#also back and hair reveal I guess XD

[lightineventide]

Baggage packing time - but first, my customised vest survived its first washing in the washing machine without a scratch on the paint, which means it's now worthy of posting! 😄

This might actually be my favourite piece of clothing I've ever tried to paint myself.

[honey-and-sims]

While reworking the family tree, I've been taking new portraits now that I've figured out how things can believably work out timeline wise, and I am emotional af seeing our founders next to their parents 🥹

[we-stan-the-stans-27]

Sleeping Beauty AU?

@sixerstanley Here had this HUGE big brain idea and I immediately sprung into action to write a little something about it.

Basically, they read a merlin fic where a spell made it seem like Merlin was dead, but he was basically asleep and aware of everything going on. Arthur was not having a good time. (trauma and pain ensues) I'm going to replicate it, based on the idea alone.

(Also, I had no idea this would turn into an almost 4k oneshot, oops! Color me inspired, I guess! I can do this, but not my actual fan fiction. LMAO!)

Suffer with me. (JK, enjoy. XD )

For the first time in weeks, Ford had allowed himself a full night's rest downstairs. Why not reward himself, just this once? The rift is sealed, the universe is safe, and things are slowly getting back to normal. Or as normal as they get in the pathetic excuse for what used to be his home.

Ford still has a hard time calling it what it is, 'The Mystery Shack' is a little on the nose, isn't it? The exhibits are hardly anything close to a mystery. They're botched taxidermy projects.

Insults. That's what they are.

A slap in the face to his life's work.

Whatever, that's not his problem right now. Coffee is the first order of business.

It's early and no one else is awake, but the coffee pot is still hot with a fresh pot. One cup appears to be missing. Stanley must be awake then.

Ford takes his time pouring the life-bringing liquid into his favorite cup (it is amazing Stanley didn't break it or lose it after all these years) and adding in ample sugar, and a dash of cream for color.

He adds a single ice cube to cool it faster, listening to the sounds of the house. It's silent, too quiet.

Ford can't help that even in a peaceful environment it puts him on edge.

The TV is off and a walk through the living room reveals Stanley isn't sitting on the couch. The first-floor bathroom light is off, door is slightly ajar, but empty.

That's weird.

He really shouldn't be looking for his brother anyway since the only good that will do is start another fight. It's too early for that.

Ford settles back in the kitchen, hovering near the window and sipping his cup watching the clock on the wall tic on. Minutes pass.

The silence is no longer just putting him on edge, it's sounding alarms.

Why? There is nothing dangerous here in the house, they are perfectly safe here now that Bill has been dealt with.

What then?

To put his own stupid mind to rest he leaves the empty cup in the sink and goes upstairs to the attic, checking on Dipper and Mabel.

They are both still fast asleep in their beds. Dipper, drooling on his pillow with half the blanket on the floor. Mabel, hair stuck up in all directions, clutching one of her many stuffed animals like it might try to escape.

Waddles is here too, curled up on its makeshift bed on the floor.

He stays just long enough to ensure they are all breathing, and sleeping soundly, before noiselessly going back downstairs.

The second floor is as empty as the first, including Stanley's poor excuse for a room. It is a mess of half-packed boxes, several trash bags, and the always-unmade bed.

Soon enough the house will be normal again.

Stanley will be gone, the kids will go home- (Perhaps they'll visit again next summer? It's a shame Dipper can't stay) and the Mystery Shack business will be over forever.

This once secluded corner of the valley will be that way again, his haven away from prying eyes. And tourists.

With the interior of the house cleared that only leaves the yard and porch.

Ford makes his way out onto the one Stanley finds the most use out of and the worry he hadn't realized to be carrying vanishes. There he is, sitting back dead asleep on the disgusting couch. How old is that thing? It appears to be growing several kinds of mold along the bottom because of the constant rain this region gets.

One hand is barely holding onto Stan's coffee cup, the arm of the couch holding it up while its owner sleeps.

"Seriously, Stanley? Being old doesn't give you an excuse to sleep anywhere, much less flash the local wildlife in little more than boxers." It's a good dig, in his opinion, and he speaks loud enough to rouse Stanley despite how hard of hearing he has become over the years.

Except no quick response comes.

Stanley doesn't so much as twitch in his spot on the couch.

The fear comes back-

Oh, don't be ridiculous!

"Very funny, Stanley." He lets the door close, quietly, before moving to stand in front of his brother, hands on either hip.

He looks, really looks, at Stan.

And sees nothing good.

The first notable, and most concerning finding, is that his brother isn't breathing. He waits, watching, assuming this to be a breath hold.

A joke.

But that isn't the only concerning evidence. Stanley's eyes are also halfway open, looking over the yard. Empty.

Not funny anymore, very much NOT funny!

Ford does not panic, not yet. He moves and picks up the cup, plucking it out of his brother's hand- It lacks any strength, like taking a toy from a child.

"Stanley? Wake up. Very good joke, you got me. Stop it now." He kneels on the couch, next to him, after setting the cup aside on the porch by their feet.

For the second time since coming home, Ford touches Stanley. This time with a kinder hold, reaching up to press two fingers along the pulse point between the jaw and collar bone, off to the side of the Adam's apple.

Nothing.

'One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten-'

He could count on one hand the number of times true panic has overtaken him in his lifetime. It isn't a luxury one can often afford when coming face to face with death constantly in the multiverse-

But what harm can come of it when someone is already dead?

His hand stays right where it is, tucked into the still-warm skin-

"No, this isn't funny-" But Ford's voice shakes and he snatches the hand away quickly. If he can't feel the lack of pulse, it's not there. Simple.

How didn't he notice? When did this happen?

What happened?

No- Ford turns, looking around the peaceful yard. Dew covers the grass, the sun peaked up about half an hour ago basking the clearing in pink and yellow hues.

There isn't any blood.

Death is messy. He has seen it countless times, but it is never, ever, peaceful. Knives, guns, cracking bones, broken bodies...

Looking back at Stanley none of that is present. The skin is still pink, and warm, eyes open but- Dead.

No. That can't be. It just can't.

Stanley looks almost peaceful, asleep. His coffee, barely a sip or two taken from the looks of it. "No."

Panic takes many different forms. Initially, instinctively, Ford looked for the cause. It had to be someone, something, who did this. Who took his brother?

But there is nothing, no one, in sight. No blood.

"Stanley, who-" His feet stop, body stalling, in the middle of turning back from the yard to look at the corpse...

He had been about to ask, to question who did this. But a dead body can't answer. A dead body, a corpse.

There is a distinction between a vessel and a person, or so Ford had always thought.

Everyone dies and until then you live inside and pilot your body. Someday, it becomes a corpse and you leave it behind.

That is such a cold and callous way to look at it, in retrospect. Because this, is Stanley. He's just- Gone.

With quick hands, Ford begins looking, almost in a frenzy, for the cause.

No blunt force trauma to the back of the head. No perforations to the abdomen, arms, nothing. There is nothing.

But that's not possible, people don't just-

Except they do. Sometimes-

No. NO! Not them, not him! Stanley Pines wouldn't just die, not without a fight!

Death doesn't play favorites, anyone can go, anytime-

"Shut up! No, he wouldn't! He wouldn't leave me!" It comes out in a shout and shakes him.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

He never allowed himself to think very far into the future, how could he? Everything was always changing and it was better to live in the now anyway. So long as you were safe now, other things could be handled later-

Except later doesn't always wait for you to be ready. Time has its own plans and you have to work around it or something-

Stanley wasn't supposed to die. Isn't! he can't be-

Except-

There are no obvious injuries, but then again there don't have to be. They may not be old, but they're old enough. Brain aneurysms take hold suddenly, killing the affected almost instantly.

Leaving barely enough time to set down a cup of coffee-

Or a heart attack?

No, Stanley would have come inside, asked for help-

Wouldn't he?

"You idiot!" It comes out in a hiss from where Ford has shifted. He's kneeling right next to Stanley, hand on either shoulder, looking at his half-open but- Dead. Dead eyes. Empty. Gone.

Soulless.

Ford isn't sure who he's talking to. Himself? or Stanley? Both?

"I would have helped you, we could have called someone, I-" He has to pull away, sinking down into the empty space of the couch to hide the tears springing up without permission.

This can't be happening. Things weren't supposed to end like this-

Oh yeah, how was it supposed to go then?

With you, kicking him out next week? Leaving him homeless, again, just like Pa?

"Stop it! I don't know, not like this!" Stanley was always the stronger between them, persevering through everything no matter what happened.

Is this my fault?

What a stupid question.

It forces him to sit up again, one hand covering his face while half peering out at Stanley.

Of course it is. What did you expect? That he would take his life being uprooted lying down?

Did he do this on purpose?

In the rush to pick up the cup of coffee Ford almost knocks it over but finds he can't hold it without spilling some of it over the sides, down onto the porch, anyway. He is left with no choice but to set it back down to avoid wasting the sample.

Maybe.

Ford takes both a physical and mental step back, leaning against one of the columns holding up the roof over the porch, to look around.

Breathing is getting a little more difficult, coming in tight short inhales and smaller and smaller exhales.

What better way to get back at me? Thirty years of a life spent learning math, science, and engineering skills well beyond any normal human's comprehension, for what?

To get a brother back who first chance he got told him to pack it up and get out?

"What kind of brother am I?"

The kind who would rather be right than-

Then apologize. Forgive. Make up. Let go.

And now, it's too late. The train left the station, Stanley is gone, and its all my fault.

"He died thinking I hated him." That realization is what breaks the decade-old dam, tears finally escaping. Ford closes the distance, sitting on the stupid couch and pulling Stanley over into a hug, even if he's not here to feel it.

The lack of strong, still buff, arms encircling him, returning the sentiment only makes him cry harder into the thin and crappy tank top Stanley must have worn to bed.

"I'm sorry." He chokes out between sobs, "I thought I'd have more time, you'd have more time. I didn't think- How could I?" Nothing he's saying is making much sense.

The ramblings of a heartbroken lunatic.

As if we really deserve to be upset, like you'd of cared if it wasn't life or death-

Maybe his own thoughts are right. If Stanley had been alive, sitting here, having his morning coffee they would have traded morning insults before going their separate ways.

But that's not the reality they live in. This one is much worse, much darker.

I spent so much time running away, trying to break apart, and be unique. No longer part of a broken pair, or what I saw as one, I-

"I never expected to miss it when the other half was gone." He is still shaking, refusing to let go, with thoughts still scrambled in a million different directions.

CPR wouldn't do any good now, although it's a nice thought. If Stanley came out here directly after preparing his coffee then that was almost twenty minutes ago, give or take-

Oh god. What about the kids?

Without letting go Ford checks the time on his watch, wincing. A few hours at most, but he'll have to call the coroner-

What does he do?

For the first time, possibly ever, Ford feels lost.

Not only because his twin is currently dead, which is already world-ending, but everything that comes with it.

Who does he say the corpse belongs to? Stanley Pines has been dead for decades-

Is that why he did this? So that Ford could slot right back into his old life, fixing the broken and shattered history? No. This had to be an accident-

Only the testing of the coffee will confirm it or not.

Ford has never had to stick around and deal with a dead body before. Moving on was easier, and necessary. He can't remember attending a funeral, other than their great aunts when they were barely seven.

That's not the same. He'll have to make arrangements, put together pictures, and give a speech-

About a life he knows nothing about.

"God, I'm sorry Stanley. I'm so sorry." It feels safe to let his voice break here. No one is around to see how completely destroyed he feels. "All you ever did was love me, and I pushed you away. I crushed it, refused, and now..."

"Now you're gone. I can't even remember the last time I told you that I love you, but I do. So much, more than I could ever handle." Ford can't let go, but he does shift back to look at his brother's face, holding his limp body with one hand and clearing his own tears with the other.

"For what it's worth, I'm glad I'm here. Thank you, for bringing me back." He has to close his eyes, fresh tear tracks spilling across both cheeks, "Even if only so I could say goodbye. I'm glad I got that, at least. If only you were here-"

With a broken voice, Ford can't stand looking at Stan like this anymore. He reaches up, closing both eyes with feather-light fingers, before leaning close to press them forehead to forehead. Just like when they were young. Before everything.

It's odd. How fast do corpses cool? Not that Ford is going to complain. It lets him pretend, just for a few more moments, that Stanley isn't gone. That they could have this again.

Too little, too late.

"I love you, Stanley." It comes out broken and cruel, like the universe is mocking him. What was the point in protecting them from Bill if death came knocking anyway?

For the first time since coming home, Ford understands.

Finally, he can see why Stanley wasted so much of his life trying to bring him back. Because he loves so much, so big. To his own detriment.

He would do anything, even destroy the world, to have Ford by his side again.

"I'm so sorry, you deserved so much better." How different could things of been?

What would Stanley of done instead? Gotten married? Had kids?

A better family, that's for sure.

Ford knows he can't stay here forever. He needs to let go, head inside, and make some phone calls. To tell Soos to close the shack for the day, get an ambulance to bring Stanley to the morgue.

He needs to prepare for when the kids wake up and figure out what to tell them.

But first, he indulges himself a little bit more by leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Stanley's lips. It smells of coffee, cigars, and denture cream, but Ford can't detect any sort of drug or chemical from close proximity alone. It's nice.

Not what you'd expect from a corpse, but it's enough.

A goodbye, a real one in a weird broken way. Just their luck.

The absolute last thing Ford expects, upon starting to pull away, is to feel the body still pressed very tight to his own take in a very deep breath followed by Stanley's discarded hands coming up to grab at him.

"Stanley!" His voice is still broken, mixed with anger and joy in a typhoon of confusion.

And Stanley? He has the nerve to laugh!

"Don't think you're walking away from that so easily!" No longer locked inside his own body without the ability to do anything it's a relief to be able to breathe. But even better, he can pull Ford over on top of his lap, locking one leg in place against the side of the couch.

"Excuse me! I thought you were dead! What the fuck, Stanley! You can't just go around pretending to be dead to mess with people! What if the kids had found you, or Soos, or Wendy?! You would have scared them half to death, you scared me half to death!"

Truly, it's a complicated story. One Stan is pretty sure Ford doesn't want to hear right now when his mind is running a mile a minute.

He has other things that need to be said instead of explaining whoever that weird wizard was who came out of the forest.

Forcibly Stanley grabs Ford's face, bringing him down so they are face to face again, leaving no room for argument in their close proximity. "Shut up, will you?"

Being locked in was sort of a blessing because participating in the conversation is so much harder than he thought it would be moments ago. He steals his nerves anyway, "I love you too, I'm not dead, and I'm pretty sure forty years should have made you a better kisser than that. Otherwise, I've got my work cut out for me. Try again."

By now Ford's face is bright red both out of anger at being tricked and embarrassment at their current position. But Stanley's hands are no longer weak, holding him tightly in place. Not that he seriously wants to argue anyway.

Stan waits, but the longer Ford stares, the more unsure he becomes. Maybe he misunderstood? Or maybe Ford just has a thing for corpses and now that he isn't one, the interest is gone.

Fair enough, Stan knows he isn't much to look at. Age wasn't as kind to him as it was to Ford. All lean muscles, few wrinkles, and barely greying hair. It's stupid, really.

It would be hypocritical to go right back to being mad, wouldn't it?

Just because Stanley isn't dead now, doesn't mean he won't be next time. Or the time after that.

Anything could happen.

Ford knows he should pull away. They should talk about what the hell just happened. He should move off his brother's damn lap!

Or, he could give in to the very thing he's spent two-thirds of their lives running from. The details and tough conversation can be hashed out later, right?

It's the hold on his jaw loosening that yanks Ford out of his spinning thoughts back to the present. Stanley is pulling away, looking down-

How long was he lost in thought? It couldn't have been more than twenty seconds. Did he change his mind? No, then why does he look so-

Well. Stanley looks the same as he always does.

Oh. Briefly, for a few seconds, Stanley was being brave. He opened up and showed his hand. Let himself be vulnerable.

Idiot!

His hands had never fully left Stan's shoulders, but he tightens their grip now, shifting one up to cup along the underside of his jaw. He doesn't feel the need to say anything, because neither of them has ever really been good with words.

He leans down, surprising them both, with a much more insistent kiss.

A hello. And maybe? A new beginning.

[joanquill]

Confession time + "Surprise!"

Hello thanks for the opportunity *-* I would like to request : - After reader came back badly hurt from a mission(but will survive) -> 5 (if you do not like it maybe 25) - Albert - well then romantic x) - fluff (And I'll wait next year to ask 28 or 4 xD haha) Thanks <3

Albert James Moriarty

A/N: I kind of made Albert more on the teasing side if that's okay ^^"

You gasped as you shot upright, cold sweat trickling down your forehead as you panted, finding yourself on a bed and covered in bandages.

'What-Ow!'  you flinched as a sharp pain shot through your side.

You groaned as you looked around, seeing you were inside a hospital room and found a vase of red roses on your bedside table.

"...What happened in the mission?..." you muttered, trying to recall what led you here.

"Excuse me-" the door opened, and you saw a doctor walk in, a shocked expression on his face when he saw you.

You awkwardly waved your hand, snapping him out of it, and called for a nurse in a hurry, making you more nervous.

'How long was I out?'

"Four weeks!?" you repeated, stunned by the answer as the doctor confirmed.

"Aside from a traumatic brain injury, you also had a couple of broken ribs and numerous cuts all over your arms, legs, and torso," the doctor listed as he wrote on his clipboard, making you look down at your bandage-covered body.

"You will need to stay in the hospital for at least two more weeks so we can monitor your recovery," he added, making you internally sigh.

"Okay..." you muttered, processing this new information.

"You're quite lucky," the doctor added, pocketing his pen, "If you were brought just a minute too late, you might not have survived,"

"Yes! You have quite the loving husband," the nurse happily added, making you blink at her in confusion.

"I-I'm sorry... husband?"

"A man brought you in. It was quite the sight, seeing a noble covered in blood while carrying someone in his arms," the doctor mused, making you freeze.

'A noble... That means...'  you thought, knowing only two people who can fit the title.

"E-Excuse me..." you called out, catching the two's attention, "The man who brought me here... What color was his hair?"

"Brown,"

'That's what I thought...!'  you thought in horror, already hearing the teasing and jokes from a mile away.

"He's quite the devoted husband, too! Visiting you every day with roses in hand," the nurse happily sighed as if congratulating you.

You felt your face flush at her comment, making you quickly deny it.

"N-No, you've got it all wrong!"

"Speaking of him," the doctor quipped, pulling out his pocketwatch as he ignored your protests, "He should be arriving soon,"

The door opened as if on cue, revealing a tired Albert holding a bouquet of roses.

His eyes slowly looked up and landed on you, making him gasp as his eyes widened.

"We'll take this as a sign to leave," the nurse whispered, winking at you as she pulled the doctor along and left the room, unable to give you a second to protest.

As the door closed, you could feel the heavy awkwardness in the air.

"S-Surprise...!" we weakly greeted, wanting to feel the silence with something while Albert kept quiet.

"S-Sorry, I guess that's not the first you should say when you wake up from a-" you felt Albert hug you tightly, not applying pressure on your injuries as you saw the roses he had a second ago fall on the floor.

"You're awake..." he whispered, his whole body trembling as he kept you close.

You took a deep breath as you hugged him back.

"Yeah... I'm back..."

"I can feed myself," you grumbled with flushed cheeks, avoiding the apple slice Albert was trying to feed you.

"You shouldn't move so much," he warned with a glare, making you sigh and reluctantly take the slice.

As you chewed, you looked over to the roses Albert brought in, now replacing the roses from before.

"Say... The flowers," you turned around to him, making him look at the vase.

"...I've been changing them whenever I visit," he confirmed, giving you another slice.

"I see..." you replied, remembering the nurse's comment as you looked away in embarrassment.

"Is something wrong?" Albert quickly got up from his seat, touching your forehead as he checked your temperature.

"I'm fine! I'm okay!" you quickly confirmed, pulling his hand off as he sighed in relief.

"That's good to hear..." he muttered, grabbing the fruits again.

You raised a brow as you looked at him, not used to seeing this side of him.

"...Since when have you been this caring?" you bluntly asked, catching him off guard.

He breathed out a smirk as he peeled another apple.

"Since I almost lost the person I love," he confessed, making you freeze.

"Don't joke about that," you grumbled, feeling your face warm up as Albert chuckled with a teasing grin.

"Who said it was a joke?"

[autumn-foxfire]

Black Org episodes! I have no clue what these ones are about though. It seems to be NOCs being taken out by them, specifically the FBI.

Oh new opening. Kind of meh, to be honest but it's better than the ones that push the bad romance between Shinichi and Ran.

Pretty even when they're shocked and scared.

Shinichi actually took precautions to hide his identity.

Colour me shocked.

He still underestimates how dangerous Gin is though. He was going to be shot if it hadn't been for the fact more people showed up.

Shinichi: Yeah, the code you came up with was easy to solve and I'm going to make you all believe a seven year old solved it.

I bet the rest of these agents are so confused about why half of the agents are just so comfortable with talking to a child about how to capture the BO.

...I also forgot Camel was supposed to be dead and being known to be alive could fuck up their plan with Kir and thats because Gosho has never brought it up as an issue before and it just infuriates me with Gosho's weak writing when it comes to the plot.

Urgh and here comes Yusaku to point out all their faults <.< Can Rum please kill him off and add some of the tension back into the story, please and thank you? Him and his fucking brother.

And Kir's secret is about to be uncovered too.

"We should have asked Yusaku-" This. Is. Why. I. Hate. His. Role.

Lol but at least Rum is known as a bigger threat.

Yukiko uses whatever excuse she can to touch Akai and honestly, we understand.

Yusaku: Why are you asking me?

Akai: Because that's your fucking son you idiots.

I know it's supposed to be a "Akai knows Shinichi's identity" but it just comes across as him being critical of their parenting XD Akai has his adoption papers ready.

I'm putting it up to him being in a very dangerous situation but not building a fire on the beach should have been obvious T-T I guess they need the tension.

It's become a game of man hunt.

"Borrow" stole. You have no intention of returning these items or paying for them XD

And here comes Yusaku to tell us how Akai's plan won't work and yes I AM GOING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW HE'S USED FROM NOW ON. HE DIDN'T EVEN NEED TO SAY IT, THEY SAW THE RESULTS OF THEIR PLAN GO UP IN FLAMES IMMEDIATELY.

Shinichi is Akai's spotter.

...Akai just shot a grenade out of the air. 1300 meters away.

SIGN THE ADOPTION PAPERS SHINICHI!

His hair looks better this way.

Still nothing on the tea party T-T

Father and Son.

And Rum was revealed without much fanfare. It was actually a pretty boring way to reveal him. I'm disappointed, Gosho.

[j-eryewrites]

The Dancing Men (I)

Part 15 of The Arbitrary Lives of the Occupants of 221B Baker Street

Word Count: 6.5k (back to normal-sized chapters)

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Warnings: Sherlock is Sherlock, descriptions of violence and gore, Sherlock is absolutely in love with the reader, slow burn finally working its magic. 

Author’s Notes: You know how Benoit Blanc is horrific at Among Us even though he’s a detective, I say the same logic applies to Sherlock. At least that’s my headcanon. I also mixed a request into this chapter XD

John was quite enjoying how the evening was turning out. He sat smugly in his chair across from Sherlock whose face was stuck in a perpetual frown. It wasn’t every day John could say he had the upper hand on Sherlock. 

What started out as a simple game of Cluedo, or “Clue” as Y/N had put it, now became an obsession for Sherlock. John chuckled at the sight of his friend. He would have never expected the great Sherlock Holmes, the world’s only consulting detective to be reduced to nothing over a simple mystery game. 

“Professor Plum. The revolver. In the study,” Sherlock muttered. 

“Is that your final answer?” John asked. He raised a brow quizzically. Of course, he knew the answer. He had guessed it after the third round but had been so kind as to not tell Sherlock. 

Sherlock glared at John. “Positive.” Each letter was enunciated perfectly as it fell from Sherlock’s voice. He was getting on edge, John noted as he motioned to the envelope in the middle of the board game. 

Sherlock lunged at the cards and as he flipped them over, a cry of outrage left his mouth. “That’s not possible. Professor Plum. The revolver. In the study. Not Ms. Peacock with the rope in the kitchen!” He yelled. 

“Sherlock, it’s only a game!” John laughed earning another glare from Sherlock. 

“No, John. It’s not just a game.” Sherlock’s voice was oozing with frustration. He ran his hands through his curly hair and gripped it tightly. He sucked in, an attempt at a deep breath. “Onemoreround.” 

“What?” John asked. He leaned forward in concern. Sherlock really was getting worked up over a game. 

“One. More. Game. John. But this time–” Sherlock said. “We do it my way.”

“Sherlock that’s not how–”

That’s how John ended up on the floor of his flat. His face got quite comfortable with the ground as Sherlock paced around the room. Watching Sherlock navigate the flat was like watching a child attempt to dance. His steps were jerky and stiff as he ducked, jumped, and twirled around the room. His hand pointed out following along the clues the game has so far revealed. Suddenly, Sherlock dipped out of John’s narrow viewing field. However, he was eager to continue watching his friend obsess over Cluedo. 

“Don’t move.” Sherlock snapped. 

“Sherloc–”

“Don’t. Move.” 

John sighed in defeat. This was going to be a long night. John’s only thought of consolidation was that at least Y/N would be enjoying it. He heard the music she played through the floorboards as she got ready for her date with Jim that night. It was a nice tune, not something John would listen to willingly, but something to keep him distracted as he played the murder victim.  He even found himself humming along before Sherlock declared dead bodies don’t hum and threatened to silence his friend with duct tape. 

It wasn’t long before the boredom reached John. While seeing Sherlock fret over a silly game was hilarious, being glued to the floor was not. The wooden floor was uneven in some areas and John could swear something sticking into his side. He tried to re-adjust only to earn another harsh threat from Sherlock. 

Soon John found himself dozing off; a result of the faint music from below and Sherlock’s muffled footsteps. John would have fallen into a deep sleep if it were not for Sherlock’s sudden outburst. 

“I’ve got it!” Sherlock shouted. 

John peered up at Sherlock and snickered at the sight. Sherlock looked like a crazed man. His hair stuck out in all sorts of ways, and his shirt was wrinkled and untucked. There were even a few buttons left open. His robe swayed at his sides and he ducked under the numerous amounts of red thread tied around the room. Oh, did John forget to mention the redecorating the flat had gone through?

Not only had Sherlock forced John to play dead, but had also conjured the different murder weapons as stated by the game, took the character cards, and some red thread, and placed them in their respective rooms. Those rooms of course were adapted to be the very rooms of their flat. Connecting each weapon, character, room, and, well, John, were red threads. Where Sherlock had found the insane amount of red thread he did not know, however, what John did know was that Y/N was going to have a fit seeing the state of the flat. 

“Hit me,” John said. Sherlock raised his brow in an interesting manner. One that scared John. “No, don’t actually hit me. Just–” John could swear he saw Sherlock’s demeanour fall. “What’s the verdict?” 

“John Watson, my dear friend, was found dead in the study at 6.49 in the evening. The suspects are as follows–”

“Can I get up?”

“No.” Sherlock cleared his throat. “Suspects are as follows: Ms. Peacock, Ms. Scarlet, Dr. Orchid, Rev. Greene, Professor Plum, and Colonel Mustard. When each suspect was interrogated, I came to find–”

John groaned. Sherlock was conducting a case. A case for a game. “Get to it!” John yelled. 

“Dead bodies don’t speak, John,” hissed Sherlock. 

“Sherlock…” John said warningly. 

“Fine.” Sherlock walked into his room and emerged with a wrench in hand. It was large and very clearly a real wrench. John grumbled to himself. This was entirely his fault. He had indulged Sherlock too much and now he was going to be murdered over a game of Cluedo. Though, thought John, Y/N would have his back and make sure that Sherlock would pay tenfold. Now that, John was okay with it. “What you didn’t realize, John, is that your old lover Dr. Orchid would be in attendance tonight. She was jealous of you and your success in your career. When she had the chance she cornered you in the ballroom for one final dance with death. A dance that you did not walk away from.” Sherlock raised the wrench above John’s body. “With a wrench, she had found underneath the kitchen sink, she beat you to death.” Sherlock made a few gruesome sounds to what he thought a dying man would make. 

“Alright, I get it. I died–”

“Your body was beaten to a pulp. Blood, brains, and bone fragments mixed together like a–”

“Sherlock, I get it!” John yelled. He would have given Sherlock more of an earful if it weren’t for the clearing of a throat. John looked quizzically at Sherlock. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at John. Neither of them had made the sound. 

There it was again. It came from a man noted Sherlock. He could tell from the pitch. It was too low for a woman to produce. Sherlock also noted that it came from the doorway. Slowly the detective and his friend peered over to the entryway. In the doorway stood a man in his late twenties. He wore a dark-coloured polo shirt and a nice pair of trousers. There was no wrinkle in sight. His hair was slicked back with gel in a stylish manner and he flashed a nervous grin. 

The man, whoever he was, was unsure of the scene before him. In fact, he was almost sure that he was about to witness a murder if it were for the ramblings of John; who had to explain the scenario. Finding out that they were playing a game of Cluedo didn’t help ease the man’s suspicion. 

“Who are you?” Sherlock asked. His face bore no sign of emotion as he eyed the man in front of him. From just his watch, Sherlock could tell he came from wealth. The golden ring on his finger meant he was married and the fact that it was polished let Sherlock know it was well-loved: a happy marriage. Sherlock noted next was the man’s choice of outerwear. The jacket he so carefully held in his hand was much too thin for the weather London had been receiving the past few days. This led Sherlock to his final conclusion, the man was from out of town, even more so, from out of the country. 

A deduction that was proven accurate the moment the man answered Sherlock’s question. 

“The name’s Hilton Cubitt.” He introduced himself with an Irish accent and was quick to follow with a hand ready for Sherlock to shake, who quite literally left him hanging. “I assume that your Mr. Holmes?” 

“Speaking.” 

“Grand.” Hilton smiled in relief. “The whole fake murder thing makes sense now,” he joked. 

John let out an uneasy chuckle. “Yeah…what are you here for Hilton?” He cleared his throat and once again realized his position on the floor. It took a moment and some tripping over the scatter thread for John to stand up. He could have sworn Sherlock was displeased to have his “dead body” removed. 

“It’d be just easier to show than to…tell,” Hilton clarified. Then he reached into the pocket of his trousers and pulled out a small slip of paper. Now this intrigued Sherlock, so he quickly snatched it out of Hilton's hands. 

Sherlock’s head tilted to the side with curiosity. A smile grew on his face. John took the peer over Sherlock’s shoulder at the sheet of paper. 

“That’s a child’s drawing,” John muttered and he was confident in his deduction. Upon the sheet of paper were small stick figures. Each figure is in a different position, almost like steps to a dance.

 “That your idea?” Sherlock. “Honestly, John after all this time I would have thought you’d have a more intelligent answer.” 

John elbowed Sherlock in his side. “You’re just still upset after I beat you in six rounds of Cluedo.” 

Sherlock clenched his jaw and turned away from his friend. “Then I suggest we get the opinion of another. Someone who is unbiased.”

Immediately, John shook his head. “No, Sherlock. She’s getting ready for a date. You can’t–”

But it was too late. Sherlock had already vacated the flat with the code in hand. John’s mouth hung agape before he asked Hilton for a moment and darted down the stairs after Sherlock. 

_______

Y/N quietly hummed along to the song playing on the stereo. She loved to hum or sing. It was one of the things that made her human and to know that she was alive. The feeling of her throat tickled as she mimicked the melody as best she could. One of her favourite feelings besides that of rain dancing across her skin or hugs from those she loved. The way they’d hold each other close in an embrace. It didn’t matter who the hug was from; her parents, Mrs. Hudson, John, Jim, and even Sherlock. There was even some part of her that preferred Sherlock’s stiff but calming embrace to anyone else’s. 

Now that she came to think of it, Y/N had been thinking more and more about Sherlock. She attributed the thoughts and feelings to all the events that had transpired in the past few months. Case after case. Danger after danger. It would only make sense she’d need to find comfort in someone who understood. She only really could find comfort in someone who was there. Of course, she had considered talking to Jim, but he’d just worry. He was great like that. He’d worry as a good boyfriend should, but then would just tell her to leave. Just like he did when she told him about the reason she refused to take cabs. 

“If it’s dangerous, then leave. Darling, just leave. Come work for me. Somewhere safe.” Those words, Jim’s words echoed in her head. She didn’t want to leave. She loved working with John and Sherlock. She loved helping others. She loved feeling like she was making a difference in the world. Something she doubted she could do working for Jim and his consulting company. Additionally, working for your boyfriend was weird. It felt like a commitment that would soon turn into an obligation. An obligation that would force her to stay, but Jim wouldn’t do that. He was the perfect gentleman. He probably just wanted to keep Y/N safe. Anyone would do that. 

Suddenly the door flung open. Only one person would ever just barge into her flat like that. Y/N sighed. She’d have to get the door hinges replaced with the force Sherlock used to swing the door open.  

“To what do I owe the pleasure,” She sarcastically questioned. Her tone was an attempt to hide that she was really happy he barged in. A tone that hid she’d be willing to replace her door hinges so long as he kept coming, but it came out harsher than she expected. Something she realized when she saw Sherlock’s dazed state. 

“I’m sor—just…” She cleared her throat. “You alright? Clue going well?”

As she said it, she realized Sherlock was more dishevelled than she had ever seen. Was his hair always this curly and out of place? Then Y/N thought of how much she would like to run her finger through his hair. It looked soft, so she imagined it like that. As soft as clouds, or those unbelievably fuzzy blankets you couldn’t help but just run a hand over at the markets. 

“You look–,” Stunning. Breathtaking. Like she’d rival Aphrodite’s beauty. Sherlock cleared his throat. “Sorry, what did you ask me?”

“Uh…just…clue? How’s it going?” She repeated. 

Sherlock gulped. “...Great. And you?”

“I’m doing okay,” She said softly. Why had her voice gotten so quiet? 

Sherlock nodded and looked around the room. His eyes darted frantically over the photos on the wall, then to the array of cat toys around her flat. Right, she had a cat. He could ask about that. 

“Your cat?” Sherlock muttered. 

“Bjørn? Erm… he’s with Mrs. Hudson right now. She spoils him rotten,” She chuckled. Then Y/N began to fiddle with her hands. 

Something Sherlock knew to be a nervous habit. “You alright?” He asked again. 

Y/N laughed again. “Are you sure you’re fine Sherlock? That’s the second time you’ve asked me that question.”

“Right, I mean-” His voice faltered as she stepped up to him. Her hand now rested on his forehead. She peered up at him. She was so close that Sherlock could see his face reflected in her eyes. They were gorgeous. He never knew so many colours could appear in a singular shade. 

“You’re burning up, and your face it’s all red,” She muttered, finally lowering her hand. “You’ve got to tell Joh–”

“Sherlock, I told you to leave her al–” John began to reprimand his friend before shutting his mouth abruptly. He had thought Sherlock frazzled at a simple children’s game was something, but the sight before him was even better. 

Sherlock stood in front of Y/N. Nothing too out of the ordinary. However, what John seemed to notice was the state of shock Sherlock seemed to be in. His mouth hung slightly open and his lips frozen in thought trying to find words to say. His cheeks have flushed a shade of red that John had only seen in cartoons. On top of it all, John could swear there were even hearts forming in Sherlock’s eyes as he gazed at Y/N. 

John chuckled slightly and wished he had taken a picture. His laugh and presence seemed to have shaken Sherlock from his trance. 

“You look nice,” John complimented Y/N. 

She smiled softly and looked down at her dress. It was a brilliant shade of blue. She ran her hands over the material straightening it out. “Thanks,” Y/N muttered. 

“John, I think Sherlock’s getting sick. His face is flushed and I think he has a fev–”

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/N,” Sherlock blurted. 

John snickered. “Now that you say it, Y/N, Sherlock does look a little feverish.”

“I’m not sick,” Sherlock stated. 

“Lovesick,” John coughed. Sherlock sent John a death glare upon hearing the words, but it seemed as if Y/N hadn’t noticed.  It took John a moment to notice the confusion on Y/N's face. He quickly looked to Sherlock to see if the man who came charging into her flat was going to do any explaining, but he seemed to be occupied with gazing at Y/N. 

“We need your opinion on something,” John said. He strolled up next to Sherlock and nudged his shoulder. This seemed to get Sherlock back in working condition. 

“Right. Look at this,” Sherlock instructed. He handed Y/N the paper Hilton had given them moments prior. 

The expression of confusion grew on her face. “What am I supposed to be looking at?”

“That’s for you to decide,” Sherlock explained. 

She looked up from the paper and eyed Sherlock carefully. “Right. You know, I really do have to go can’t I just–”

“No!” Sherlock cleared his throat. “No, just…quickly what do you think it is?”

Y/N glanced down at the paper once more. The hesitance was clear in her voice as she said “A child’s picture? Like one a kid draws.” 

John cheered in triumph. “Told you.”

Sherlock sneered at John. “Clearly both you and Y/N are lacking in some–”

But Sherlock did not get to finish for Y/N’s phone began to ring. “That’ll be Jim. Go to go.” She took a few steps outside the door before quickly turning on her heel. “Can you close the door behind you?” Her voice was directed more towards John than Sherlock. 

John nodded and wished her a good time. Even Sherlock flashed a smile to her as she left, but it was soon replaced with a scowl. 

John giggled at the sight. “When are you going to admit that you like her?”

“We have a client waiting, John,” Sherlock said. 

“Change the subject all you’d like, but still does not change the fact that you fancy her,” John replied. 

Sherlock didn’t even bother to reply to John as he left Y/N’s flat and embarked back up the stairs. 

______

“What do think?” Hilton asked John and Sherlock. 

The three of them now sat down in the flat: John in his chair, Sherlock on his ‘throne’, and Hilton Cubitt on the sofa next to the empty Cluedo game box. The way they were situated made Hilton feel like he was being interviewed. 

“Of what?” Sherlock asked. His eyes came to focus on Hilton. 

“The code,” Hilton uttered. “I read on your blog,” his voice grew sheepish, “of a case you recently solved involving a code. I thought you might be able to help me.”

John furrowed his brows. What case could– ”The Blind Banker?” 

Hilton nodded. “Excellent storytelling might I add.”

John smiled and thanked Hilton. Sherlock looked between Hilton and John before clearing his throat just loud enough to end the conversation. John and Hilton’s gaze whipped to Sherlock. John’s expression was annoyed while Hilton’s was embarrassed. 

“It’s rather curious. At first glance it’s a childish prank, so why do you say that it’s a code?” Sherlock questioned. He sent John a ‘don’t-give-me-that-look-he’s-here-for-a-case-and-not-to-fan-girl-you’ look. 

“My wife,” Hilton said. 

Suddenly a quizzical expression appeared on Sherlock’s face. “How does your wife let you know that it’s a code? Did she tell you?” 

“In a way she did,” Hilton replied. “One evening she saw the drawing and was frightened to death. When I asked her about it, she said that it was nothing, but I could see the terror in her eyes. Not just some childish prank would scare my wife like that. That’s why I came to you hoping you might help me. 

Sherlock looked at the paper once more. His pointer finger ran over the images. This was all very strange. Strange was exactly what Sherlock was looking for. One might even say that Sherlock’s middle name was strange. “Alright. Now, I need to know everything in detail.”

Hilton nodded. He was quick to adjust his sitting position into something more comfortable. “Now, I’m not much of a storyteller…Just ask me anything that I don’t make clear.” He cleared his throat and fumbled with the fabric of his trousers. “I’ll start at my marriage four years ago. Now, I’m not rich in any way, but my family, well, there’s no better-known family in Norfolk than the Cubitts. Anyways, I went to America about four years ago.”

“Where?” Sherlock asked. “Details.” 

“New York. It was there I met Elsie Patrick. I fell in love and quickly married her. Came back home to Norfolk after that. Many people’d say that it was too fast for such a thing, but you don’t know Elsie. She was upfront about everything. Kept giving me the chance to get out of it if I wanted to. I remember she said, when I proposed to her, that she had relations with the not-so-agreeable sort. A past that she wanted to forget. She asked that I never asked her about her painful past. I agreed. Of course I did! It didn’t matter to me who she was before I met her. All that mattered was if she’d be with me the rest of my life.”

Sherlock sat in his chair, hands under his chin, eyes out of focus, his ears taking in all the information Hilton was providing, and his mind in deep thought. Something John knew not to disrupt. 

“What about the code?” John asked. 

“Well,” Hilton glanced down the floor. His voice changed from one of light and love to one of seriousness. “About a month ago, Elsie received a letter from America.”

“How did you know that it was from America?” Sherlock questioned. 

“I saw the postage. Stamp and all. But when she saw it, her face turned white. Like she saw a ghost. Moments later, she read the letter and then tossed it into the fire. I didn’t ask her about it, but she was scared of Mr. Holmes. I knew she’d come and talk to me when she was ready.” Hilton turned to John, “But about the code. About a week later from the letter, must have been Tuesday last week–I found the figures drawn on a window sill. I thought it must have been our daughter.”

“Daughter?” John wondered. 

The seriousness faded from Hilton’s face at the mention of his daughter. “Yes, she’s three and a half. Loves to draw!” Then he reached into his pockets and pulled out his wallet. Inside was an image of a young girl and woman, who John assumed was his wife.  Hilton made quick work of displaying the photo for John and Sherlock to see. “One of the greatest things that happened to me, my girl. But if you give her a crayon, she’d decorate the whole house!”

Once again, Sherlock cleared his throat. Hilton immediately put away the photo he cherished. “Right,” Hilton continued, “well I washed the drawings away. Later that night, I mentioned them to Elsie who had the same look on her face when she opened the letter. She asked me to show her the drawings if I found any more before washing them away. And I didn’t find another until a few days ago. She saw the drawings and collapsed with fear. I knew something was wrong so I came to you.  The police wouldn’t believe me. Mr. Holmes. I’m not rich, but I would do anything to protect my wife and daughter.”

“Don’t you think you should ask your wife to tell you?” John asked. It was a reasonable question and John got the sense that all would be well if Hilton only had the courage to ask. 

Hilton shakes his head. “A promise is a promise. I won’t force her to tell me anything she doesn’t want me to.” He glanced down at the golden band on his ring finger and softly smiled.

“I’ll help you,” Sherlock announced. 

A wave of relief washed over Hilton. “Thank you, Mr. Hol–”

“Have you heard of any strangers being seen in your neighbourhood?” Sherlock asked. 

“No,” Hilton replied. 

“Norfolk. A quiet place right? A new face would be news,” Sherlock questioned. 

John peered at his friend. How would Sherlock know about the environment place in Ireland, but not be able to win a single round of Cluedo?

“In my neighbourhood, yes, but we have several farmers who take in lodgers. Along with the occasional tourist.” 

Sherlock nodded his head slowly, his mind taking note of the information Hilton had provided him. “These drawings obviously have meaning, something I may be able to solve, so long as they aren’t just arbitrary drawings. However, this image is not enough. Do you have any more images of the code?”

“No, but I’ll be returning home soon. Tomorrow’s my flight back,” Hilton explained. 

John’s eyes widened at the statement. Hilton really would do anything for his family if he’d just fly to London just to see Sherlock. 

“I suggest you keep an eye out for such drawings and document them,” Sherlock suggested. “If and when you do find them send them to me as soon as possible. That is all I can do until I have more of the code to study.”

“Right,” Hilton said. His face flashed with an expression of disappointment. “Well, here’s my business card. It’s got my email and number if you need to contact me.”

John looked at the white business card Hilton had stuck out for either Sherlock or him to take. A business card was a smart idea. He made a mental note to possibly ask Y/N to make some for Sherlock. It would really make these cases much more efficient. 

After noting that neither man in front of him was going to take the card from his hands, Hilton placed it on the coffee table in front of him. “Well, there…um,” He looked to John. 

“Right! You’ll be needing our number and email as well…?” John replied. 

Hilton nodded. “That would be great. It’s not the easiest to fly to London on a whim.”

“You flew on a whim?” Sherlock asked. 

“Of course not, had a purpose…thank you again. I’ll be sure to send you any more of that code I find,” Hilton explained. Then he politely excused himself from 221B heading back to his hotel to prepare for his journey home. 

The moment Hilton Cubitt had left the flat, Sherlock did not waste a moment in asking John for his phone. 

“Why can’t you use your phone?”

“I need to call someone about the case,” Sherlock replied as if that was an adequate answer. 

“I’m aware Sherlock but can’t you use your phone?”

“No, they won’t answer if it’s me,” Sherlock muttered. He stuck out his hand for John to place his phone into. 

John peered at his friend. “Who wouldn’t answer if it was you?” John asked. 

“None of your concern,” Sherlock clarified. “Phone.”

“Cause the only people I can think of are Mycroft, Greg, and…No, Sherlock,” John stated. 

“It’s important. Hilton mentioned his wife is from America, who better to ask about the case than her,” Sherlock argued. 

“Just because she is American does not mean she’s going to know everyone who’s ever set foot in the country let alone known about the case,” John refuted. 

Sherlock huffed. “John. Phone.” 

“No. She is on a date, Sherlock! She followed your rules. You gave her the night off. You must respect that,” John scolded Sherlock. “Just like Cluedo, you can’t change the rules of the game just because you aren’t winning. Which by the way,” John stomped over the tiny envelope that held the answer to the game. “You lost once again. It was Miss Scarlet with the dagger in the Billard room.” 

In a fury, he tossed the cards at Sherlock’s face and stormed off to his room. The loud slamming of John’s door echoed throughout 221B. Sherlock picked up the cards from the floor and clutched them in his hand. He clenched his teeth together and crinkled the cards within his hand. 

It was a stupid game. A stupid game Y/N had thought he might have fun playing. A stupid game that followed no logic. A stupid game that Sherlock lost over and over again. What was he doing wrong? Wasn’t wanting the prize–wasn’t wanting to win enough? Nothing was making sense anymore. Clues weren’t leading to anything. Y/N couldn’t see she was making it all worse. She plagued his thoughts. Thoughts that were never meant for anything other than logic. Y/N wasn’t logical. John had pointed that out to him long ago. Nothing about the way she smiled or how she laughed at a comment he uttered to Anderson made sense. So why did her gentle hand on his forehead or how she asked if he was well, feel so right? The thought of her in that dress singing to herself was all he ever needed. It wasn’t logical how Sherlock would throw away any thought of sanity just to be hers. This wasn’t Sherlock. Sherlock was logical and followed the rules of intelligence. Sherlock wasn’t swayed by emotion. Sherlock didn’t lose. 

He retrieved the paper depicting the code. This here was logical. A code. A worried husband. A case. The cases were logical. Sherlock followed logic. What hadn’t occurred to him was how late he sat in his chair staring at the drawings. His eyes were strained from observing the stick figures for the hundredth time. He was committing them to memory: The width of the circles that were used as heads, the direction each figure was facing, the poses of each stick figure, and the material they were drawn with. The sun had long since set below the horizon and Baker Street had gone quiet. Sherlock ignored how heavy his body felt. His eyelids were begging to close. But when they did, he thought of her and she wasn’t logical. Instead, he kept them open and looked at the drawings once more. 

_________

Y/N’s feet were aching when she finally reached the comforting black door of 221B Baker Street. She lovingly brought a hand to the raised number 221B and remember when she saw them for the first time. It was the first time she walked into her home. Y/N wasn’t afraid to admit that her home was Baker Street and that she shared her home with those she loved most. John and his sweet demeanour, Mrs. Hudson and her soap operas, Sherlock and his gross experiments, and Bjørn and his demon-like screech. This was home. 

She made quick work of finding her keys, opening the door, and stepping into the warmth and comfort of 221B Baker Street. The entryway was dimly lit and the light, Y/N observed, came from Sherlock’s flat. His door was wide open allowing the light from the room to seep out into the hallway. That only meant one thing. Sherlock was awake. 

Y/N took in a tired breath and dismayed her want to crawl into her bed with Bjørn tucked under her arm and fall asleep. She trudged up the stairs as quietly as she could before appearing in Sherlock’s doorway. 

He sat peacefully. His sapphire blue eyes glowed in the dark as he stared out the window. His legs were crossed comfortably in his seat and in his hand he clutched a paper tightly. 

“What are you doing up so late?” Y/N asked. 

She watched as Sherlock froze the moment he heard her words. He turned away from the window and gazed at her. 

“Could ask you the same thing. How was your date?” He replied. 

“You won’t get off that easy,” Y/N chuckled. “You need to sleep, Sherlock.”

“I will…how was the date?” He asked again. 

Y/N sighed softly before hanging up her coat and removing her heels. She forgot why she even wore them in the first place. They always made her feet hurt for days afterwards. She was soon to find a seat on the sofa. 

“It was nice. It was some charity event. Had a nice dinner and danced a little bit. Nothing too crazy.” She began to fiddle with the hem of her dress. It was satin. The soft material was smooth against her fingers. Then she laid back on the sofa, her head bumped into the box for Cluedo. She muttered a subtle “ow,” before taking notice of the room. 

“You’ve redecorated.” She noted. Her eyes caught sight of the red thread, the rope on the coffee table, and the game cards taped to the walls. “Must have been a fun game by the looks of it.” 

“You’d have to ask John. I lost every round.” Sherlock confessed. 

Y/N gasped. “Sherlock Holmes lost every round of Cluedo? Is it solving mysteries and murders your forte?” She said it with such humour, Sherlock let it slide. 

Sherlock playfully rolled his eyes, “The game doesn’t follow logic, so of course John won.” 

Then she giggled. Just the sound of her laugh alone drew Sherlock out of his sorrow. He couldn’t help the chuckle that left his mouth. He had always heard of laughing being contagious but only really believed it when he met her. 

It took only a moment for them to settle down. The fuel to their laughter was long gone. Y/N tucked her feet in close to her body as goosebumps appeared on her arms. The tiny bumps were the body's way of keeping heat, at least that’s what Sherlock told her as he offered her a blanket. One she gladly took. 

“He asked me to move in with him,” Y/N whispered. She wasn’t sure why she was telling Sherlock this. Maybe it was because Sherlock felt most like home. She didn’t want to leave her home. 

Sherlock tensed at her words. “...What did you say?” 

Y/N rubbed the back of her neck. “Jim, he asked me to move in with him. Said I’d think about it, but I’m leaning towards no. After all, what would you and John do without me?”

“You don’t–” Sherlock sighed. “You can move in with him if you want.” Immediately he wanted to hurl. What was he saying? Seeing her leave? He shook his head. No, this was logical. Her moving is logical. Who was kidding, it was the worst thing possible. Who would he have to bother when he was bored? Who would care about him when he no longer cared? He’d have John, but he wasn’t Y/N. 

Y/N shook her head. “Not just…I don’t want to move just because of you and John. Baker Street is my home. I–I could never leave,” Y/N confessed. “Plus, I think Jim asked me because he was worried. He found John’s blog and read about the Blind Banker incident. Doesn’t want me to get hurt chasing after you, but it’s my job and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

She wasn’t going to leave. This eased Sherlock’s mind and beating heart, but then he felt guilty. Her boyfriend was right, she was hurt because of the case. “He’s right, you know. It’s dangerous.”

“I know what I signed up for Sherlock,” Y/N hissed. “Sorry, just…it’s too perfect.”

Sherlock frowned. “What’s too perfect?”

Y/N realized her mistake. Her face flushed and her voice grew quiet. “Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if it’s bothering you,” Sherlock stated. He leaned forward in his chair and placed a hand over hers. 

Y/N smiled softly at the gesture. “He’s too perfect. Our relationship. Everything,” Y/N groaned. She didn’t notice how Sherlock winced. 

“Jim, he’s smart, kind, handsome, and ever the gentleman. He knows exactly what I want. Never fails to take me on an amazing date, likes my favourite foods, and has read the same books I have. He’s perfect. Exactly what I want. Which sounds crazy, but he–it doesn’t feel real. By now I’d think I’d actually know him. He hasn’t really told me what does for work…”

“What does he do?” Sherlock asked. 

“He consults business, but that’s all he’s told me. I don’t know his favourite colour, where he’s from, or anything. It’s all about me, but he’s…he’s perfect,” Y/N sighed. “It doesn’t make sense. Nobody’s perfect…I don’t know what to do, Sherlock,” She confessed. “You don’t just break up with somebody because they’re perfect. It doesn’t help that he wants to take me away. On a trip or something…I don’t know. Just…nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing is what it seems. I fear you’ve corrupted me, Sherlock.”

He chuckled. “I’ve corrupted you?”

“Yeah. You’ve made me think. To observe, to not trust anything at first glance. Now nothing is ever what it seems,” Y/N admitted with a smile on her face. 

Sherlock smiled back. “And that’s good?” 

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. You’re great–It’s great.” 

“I’m glad,” said Sherlock. 

“So am I. It just makes everything that much more complicated.” 

“Exactly,” Sherlock replied. 

Y/N hummed in response. She took Sherlock’s hands within her own and Sherlock could swear his heart did a backflip off a cliff. She peered at his hands carefully. Her thumbs lovingly ran over his knuckles. Sherlock felt as if his skin was on fire. It burned to have her hold his hands. The hands were delicate things used for almost everything Sherlock did. To burn them was to render him useless and that’s what she did. Sherlock was rendered useless in the best way possible. 

“You should really get some sleep, Sherlock.” 

“Ah, but I have a case that needs working on. A code to solve.”

“Sherlock,” Y/N warned. 

“I’ll tell you all about it. A client, Hilton Cubitt walked in while John and I were playing Cluedo and —” 

“Sherlock,” Y/N interrupted. “You can tell me all about it tomorrow.”

“It is tomorrow,” Sherlock stated. He tilted his head towards the clock behind him. 

“You know what I mean. We both need sleep. You more than anyone,” Y/N said.  Sherlock opened his mouth to refute her statement when she cut him off. “Even the great Sherlock Holmes needs to sleep. If not for yourself, then for me.” 

Sherlock couldn’t find it in him to refuse her. He wouldn’t be able to refuse her anything. He nodded and watched as she removed her hands from his. 

In her tiredness, Y/N drew away from Sherlock. She stood up from her seat, picked up her shoes and coat, and went downstairs to her flat where she crawled downstairs into her bed and fell asleep. At least that’s what she told herself she would do all. Just then she leaned in close. She blamed it on the fog her mind was in. Nothing was ever what it seemed to be anymore. Her lips brushed against Sherlock’s forehead, her hands resting in his hair as she brushed it away from his face. 

“Goodnight, Sherlock,” she whispered against his skin. Just like she said she would, she left Sherlock in his chair. Her coat in shoes was in her arms as she descended the stairs. 

Now, if things were logical, Sherlock wouldn’t have let her pull away. He would grasp her wrists and hold her close. He would have whispered to her that she missed. Then he would have placed his lips on hers. He would have kissed her if things were logical. But nothing was anymore. Not when Y/N was with him.

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[myatcom]

warning: long post

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hiii i'm back from the anime fest that was hosted in Brno and i finally can show you my Maxwell cosplay (kinda face reveal ahhh)

well i tried my best though my jawline isn't sharp enough XD i put tons of powder on my face and varnish on my hair, it took sooo unexpectedly long to do the make up i almost cried from frustation lmao. also im sure i pinned the rose on the wrong side but who cares. btw i had met Wendy and Webber cosplayers and i almost exploded from excitement!!! unfortunately they didn't speak english so i couldn't take their @ to tag them :( also shout out to my friend Nergon who took most of the photos!!

i'll put the rest of the photos (there're a bunch of them) and my unfunny comments under the cut cause i feel a lil awkward

before you ask: yes, i was doing the make up in a public bathroom for an hour straight

as you can probably guess i'm cosplaying playable Maxwell (yeah that's a height joke)

some maniacal smiles

deliberately damaging my health (do not smoke kids only i'm allowed to do this)

i don't know how to comment on this one

this set i personally call "Maxwell was forced to play with Wendy"

pretending to know how to read (my other friend suggested it's some philosopher's book underneath the cover but in reality it's just my sketchbook without any art in it lmao)

the mentioned cosplayers!!! never expected to see Webber cosplay but here we go

Maxwell gaming is real (we lost btw)

and the last one, that's from a video message and i personally find this shit very funny for some reason

[kittyball23]

Okay guys, listen up!

Got some insight to the Annecy Film Festival and some of the news it revealed! The info I found was from a posting on the YouTube channel "jstar" (if you're on Tumblr, I'd love to know 😀) from a screenshot presumably found from somewhere on social media ( A friend I speak to on Wattpad brought this channel and its postings to my attention). Here's what exactly was said:

"To be factual: after the furious madness of the second Trolls, whose psychedelic energy had something orgasmic about it, exit hard rock and welcome to the glorious era of boy bands. A retrospective choice (still) logical given the astounding popularity of Kpop today. He's Justin Timberlake's character, Branche, who was actually in a boy band with his brothers when he was little (watch out for the puns in the movie on Nsync, One Direction and the like) before being cowardly abandoned, becoming th grumpy, melancholy troll he is today. The goal of the film will be to reassemble the band to save one of them, captured by idols without talents who sniff him to become good singers. By breaking a crystal that imprisons him with the power of perfect harmony."

So I guess the brothers have to sing the 'Family Harmony' (which sounds like a special song of some sort) to save Floyd who is trapped in a crystal that Velvet and Veneer placed him in after they smell him to obtain his talent?

Um... what? XD

So I guess it kinda makes sense in a way - Bergens ate Trolls to obtain their happiness, so perhaps sniffling them means that they can get their singing abilities?? Perhaps that's why they have to keep him - maybe inhaling his talent is only temporary? Maybe each time they do it continues to turn his hair the white that we saw in the first poster? And what's the deal with the Family Harmony? How will that play out? Are their voices going to combine like a magical force and break the crystal Floyd’s trapped in? If this is all true, I've certainly got a lot of questions lol

Other postings that were made on social media stated that the first 20 MINUTES of the movie were shown.

Here is a posting regarding Broppy:

"Branch definitely has a bigger emotional hurdle to jump through in this movie and Poppy really helps him with that, kind of like in the first movie, but it's a much different issue, even though Poppy feels like it's the same kind of situation to solve."

I had a feeling that this movie would remind me of the first :) This next one is about my boyz:

"We explore the world of boy bands in the world of 90s music! We celebrate them, but with a certain irony, having a little fun with them. They are more expressive and maybe they also have problems on their side. It was fun exploring these different personalities, feeling a likeness and family connection to them. But also for each of the four brothers to find their own personality, their own voice and their own part of the family."

This last quoting is about the music:

"The composer remains Ted Shapiro and we are working with a great musical team at the moment. Justin is still the executive producer of the original music and was involved in its development early on. There are five original songs that he spearheads, as well as more jukebox songs, classic and familiar happy tunes and he calls on other producers he wants to work with to create the best song for this moment in the film."

Still don't have word on the original songs, but we do know from previous info that some of the involved songs are We Are Family, Staying Alive, Everybody (Backstreet's Back), The Hustle, You Got the Right Stuff, Sailing, Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This, and I Want You Back. I also have my own ideas for what songs I think could work for the movie, but I'll save it for another post :)

[sizzlinbaconpeach]

What do you think of Jill wearing more feminine outfits next to Carlos? I've never seen pictures of she in a dress with Chris. which means outside of work Chris has never seen her in a dress

https://twitter.com/dailystarsteam/status/1653583801463840769?t=e7FO7gnTMGWqEZIgCwdRpw&s=19

https://www.tumblr.com/sizzlinbaconpeach/720021109716779008/i-need-to-know-what-people-think-i-like-to-think?source=share

Here's the Jill and Carlos picture the Asker is referring to:

I want to start by saying that I can see how (especially) in the RE3Remake, Jill and Carlos do make quite a cute pairing. I feel like the remake did a much better job of making their relationship more 'shippy' and I liked Carlos a lot. I can totally understand if someone wants to ship Carlos and Jill.

I personally didn't see much romance between them in the OG RE3, but I understand that there are some slightly different paths with that game as well. Like you may get the above picture or a different one. I also know this can happen in the OG:

I'm glad Jill and Carlos have some respite after everything in RE3! Lord knows they both need it.

But I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Valenfield and they are my main RE ship.

Also, my sister and I joke that the poster Jill has on her apartment wall in the remake is of Chris (handsome dark haired biker dude who appears to have some military influences - we know Chris has a leather biker jacket and is ex-military. It might be a bit of a stretch but it also made us go 'Hmmm...') Source:

I could also go as far as to speculate (but should I? XD) that Jill (we don't actually see the persons face) is wearing one of Chris' shirts in the RE3Remake post-credits. Or at least it looks very much like Jill wearing a green shirt with a punching bag in the background (Chris has always been associated with the color green and punching boulders). But if you want to headcanon that it's Jill and Carlos I guess you could do that, too. (I think some people speculate it might be Rebecca as well, but I'm going with Jill)

Yes, Jill is definitely a woman who would wear cute feminine outfits if she wanted to. I have seen those pictures of Jill and Carlos at the end of RE3. It's always kind of fun when Capcom does things like that so you can determine for yourself what it means (like all these other points I've brought up, too).

But to come back to your initial point, I think there is definitely a chance Chris and Jill have seen each other in casual clothes over the many years they have known each other, which by Death Island will be about 20 years.

For example, you can read some entries from Jill's diary as bonus material in RE3 (the original), to which she mentions Chris in 3 out of the 4 entries. One entry even has her going over to Chris' apartment in the middle of the night. So did Chris see her in her pajamas? Maybe. Or maybe Jill wore her ugliest sweats and a huge trench coat. Maybe she suited up in her STARS uniform before going over? Maybe she did wear a really freaking cute outfit? Who knows. But what we do know is that she went over to his apartment in the middle of the night. My thought is that she went over in normal casual clothes.

There have been multiple subtle hints about how close Chris and Jill are in the series. Chris even writes to Jill that Claire may reach out to her about his whereabouts in his letter, found in the STARS office in RE2Remake. And that's why I like their ship so much, they have a lot of history together and care about each other deeply (whether you see them as romantic or not).

They are 2 of the original 11 founders of the BSAA. The BSAA rubs shoulders with some big government organizations and the like. Perhaps there has been a gala or fancy fundraiser or meet and greet with these organizations, which would mean Chris and Jill would attend in some formal wear. I'm not saying it happened, but it is within the realm of possibility.

And also, in RE5, Jill only tears off her cloak to reveal her skintight battlesuit once she's in front of Chris (And rips it open :O). Okaaayyy?? Girl has been missing her man for almost 3 years! Like... hmmmm.... lol. (No, honestly, I'm only joking, that whole ordeal breaks my heart for both of them - how traumatic it must be!)

So in short, I guess there is a chance that Chris and Jill have never seen each other in casual cute clothes, but their history and apparent connections (within canon) would more logically point to the fact that they have.

But Jill and Carlos are cute, too. Just not my favorite and first RE ship :)

I'm not here to start any shipping wars or anything. Just enjoying my current obsession :P

(Also, sorry if I sound ignorant, is there a cultural aspect that makes seeing someone in their casual clothes much more significant? I know RE is Japanese, so is it a big deal in Japanese culture? To our Western traditions, we usually place significance on seeing someone dressed up nicely)

[asoulofatlantis]

Imagine a time travel scenario where Shirley and Cedric's kid were sent to past (someone brought up time travelling kids on. A fanfic thread) how does randy during crossbell duology or cs3 react to the fact they have a kid in future (no spoilers)

(I wish I had any spoilers for a question like this XD)

This sounds like the plot of FireEmblem Awakening. The Trails world has gone into ruin because of an evil... uh... something and so the heroes AND antagonists as well as villains' children travel to the past to make their future better by saving their parents...

That WOULD be so much fun, seriously XD Imagine Lloyds son and Reans twins show up and EVERYONE is waiting for the moment they finally reveal who their mother is and they just don't? *lol* (But I am sure that one of Reans twins is blond and the other one has red eyes and SOMETHING about Lloyds son just looks like Elie but they never say it out loud, so, who knows?)

*achem* Sorry, but the idea is really interesting XD

But back to the topic at hand....

I found the timing you chose extremely interesting because pre CS4 Randy does not even know of any connection between Shirley and Cedric. I guess that at first, he wouldn't believe it. I mean, once again Orlandos have strong genes, so Shirley being the mother should be obvious from afar with that red hair but the freaking crown prince of Erebonia is the father? Never! He is supposed to become Emperor one day, he would never have a kid with someone from a dangerous Jeager-Corps like the Red Constellation. Or any Jeager-Corps really. Also... how would they know each other? Nah. There must be a mistake. I guess over time he would notice the advantages of the Arnor-Blood, which is apparently a shitload of Mana and strong spells. Maybe that Kid is even fighting with a Sword like Cedric instead of some crazy weapon like Shirley does. With that evidence and the kids word, how long can you deny it? I think maybe at first Randy would think Shirley got pregnant while drunk and just told the poor kid that Cedric was the father because it was just some random drunkard-dude that she can not even remember or something like this. I think when the realization hits that this was neither a lie nor a mistake he will be in total shock at first. Wondering how the freaking hell that happened... and why.

He will protect the child either way of course, even if it wasn't Shirleys child. It is a child after all. But it is also family to boot. And I guess the child being Cedrics will also make it a bigger reason to protect it, because freaking hell, if something happened to it, what will happen to Erebonia? (I mean Randy likely assumed it is a bastard but it could still end up an heir to the throne so better safe than sorry.)

So he will go through like some stages of anger (about the lie), shock (about it not being a lie), confusion (how and why that happened) and then reculant acceptance and with that an even stronger will to protect the child.

I could imagine in the beginning Randy considers preventing Shirley and Cedric from meeting or at least getting together in whatever shape or form but in the end he likes the kid and the kid might talk about its parent in a way that shows that they have grown in a way they might not have without the child (and each other) so he decides to let things happen the way they do, but still tries to save the future of whatever else that kid came to the past for.

[universaln0b0dy]

Bothering you all with my ATLA oc

Her name is Tori Yèyīng, I made her like half a year ago.

She is one of those many ocs that have their own bending technique, so let me introduce you to sound bending. It has quite a few moves that are all about making a noise louder, or quieter.

The people of this tribe haven't been wiped out by the fire nation, simply because they can't hear them. Like the fire nation doesn't know these people exist. Well Tori would be introduced to us after Zuko and Iroh reject the fire nation, because they stumble upon the small village.

The village is completely silent and people communicate via sign language and Iroh asks one of the people what is going on in the village. To his suprise the person answers by introducing himself as (redacted) and introduces them to the village's costumes.

They are treated very polite, until they see a brown haired girl that Zuko remembers as one of the children he and Azula used to bully, until she just completely disappeared.

Tori doesn't remember him, nor Iroh and invites them over to stay over for the festival, because strangers rarely visit. Since it's a party for someone, the two aren't sure if they can stay until Tori reveals that it's her ceremony and that she is now old enough to travel the world on her own. (In that tribe becoming 13/15 <- depends on what plot I am taking later on, means you get to travel around.)

The village that was quiet for like almost the whole day erupts in loud music and noises the second the ceremony begins and the two fire benders see them sound bending. They confuse it for air bending for a split second until they look closer and notice that the moves are way to violent for air bending.

The ceremony ends and the 3 split ways. Tori ends up at Tophs mansion as a servant. The two have a bad relationship at first, because Toph is blind and Tori has hearing problems (her bending requires for her to have thicker eardrums) and refuses to talk most of the time. But accidentally the two make a secret language and Tori helps Toph flee out of the mansion.

So the GAang comes along and Tori accompanies them to the fight against the wrestlers. To everyone's suprise she doesn't know that the Avatar exist, because no one back home told her. While she helps Toph escape she doesn't accompany the GAang despite both Aang and Toph asking her too.

So she meets Zuko and Iroh again in the desert and they travel together for a while and it gets revealed that her grandmother was part of the white lotus. (Iroh knew her grandmother XD <- laughs in big plot point)

So they travel to Ba sing se together and whe helps them with the tea shop, before deciding to leave. She meets the GAang there and helps them with letting the king know about the war, cause what else is she supposed to do?

After team Avatar decides that they must split up Tori decides to leave too in order to let her tribe know that the fire nation might be getting rid of soon. During the same time as Ba sing se gets taken by Azula and her friends, Tori discovers that her whole tribe is gone wiped out by the fire nation, causing her to fall into a deep pit of anger and sadness. She becomes someone people call "the hawk" losing all her reason. This is also the time in which she remembers her past. She is actually half fire bender (can fire bend a lil bit, like she can produce a small flame, but she refuses to work on it and instead devoted her time to sound bending)

So guess who goes bat shit crazy-

Lol, I might need to make this a fanfiction

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

Btw I had such a nice setting in my dream last night I lowkey would make this a short story if I had time and patience. So my whole dream was a nightmare, so that part doesn't matter, but there was a point an old classmate of mine saved me and then, after we're running for sometime and she carried me on her back last, she turnt to bite me on the arm that was holding on to her, exhausted. I freaked out at first, cause the whole dream had signs of betrayal and my dreams, for better or for worse, most times turn out to be true when there are signs (call it crazy intuition i dunno) but then she explained she was a vampire and recently turnt too, if i remembered well, and needed a refill to restore energy. I felt so relieved when she said that and I told her to follow me and I took her to a place full of older women, some elderly others not so much, and the place was full of antique stuff, and knitted covers as adornments everywhere. It looked more like a coven, but apparently all those women were vampires too, they were dressed in old fashions as wel. I sat her at a table with a couple of them to teach her the ways of the vampires and then there was a specific one that came to us later, that looked kind of crazy xD. She had rather short hair, I guess they were shoulder length, but all pulled up like Goku xD. And her eyes were red and her expression seemed threatening but also lost in a way? And she sat next to my old classmate and i was like oh don't worry, she's friendly. But yeah, her stare was intene. Anyway yeah then I revealed I'm somewhat of a mix of vampire with human, but more on the vampire side...I dunno. I guess dealing with my vtubing character did that + watching a bit from a war-period show with my mother yesterday.

[knowlessman]

okay, so iirc they rescued the nerf-dart kid (…the kid they were making the darts-that-nerf out of) who is actually a time anomaly kid and everyone's in the hospital. oh shit, and mr future sight is dead, and also maybe all might isn't going to die (he's totally gonna buy it in either the season finale or next season), anyway bhna s4e15-19

oh fuck, and the league of villains tortured overhaul and like took his hands I think. heh, he turned into a resident evil boss but then got ethan winters'd. it's like, a pun or something

new OP, huh. anime is so weird about when it gets new OP's… wait, is this an old one? they've had that splash image or whatnot at the end before, with the band instruments. beh. go figure

hm. slendervest going rogue?

sudden Firefly-ass guitar riff o_0

"have you heard rumors of a wild man living in this area?" don't tell me you're banking on bigfoot to come rescue you -- oh my gawd it is bigfoot. well, biggerfoot. cept he seems to be made of rock -- "one of All for One's faithful servants… Gigantosquatchia"

(togata) "I have what Nighteye predicted with his Foresight! I know I'll get my Quirk back!" …this is pessimistic, but you have what he told you when he used it. still, it's good to see somebody talk about "I'm not going to cry" without it being because of toxic masculinity or appearances or something; like, togata actually feels hope and in any case believes in Nighteye's ideal of, like… idfk, nontoxic positivity? hard to describe

heh. figures bigfoot would get away

(bakugo and todoroki at remedial license training thingy) oh boy, endeavor has something to say -- HAHAHAHA DAMN RIGHT, HANG UP ON HIS ASS ZUKO

huh. forgot about Ed from the dodgeball arc. aughta be interesting.

…uh-oh, is this vampire girl again? : /

and mr meatball. I guess meatball is double-d

(back view of shady characters) oh shit it's the league of villai - oh nvm that's just principal tiredman from the dodgeball arc

(new end theme) who the fuck is this guy, why does he have all might's hair. don't try and tell me this is all might, all might's eyes have no wossname, sclera I think? all might is a bionicle, this is just a normal guy. cosplayer maybe

pfft, forgot ed's backstory was that endeavor mr incredible'd him 'XD like, some celebrities are just gonna be dicks about it, okay? attention is power, and power corrupts

okay so yeah this is how vampire girl gets a bigger part in the show then. …shit, she must have the real camie in a cellar somewhere, that sucks : / -- "but because of her foggy memory of the days before the exam…" so it could not be knife-girl? …it's gotta be knife-girl tho. -- wait shit they know that vampire girl replaced her??? …the league - I mean the cops know knife girl's quirk, right? maybe the league guessed that they would've figured it out anyway, and - but whatever tests they did on camie to find the anesthetics probably would've revealed the switch if vampire girl was impersonating here agin, right? fuck dude idfk, I give up

(orca doing a drill sergeant routine) 'XD wtf did the mangaka watch full metal jacket before writing this bit

…I guess babysitting will teach you patience if nothing else will? or at least that's the thinking here?

okay, bakugo and the kids have baited each other into fighting now, looks like lawsuit o'clock (to say nothing of camie)

the whole overarching "the age of heroes is over, it's the age of villains now" theme is, like… idk this is just a weird show

quirk… singularity… doomsday. …okay, I guess that's a thing now??? (are we gonna get eugenics-y about this, I thought the show was being pretty good about not doing that)

"is this bad? are you saying I'm just sitting here watching things get bad and doing nothing?" YES, orca, most of these superpowers are lethal fucking weapons, there are no responsible goddamn adults in this entire show -- also why are your eyes so fucking scary, do real whales have sarlacc pits where their eyes should be?

"the rest of you also did a good job" you mean the six or so kids in this class whose names and even vague deals we still don't know? only like four characters even got screentime

"strange things started happening" : / already thought laserguts was kind of annoying. is… ? considering Magne, I've got a bad feeling about this -- (the literal next scene) ugh, fucking hell, yeah this is gonna suck -- ("I know") I already have assumptions about how this's gonna be taken and how it's gonna turn out to have been intended and like, okay, if I'm right, it's stupid in a way that could be funny but it's also still creepy and laserguts is still officially not positive representation

meanwhile midnight is teaching a school class while carrying a… what, cat o nine tails? a fucking bdsm whip, idk. while carrying that around. this is such a weird fucking show

aoyama I hate you. weewoo tier. gonna call the bad-lgbt-rep police on your ass. whaddaya mean lgbt police is a contradiction in terms, fuck off

-- do I need to know what that french phrase is that he carved into it? …nah, I don't. I really don't.

"it's because we both have quirks that mess up our bodies!" …I guess that could've been worse? thank fuck it's over, at least

school festival stuffs. idk, no comment

(visiting eri, flashing back to the whole brouhaha of last arc) chisaki was a good villain. he made you want to hate him for, like, real reasons; he wasn't just directionless evil for its own sake or bizarrely pretentious, niche evil with incomprehensible motivations and its head up its own ass.

…who is this sean connery looking fucker. is he just here to try and do some clownery at the festival and get clowned on? ugh, fine, guess I'll watch the next one and find out -- ah. a libertarian. or something.

"the school festival is one month away!" …the fuck? y'all made it sound like you had a day. hat n clogs even said the deadline to figure out what you were gonna do would be like eighteen hours or so after you found out there'd be a festival.

aye, teachin him how to use… okay well I can't call it that… uh, the paper football attack. the finger gun. teachin im how to use that without breakin his fingers. and just in time to show it off against mr connery, I imagine.

…huh. looks like the festival arc takes up the entire rest of the season tho, so I'mma leave that for next time

[katerinaaqu]

I agree it is closer to modern Greek too to mention the translation of the word "xanthos" as "blonde" but ancient greek colors are not always so cut and clean so oftentimes it means just "fair haired" or "blonde" or can be "reddish" or "auburn" till reddish brown. Basically it is a factor that means "shiny" on occasion so I guess it is up for interpretation although yeah in modern Greek there is no doubt that "xanthos" means "blonde" but ancient Greeks loved to make even our lives difficult! Hahaha! Not at all. Proteus and his prophecies are a very interesting kick starter plot. He was even told on the fact that his brother died and that he might hurry back to offer his respects in time (plot twist he never did) but it is also different from source to source! Hehe but yes Proteus basically spilling the beans! XD

Yeah calling it a "dream" is like I guess a bit far fetched but one can also say it was "a vision" or something. Either way it seems to be vague enough at times for people to not have all information but barely enough to go by. And it is Menelaus's stay in Egypt that is elongated too that might add to the vagueness. Given how he later traveled back to his homeland (at least the version of the story that Euripides takes for his own play as well although of course Homer doesn't FULLY elaborate on the fact) to get to offer his respects to his brother's tomb before coming back to Sparta. At that time in-between his return many things in theory could have changed or mentioned. Oftentimes of course you need to consider information as plot devices. Menelaus is not revealing it to us because the information was insegnificant before or because Menelaus was inconsiderate. It is offered to us now because the trip of Telemachus was important to the plot (I had made a small analysis in the past) and we are only in the Odyssey just now. The viewer has heard before on Odysseus being trapped and wishing his return so now we have the confirmation so the listeners can hear it again. In one way it is like "for those who arrived just now to my performance, here is where Odysseus is, we'll get back to him later" Of course from modern point of view who is used to go to the cinema and watch one film this seems obsurd and one can say "why couldn't you just say so?" but if you think of it as a moving performance outside where people gathered up to listen to someone and more and more get added up in one way we can see why it is repeated there. In this way both Telemachus gets the important plot device to go to Sparta and get information on the war and the horse etc which the viewer gets but also pitches in more people and tuns them in the plot.

Hhahaha no problem at all I definitely see where you come from. Ancient Greek texts in general and Homer in particular are very expressive. But honestly I do not see it THAT much different let's say than Dreamworks Sinbad when Sinbad gets emotional and says to Marina "we dreamt to join the navy together and defend our country together!" like I see it as a very strong feeling of closure but I definitely understand where you come from and many people who make that joke! Hehehe it is always a shock to discover ancient texts isn't it?

Yeah he did hehehe and arguably he never was the sharpest knife in the box either but for sure the whole thing was already overwhealming enough especially the way that his life was settled up (Menelaus and his brother were even exiled because of Aeguisthus and they were struggling to get their kingdom back then the whole Helen business happened and they went away from home at a war for a decade and then they quarreled and the last thing they said to each other before separation was undoubtedly cruel words and then he found out the tragedy and all. The dude didn't have much slack either hahahaha)

Hahahahahahahahaha right?! Lol

You are right that is definitely a logical assumption but of course one could say that one vague piece of information is equally harmful because it increases the agony without easing much the information. Menelaus heard from Proteus he was prisoner before. Was he still prisoner? In one essence the family also had the prophecy that Odysseus would come back in 20 years (which was also what frightened Odysseus and tried to avoid the war altogether) so in one way the family HAD something to go by. Just set the clock to 20 years and he will be back! Hahaha the thing is again the vagueness of prophecies or information didn't help much either. For starters "20 years" is also a phrase that simply could mean "way too long" so people didn't know and even if they did after so long they lost hope. Even if it WAS predicted for Odysseus to be back eventually they just lost all hope regardless of the prophecy so a vague piece of information wouldn't help either. They held hope for 7 extra years after the end of the war was reported. When Menelaus finally got home after 7 years as well that roused suspicion that Odysseus wouldn't come back and if the prophecy was still in to be fulfilled then they assumed that "20 years" simply meant "too long" and that if he came back after way too long he would be useless as a king anyways because of his age. Or rather what if the "he will come back after 20 years" meant as a corpse? Hard to tell hahahaha but when Telemachus called upon the council and the new prophecy came that Odysseus would return, still didn't do much good either. Telemachus was still not perfectly convinced, Penelope was as depressed as ever and the suitors didn't pay attention to the prophet.

As for Telemachus not kicking them out sooner that is not possible for many reasons. One he was not of age of maturity yet (Odysseus left an order to Penelope to rule in his place until his son grew a beard and then he would rule back), two even if he had started his quest sooner that wouldn't have changed anything for Odysseus still would come back after the 20 years were done. In fact the plot was set so nicely thick that the trip of Telemachus happens at the same amount of time that Odysseus tells his story and comes back to Ithaca so when Telemachus comes back, he finds his father waiting and the two of them join forces to get the suitors out of the palace. Telemachus arguably didn't need to leave that specific time out of the palace because Menelaus didn't grace them with a warning sooner but because it was time for Odysseus to return and Telemachus would meet his father away from the palace in a quiet place AFTER he too had explored around. In one way Telemachus having heard the random piece of information that at some point his father was prisoner in one place wouldn't change that plot.

Telemachus for once needed confirmation that Odysseus was his true father and he needed to hear more than just that. Otherwise they had the vague prophecy of his return to go by. He needed to escape from the toxic environment of his home while being removed from danger and the trap of the suitors AND at the same Time Odysseus was set to return home. Homer could easily have made Telemachus say that "I heard once upon a time a friend of my father's saying that he is trapped somewhere" but the atmosphere wouldn't massively change. The songs the bard was singing were also giving vague informations on the returns of others and the sad fates that befell them and yet the idea of melancholy and worry never left anyone. And yes you are absolutely right. Him asking him in person was much more impactful, we get to see Menelaus in person AND on top of that the cognitive trip of Telemachus matches the cognitive trip of Odysseus.

Hope any of it makes sense! ^_^ Calling me a scholar is definitely an honor! I would consider myself just an enthusiast at this point given how despite my university education never have I had the chance to use it in an extensive degree! ^_^ Oh not at all! Hahahaha I believe everyone can tell it was a joke and a sarcastic remark like everyone makes those! It is great to keep things moving which is why I tried to reply in a more light-hearted manner as well! But you certainly opened a wide field of amazing conversations and very valid questions!

Telemachus is so much stronger than me for real. Cause if I had traveled for days, by sea AND land, arrived at the palace of my father's friend and my mother's cousin to humbly ask if they know anything about my missing father and instead of just fucking telling me already, this mf started a monologue about how gay he is for my dad and about the time he captured a God that granted him wishes three, I'd already be telling him to Hurry The Fuck Up. IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS, I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY.

But if the same motherfucker then turned around and told me that he had known FOR YEARS NOW that my dad is trapped on an island AND THE MOTHERFUCKER DIDN'T TELL ANYONE!!!! NOT A SINGLE LETTER!!! I would have already strangled Menelaus with that fucking blond hair of his in front of his wife and children, unhelpful son of a bitch.

[autumn-foxfire]

HAIBARA MOVIE!

Kir T-T She tried to save the woman but Gin is a bitch. It's good he didn't hear her though,

Not even minutes and he's already looking adorable!

And Ai is the sweetest girl in the world. She has seen so much cruelty and she still chooses to be nice T-T

I'm sure Agasa's inventions won't be anything important in the movie at all :p (He deserves so much more credit for his inventions).

Sonoko is also really nice and I adore her! She made sure Ai got her good karma in return for her own kindness towards the old woman.

Awww Akai is such a good dad, making sure that Shinichi and Ai stay safe. He's already an approvement on Shinichi's actually parents.

I was about to complain that Shinichi didn't mention the women of the BO but I didn't realise it was because he was revealing the info about their codenames. I didn't realise all the distilled liquor belong to the men of the org.

I feel so bad for Ran. She was shaking while she said this because her father couldn't even resist not drinking for a morning to join the trip.

Shinichi... You really just hitched a ride on the police boat because you can't leave anything alone T-T

Wow, he's actually acting the role of a child pretty well. Why can't he do this all the time?

He loves being complimented for his intelligence T-T

Shinichi should be sweating bullets right now with this technology.

Ever since how Shinichi counts has been relevent in a case, it's used all the time XD

And Amuro and Vermouth have shown up. This can't be good.

WHOOP! The secret it "out". And both Vermouth and Bourbon are scared for Shinichi (and Ai for Amuro, I guess).

Lmao yeah I guess the system would also be bad for the BO. Perhaps it's better it doesn't exist.

Camel magically grew back his hair (I know it's because this movie was in development way before that moment it's just funny).

Why are they playing this as a joke when it's devestating that they're made to deal with this.

I do appreciate Shinichi giving the kids hints instead of just telling the answer straight out and when he was struggling to give them a better one, Ai jumped in to help T-T

...Why aren't you telling Ai? I fucking HATE how the don't include her in the discussion when it's really imporant for her to be so.

THIS WAS SO CUTE. Okay they redeemed themselves slighty, but I would still love for her to included in discussions.

AI MADE SURE AYUMI WAS COVERED IN A BLANKET EVEN AS SHE'S FEARING FOR HER OWN LIFE AND TRYING TO RUN.

RAN!

OH MY GOD I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AND I AM SO EXCITED.

Okay but now the org know Ran knows about them (she saw them kidnap a little girl) and she FUCKING FOUGHT THEM AGAIN. She. Should. Know. Because at this point they will kill her.

She is at her breaking point with him. I hope that broke a couple of ribs.

SHINICHI IS NOT GIVING UP ON AI T-T HE JUST DIVED OFF A CLIFF AND INTO THE OCEAN TO CHASE AFTER THEM.

Hearing Agasa cry is making me want to cry T-T SHE'S HIS FAMILY.

One very pissed off and very dangerous little boy.

HE'S SO ANGRY AND UPSET WITH HIMSELF AND WORRIED FOR AI OH MY GOD T-T

AI T-T

MY GOD THIS MOVIE HAS DONE MORE FOR AI IN THE PAST FEW MOMENTS THAN THE SERIES HAS DONE FOR HER IN A LONG TIME!

I love Kir noticing the bug and not doing anything about it T-T And I know that knot has been tied properly. The women are being treated well in this movie.

Awww, they're all protecting the children from the truth.

And Amuro has given Shinichi the info he needs to fuck shit up.

Kogoro is being treated like a nuisance this movie as well and I am all here for it even if the movies usually write him better.

Ai has always been so kind T-T

AI AND AKEMI T-T

But that explains why Ai was on her computer.

She has a dog? Can she get anymore perfect?

Can someone throw Kogoro out? Or bring back the Kogoro from the previous movie? Please?

You know what I also like? Vodka feels like an actual threat instead of the side goon.

My heart is breaking.

KIR! SHE'S DOING WHAT SHE CAN! I LOVE THE WOMEN IN THIS MOVIE!

And Gin has arrived.

Gin at this moment: My long hair and hat look awesome but damn they don't make a helicopter landing easy.

KIR IS THE MVP OF THIS MOVIE MY GOD I LOVE HER. She's hitting Gin where it hurts to give them more time. She has her mission, she said she'd never compromise it, but she won't let two innocents die in vain.

Shinichi internally: Get fucked Gin.

I FUCKING ADORE THEM.

I ADORE THEM AS WELL.

Vermouth saving Ai for a change. If only because she knows if they found the truth about her, they'd find the truth about Shinichi.

He adopted that expression from Kaito.

I don't know why I'm surprised to hear deep fake in Detective Conan.

Okay, Gosho, movie writers, women can have adam apples. Ran's bruise was enough to identify the man

SHE GETS TO BE AWESOME TWICE IN ONE MOVIE?! I LOVE THIS.

Lol but Shinichi, you wouldn't have been able to catch Ran in your normal body, you have not trained your arm muscles.

LOVE IT. BOTH OF THEM ARE IN DANGER.

AND HE IMMEDIATELY GOES TO MOCKING THE DUDE.

SHE CARES SO MUCH!

AND SHINICHI APOLOGISED TO HER! WHAT IS THIS MOVIE?! WHY IS IT WRITTEN SO WELL?! It's on par with the movie 23 because the writing is just incredible.

Amuro is worried about his son. Akai is also worried about his son.

SHINICHI HOLDING THE PHONES TOGETHER TO MAKE HIS DADS TALK IS HILARIOUS.

Awww, they put their differences aside to help their son.

Shinichi: I am down for doing something insane and dangerous.

I fucking love Vermouth fucking shit up while she's dressed in but a towel.

AND AI STILL HAS GREAT MOMENTS TO COME!

He lost everything to keep him alive and he still decided to fuck them up.

Akai earlier in the movie: A rifle won't work.

Akai's solution: I'll bring a rocket launcher.

R.I.P

And just like Shinichi wouldn't let Ai die, she won't let Shinichi die.

I ADORE THEM.

I love how Ran had a movie where she nearly drowned and Shinichi is like "hold my beer".

THIS IS SO GODDAMN ADORABLE. I see why this is the CoAi movie but I just appreciate their platonic bond with one another.

I don't appreciate the "kiss" comment, though. CPR isn't a kiss, it's to save a life.

Of course Shinichi has to show off one more time before the movie ends though.

RAN'S FIRST KISS WAS TO AI AND I LOVE IT.

Ai knows Ran is a lesbian and wanted to make sure she has her first kiss with a girl.

This really wasn't needed, especially because Ai didn't kiss Shinichi. She just wanted Ran's lips before him.

And Shinichi wasn't even that upset about it. He just looked confused with her XD

So the disguises that Vermouth and Kaito can create would fool the AI. Interesting.

AND IT BROUGHT BACK AI'S ACTIONS FROM THE START OF THE FILM WITH IT BEING VERMOUTH!

This movie was great. It's tied with number 23.

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Some T-Odd Relations

Source: #ghosts-and-bats

ND

This is how I imagine if other bat kids saw Danny for the first time. Each of them will be like, the very first time everyone knows about Danny. This is based on Danny looking like Jason.

Dick saw Danny in Jason Todd memorial park with another girl (Jazz)

Dick (during family dinner): looking at Jason with sus eyes

Jason: ...what?...Firefly jetpack exploding is not my fault...

Dick: Do you have a child that we don't know about?

Bruce: chokes on his food

Tim saw Danny at a coffee shop order his signature coffee.

Tim (in a bat cave working on a case with Jason): i guess Harvey was innocent on this one after all.

Jason: Yeah

...feel bad for punching him in the scar side

Tim: Yeah.....oh also I think you got cloned.

Jason: EX FKING CUSE ME!??

Gr

Ooop—

Mind if I write a oneshot based off of this?

ND

Damien meets Danny in the Gotham Dog Park, walking a very green looking dog....

He follows them want to ask what breed the dog is but they disappear around the corner

Damien during training session with Jason

Damien: Todd you should keep your reproductive liquids in check

Jason: trips his step and get kneed by Damien

Go for it XD. Credit me tho. XD.

Gr

reproductive fluids

Always do!

ND

Duke saw Danny in a school library, but he mysteriously vanishes in one of the isles.

Duke: looking at Jason during a family movie night

Jason: Something on your mind buddy?

Duke: ....yeah nuh it couldn't be you, he was too young..

Jason: 🤨

Cass and Steph saw Danny at a shopping mall with another red hair girl (Jazz)

They are in a kitchen watching Jason make cupcakes for them.

Cass: ...👈 🤰 👨‍🍼

Steph: Nuh I don't think so, the kid look the same age as that girl.

Jason: What are you two on about?

Steph: Oh just a potential child of yours on streets of Gotham.

Jason: trips and drops the cupcakes

Gr

alfred being dragged into this as well

Just everyone thinking that’s his kid

ND

Bruce runs into Danny at Gala (Vald drags him to it)

Bruce: brain short-circuited as he watches a younger Jason in a suit

-Somehow, he made it back home after being non-responsive according to Alfred-

Bruce: looking at Jason in the library as Jason was reading his books

Jason: Heck you want old man??

Bruce: ....Am I a grandpa?...

Jason: accidently tears a page from a book

Jason never runs into Danny but he did run into Phantom during his patrol

Jason: watches a kid makes a joke out of Joker and his goons Damn, this kid good...better shoo him out before Bats gets here

Selina meets Danny at a cat cafe.

Selina: pulls out her phone and calls her Husband (Selina and Bruce is married screw you, I want Bruce to be happy) Hey Bruce...honey...are you sure Jason is still single. Watches Danny leaves the cafe yeah...I see you met him too? Yeah...yeah...just saw him at the cafe I regularly go to...yeah...you should get the papers ready for Jason...tell Alfred to call the guy too.

B

I-

This is so perfect lmao

Poor Jason

ND

Nice

Alfred meets Danny during grocery shopping. Danny helps Alfred with carry the stuff across the street.

Alfred thanks and walks back home.

Alfred: looks at Jason as try to sneak a cookie you know i don't mind having a little version of you running around Mater Todd.

Jason: drops the cookie

Gr

bruce meeting Danny on patrol

Even better if it’s Crime Alley near where he originally met Jason

ND

Lmao he didn't respond on the comms for a good amount of hours even tho he still does patrol

Gr

Crime alley kid round two electric boogaloo

If Jason doesn’t adopt “his kid” then Bruce will

ND

Barbara and Batkids ; Bats why weren't you responding???? We were worried.

Bruce : ....Jason has a kid and I am a grandpa...

Gr

he finds Danny near the batmobile

ND

XD. Doesn't help Jason's case

Gr

Screw it im making it homeless baby Danny let’s heccin go

Reveal gone wrong

ND

Danny was just trying to take a pic of the batmobile.

He socked Bruce in the stomache as he got spooked by Batman

Gr

Them having a tire iron to defend themselves

Either that or a crowbar

(:

ND

Or a thermos

Gr

(Tire iron cause that’s what Jason had had when he first met bats)

Crowbar for obvious reasons

Or a thermos!

jason coming face to face with Danny and wondering just who this kid is

ND

Danny : ....Dan?!

Gr

Got Danny Nightingale cause of fentonightingale

               [Danny : ....Dan?!]

O rip

Mini heart attack if he’s out of costume

ND

Yeah XD.

Danny coming back to an apartment where he is staying.

Video call Jazz and his two bffs.

Danny : Yo guys saw someone who looks like Dan

AK

So like what is Danny to Jason

ND

Some random kid XD

Jason ironically doesn't see the resemblance

AK

I mean like

Is he Jason's little brother? Son? 5th cousin twice removed??

ND

Nothing

AK

It's that case of 7 people in the world who look like u huh

ND

He just looks like young Jason with a different hairstyles

AK

               [Got Danny Nightingale cause of fentonightingale]

Would be funnier if he went with Todd

Nightingale as a hero name

Gr

👁👁

Hecc ye

Todd can be Maddie’s maiden name

Gil

my only complaint is that Dan has long hair in a low ponytail and Jason has short hair and the white stripe

so he wouldn’t be that look alike

MF

what is Danny was an attempt of a Clone child by the League of Assassins?

Gil

also we only see Dan in ghost form, danny never saw him as human

MF

               [what is Danny was an attempt of a Clone child by the League of Assassins?]

like he has Jason DNA, was rapidly aged with fake memories, now ages normally

fake memories of being a toddler*

he was raised normally after being dropped off to the Fenton’s

Gil

ok and then the Fenton’s just adopted a grown kid out of nowhere?

and are their memories altered as well?

and jazz?

MF

probably

same with Sam and Tucker, I guess?

Gil

why not keep the clone and train them themselves (the League, i mean)

to create the perfect weapon yadda yadda

MF

he probably had training before getting dumped

A

I like the idea of it literally all just being a coincidence better

No one would ever believe it, but somehow, it's still true

Or Maddie could be, like, second cousins twice removed from Jason or something

Her mom's maiden name was Todd and Danny had a really good relationship with his grandma, so he took in her name when he had to run

Grandma Todd got some lucky chances and worked her way off the streets

Willis was her older half-brother's grandson

And Jason and Danny just happen to have unnaturally close DNA matches because ectoplasm is just recognized as a new, unique allele

MF

ooo

ye true

SS

A covert DNA test reveals matching ectoplasm levels that make the bats think Jason's spawn

B

Ooooh that sounds good!

SS

Oh same brain

Gil

ok that's fun

B

Yesss more misunderstandings!!!

>:D

A

My DNA class is finally having real world applications lol :dick_laugh:

RD

The bats end up peer pressuring Jason into adopting what they think is his spawn.

Gr

               [Her mom's maiden name was Todd and Danny had a really good relationship with his grandma so he took in her name when he had to run]

That’s legit how I’m doing it lmao

B

               [The bats end up peer pressuring Jason into adopting what they think is his spawn.]

"take responsibility Jason"

RD

Danny: I'm not responsibility, nor am I his

Jazz supports the adoption of his brother and Danny knows that there ain't anyway out of it

A

"i fOUnD HiM nEAr tHE bATMobILE, like that's an inherited trait, Bruce." - Jason

RD

Bruce directly after- "For all I know it is"

Gr

“Have you seen this family?”

B

Oh Jason, getting misunderstood so badly

RD

They think he's denying it so much b/c he's embarrassed or something

A

"It's okay son, we all make mistakes"

B

Honestly, seems legit

A

Jason gets all offended

"Hey, don't call him a mistake"

because that's a mean thing to say

AK

"how could u be so embarrassed about your own son jason!?"

Gr

“Yeah I know you do, have you seen Damian?”

A

but they think he just admitted to it

Grem

Dick, Tim and Damian on the other side of the room having a meltdown

The 3 of them "We are uncles?"

B

you can't escape fatherhood now Jason >:)

AK

How old are Jason and Danny tho

RD

Danny is tempted to yeet himself back in time to avoid this mess, but ClockWork thinks it's funny and says no

AK

Would be really funny if damian was younger than danny

Grem

Maybe Jason has 24 and Danny 14, but looks like he has 9

B

So Jason got a girl pregnant at 10!?/j

RD

               [Maybe Jason has 24 and Danny 14, but looks like he has 9]

as someone who at 14 was called an 8-year-old, i can vouch for realism

A

               [So, Jason got a girl pregnant at 10!?/j]

it would look like 14 or 15

they're all very concerned when they find out Danny's true age

or think he's lying

Grem

               [as someone who at 14 was called an 8 year old, i can vouch for realism]

I'm speaking from experience, i was 13 with the face of a baby

A

because obviously he was born after Jason was in the pit

blame it all on Talia, man

RD

               [I'm speaking from experience, i was 13 with the face of a baby]

ah, im just very short

AK

Maybe they think Lazarus is radioactive and causes weird age shenanigans

Grem

               [they're all very concerned when they find out Danny's true age]

Maybe they think he was put in a tank to grow faster or something like that

RD

or that the pit cloned Jason when it brought him back

AK

Danny having to pull out All the school records to prove that he did exist since birth

Gr

Oop

RD

jokes on him the Fenton’s didn't file any or his birth certificate

MF

a Steven universe situation?

Grem

He gets Jazz to testify that he indeed has 14

               [Steven universe situation?]

Possibly

RD

               [Steven universe situation?]

more like they just forgot to after having the kids at home and no one pressed for records b/c it's the Fenton’s

Gr

               [“Yeah, I know you do, have you seen Damian?”]

This leads to a fight that distracts from the whole supposed baby-daddy situation

AK

Jazz has kept extensive documents on her little bro she can in fact testify

Gr

Jazzy coming in clutch lmao

AK

Also, Danny and tucker were like attached at the hip so he can also vouch

MF

Jazz was the one to fill the-

JAZZ CAN FORGE HER PARENTS SIGNATURES

Gr

               [Steven universe situation?]

Intense confusion

Grem

And now they think she was mind controlled and those memories and papers are fake

Gr

Ooop

AK

               [JAZZ CAN FORGE HER PARENTS SIGNATURES]

This just makes then sus of the papers lmao

More and more convoluted misunderstandings

RD

Eventually Danny just accepts it and gives up

Gr

Jazz snapping and saying that she’s the one who raised Danny and accidentally making things worse

AK

Jazz frantically pointing "I RAISED THAT BOY

Grem

Now, it doesn't matter if he is or isn't Jason's son, they will adopt him

The Bats are worried for their safety

Gr

Danny actually being Jason’s half sibling

Through like their mom or smth

Grem

I think the 2nd cousins once removed is funnier

MF

ye

Gr

Ye me too

But the drama

AK

DRAMA WITH THE HALF SIBLING SHENANIGANS

RD

So Jason ends up adopting his half sibling/2nd cousin who everyone thinks is 9 and nothing they do can prove that he is not 9

Grem

After discovering that they are brothers, maybe they think that Maddie is curse and all her offspring will die and comeback

And Jazz is a little worried for her safety

               [So Jason ends up adopting his half sibling/2nd cousin who everyone thinks is 9 and nothing they do can prove that he is not 9]

What is one more problem child

RD

Danny keeps insisting he isn't a child, then youngblood comes along and that's all the proof needed against his claims

AK

... what does Vlad think about this

Gr

Vlad doesn’t have a valid opinion

RD

he's jealous

B

:dick_laugh: