smile didn’t falter. The flies moved to the archangel’s side on the bench and gave shape to the prince of hell Beelzebub. - ...zzz you are late!- She buzzed with annoyance.

- Very sorry for that, an emergency came up.- Gabriel said slinging a purple scarf around his neck. - Apparently there was a sudden incursion of demons trying to cause havoc in one of our offices.- He continued giving the other a side glance. He pulled out a plastic, food container filled with grimy, disgusting goo and passed it to her. - I believe these agents or whatever remains of them are yours.-

Beelzebub took the container and tossed it away, purposefully missing the trashcan by a few inches. - Not my zzz fault! Those idiots were zzz buzzzzing on their own account. Keeping those rejects from Heaven and demented sinners at bay has become more a pain in the azzz than it ever was.- Gabriel nodded sternly - You have no idea what is going on upstairs. Diligent angels, steady workers which have never done so much as lift their heads off their papers are now...taking coffee breaks!- He shuddered in horror.

- Huh, our coffee machine is alwayzzz flooded with people. Zzz Too bad it drips cold gunk instead of actual coffee...I didn’t even zzz know you had a coffee machine.-  - We don’t. They suspend their work to talk, chat, whisper, gossip. They gather on the sofas and mumble in groups constantly looking over their shoulder, hiding behind the palm branches and decorative plants! That’s the first and wost sign of insubordination.- Beelzebub smirked - That’zzzz how it started the first time zzzz... ooooohhh, I remember it well. Demons aren’t so subtle: you can hear them squabbling a mile away -

- I think I know what they’re talking about.- Gabriel started - How can a demon survive a bath in Holy Water?- - How can zzz an angel step into a pier of Hell Fire and zzz come out unscathed?- continued Beelzebub. - We may have panicked at first but now, thinking about it clearly, I’m pretty sure they cheated, somehow. They helped each other out and escaped our grasp, somehow.- Gabriel said pulling at his collar as he floundered both with his reasoning and his gestures.

Beelzebub got up, stretching her legs. - That izzzzn’t the point! Zzzz Even if they have weaseled their way out of their punishments, we don’t have a clue how they zzz did it or even lezzz ‘why’. Why did an angel and a zzz demon work together? Why risk their necks for each other and this planet? They both had much more to gain by staying in rank, doing azzz told. We’re different typezzz of creaturezzz, oppozzzite. Our kinds do not mesh! -

Gabriel and Beelzebub looked at each other with poorly concealed disgust at the prospect of ‘fraternizing’. - That’s what we’re here to discuss exactly! People are beginning to wonder: is it really impossible to come together? Are we really that different? If Aziraphale and Crowley could, can someone else do the same: Change in the way it appears they did? If God allowed it, were they really wrong at foiling the Great Plan?-

Gabriel said in a final tone, standing up as well, making the ground slightly tremble under his feet. Beelzebub’s flies scrambled around, buzzing with frustrated confusion before aligning her figure again. - Zzzz That’s more than we can afford! We need to shush the commentzzz, kill the theories and the uproar at once zzz!- Gabriel nodded - Reestablish the status quo!- - Zzz but how zzz?-

The two remained in silence for a moment, Gabriel pacing up and down, Beelzebub standing still on the spot burning the grass around her feet. Then, Gabriel spoke up - Things need to be explained in a way that all can understand. A way we see fit.- Beelzebub closed her eyes for a moment and opened them again saying - One of the two needs to change side. Either Crowley ascends or Aziraphale falls.- Gabriel’s smile turned instantly upside down and he moved towards her - How exactly did you reach this conclusion?! How is it in any way a solution? -

Beelzebub grabbed his arrogant mug and pulled him down to her level with anger. With her free hand she sent a wave on the nearby waters of the duck pond and a simplified set of images illustrated her plan. - They have both showed traits that make them more similar to the opposite faction than their own. If one of them bridges the gap it won’t be so strange that they could get in touch with their enemy and it would explain their failed execution: their spirit wasn’t in the right place!-

Gabriel sneaked out of Beelzebub’s grasp and massaging his face considered her words - Yeeees, I can see it now. Poor, unfortunate Crowley: a demon who’s never truly given up his angelic nature and found his way back to the glory of Heaven where he belongs thanks to the guiding force of Aziraphale which saw the light in him and converted him back. Oh goody, There hasn’t been an ascent since the days of Moses and Abel. This way our agent is shown to have done his true duty all along and Heavens scores a victory! I like it!-

- Ooooor, Zzzz Aziraphale wazzz ready to fall and our agent Crowley gave him the final push by tempting him into the greatest act of defiance of all zzz: going against God’zzz plan! The first fall since the Angelic war. - -Yes, well, we’ll consider which version to go with, eventually, but the important thing is that we can agree on how to take action. I believe we have the perfect agent for this mission!- - We’ll contact our own immediately zzz.- said Beelzebub.

Gabriel was already rubbing his hands in anticipation when a bothersome thought crossed his mind - ...You don’t actually intend to take those two back, do you?- - Off course not zzz! They are dangerouzzz and subverzzzive, especially together. We might not know how they escaped their sentence but they do. Let’zzz make them take care of each other. By the time we’re through with them zzz, it’ll be Crowley himself to kill off that chubby, impertinent angel.- - ooor Aziraphale to eliminate that sappy, depressed demon.- -Whatever!- - I’m glad that we agree.- Said Gabriel offering a hand to shake but Beelzebub seemed to have no intention of shaking back.

When Gabriel took sight of how dirty and disgusting her hands were he immediately pulled his own back. - Zzzz What about that ‘other’ matter? Have you seen into it or zzz have you truly come here to try my patience and destroy my sense of smell zzz with that garbage you’ve got on you? UH, what is it?- Beelzebub asked wrinkling her nose. -It’s cologne: ‘Old Spice’.- The angel answered proudly. - It’zzz disgusting!- - Anyway, I did my homework and I think we have the perfect subject. Adam Young proved to be a poor Antichrist but I feel our new, little friend will fare better.-                      

[Ch. 1: A World for Two]

https://elionwriter.tumblr.com/post/656426753918664704/good-omens-a-world-for-three-chapter-1

[writingwife-83]

Jealous!lock in the days of Molliarty

So this is a pretty fluffy version of jealous!lock I’d say. Hope you like how I did it, anon! ;)

Sherlock covertly glanced at Molly as she worked busily in the lab. This was a good opportunity. John was busy and couldn’t be there, no other employees or visitors around…yes perhaps now was his chance. He cleared his throat.

“Thrilling episode of Glee last night, wasn’t it?”

Molly halted what she was doing and frowned at him. “Glee? You…like that show?”

“Mm, what’s not to like?” He grinned.

She smiled, though still looked rather suspicious. “So um, what was your favorite part then?”

“I’d have to say the uh…the singing.” That could have been thought out a bit better. Time for a subject change…

“Molly, tell me, how is Toby?”

Her brow shot up. “My cat Toby? He’s…fine, thanks.”

“Ah, good old Toby. Always…there, isn’t he?” Sherlock attempted a fond smile.

“He certainly is,” Molly agreed. “Always on my bed when you crash at my place. And then you demand that I remove him for you because you won’t sleep with that hairball pawing at your face.”

Sherlock chuckled nervously. “Yes well, we actually get on awfully well. It would simply be too distracting to have him in the room while I’m there. Might interrupt my sleep because I’d so badly want to stay up and…pat him. And like you said! He likes me so much that all he wants to do is get attention from me during the night. Can’t think of leaving me alone!”

“That’s lovely to hear, Sherlock,” Molly said kindly, her lips twisting a little and holding back a laugh. “I’ll be sure to have you feed him next time I’m out of town then. I didn’t realize you were so attached till now!”

Blast! “Mm, yes, that sounds like a lovely plan,” he said as genuinely as possible.

He wondered just what else that sly weasel Jim had to offer that he didn’t. Mentally paging through Molly’s blog entries, he desperately looked for some little clue…

“Coffee!” he shouted aloud.

Molly stared in confusion. “Yes…what about coffee?”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“Well, yes.”

“Excellent! I do as well,” he stated, looking pleased with himself.

“Yeah, I know, Sherlock. I’ve gotten it for you lots of times.”

“Yeeees…but we’ve never had it at the same time…together.”

Molly smiled a little. “That’s true, yes. Mostly because when I asked you, you turned me down.”

Sherlock’s expression fell. Yes, that’s right, he had brushed off that suggestion of her’s hadn’t he? Somehow he hadn’t considered the long term implications at the time, and now it was coming back to bite him! He hardly noticed Molly approach till she spoke again right next to him.

“You do realize I took your advice and ended things with Jim, right?” she asked softly.

He perked up. “Did you?”

She nodded. “He just, you know, wasn’t right for me.”

“He absolutely wasn’t!” Sherlock agreed instantly. “Let’s hope we never see him again.”

There was an awkward moment of silence before Molly sighed. “Well, at least I still have Toby.”

“Mm,” Sherlock hummed. “Though…not only Toby.”

Her little lips swept up in a grin.

Sherlock stood from where he sat in the lab and grabbed his coat. “Come on.”

“Where are you going?”

Sherlock held the door. “I thought we established that we both like coffee…and perhaps drinking it together.”

Molly very happily followed him out of the lab with a bit of a blush on her cheeks and Sherlock was finally beginning to feel like he was finally getting somewhere again. Things were looking up! Though, as they walked, he still felt it couldn’t hurt to make a little casual conversation on a pertinent topic…

“Fun little fact- I’m a full four inches taller than Jim.”