#sherlock has twin brothers

[sayoneee]

☆ I WANNA BE YOUR MAN

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” (1.7k)

contains: loser older brother luke castellan x fem! reader. mortal au. pt 2 of parent trap but can be read standalone ish. guest appearances! rock / metal music references.

kashaf’s note: i think i can call myself a melomaniac now

LUKE CASTELLAN HAS always occupied that in-between space, the no-man’s-land between something and nothing — his indecipherable gaze as his cold, black, and blued knuckles grazed your cheek when he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear swims around your mind endlessly. despite how each thought, each expression, each breath is as familiar to you as your own, you have never quite known where you stand with him, regardless of how quickly he seemed to inhabit a piece of your soul.

the familiar weight of the mixtape that luke made you feels unusually burdensome in your hands, mirroring the heft of the songs on it that you have painstakingly committed to memory, each sleepless night’s offerings of tossing and turning becoming a reoccurring ritual. 

you had popped the tape in your walkman immediately after luke had handed it to you, incognizant of the way his eyes softened as you concentrated on the music, trying to identify the first song. 

“this is that band you like — l.a. guns, right?”

“you’re a regular sherlock,” luke had said, smiling and sarcastic, twisting his silver rings.

“shut up, no i know this song,” you say, tilting your head and snapping your fingers. “its — um — i wanna be yours? nono, don’t make that face at me, asshole, hold on… i wanna be your man?”

hues of pink crept up his cheeks, and you basked in the warmth of his answering crooked grin, the feeling wrapping around you like the caress of a summer night. 

you uselessly stirred the spoon in your now stone-cold cup of chai, leaning across the kitchen table with your head propped up in your other hand. the phone taunts you from its corner on the counter, sitting just by the clear jar of blue cookies, its black hue a beacon among the sea of greens (the cabinets, the tiles — you liked to tell sally that she should try her hand at interior design one of these days) — as of late, the jacksons’ kitchen has become somewhat of a refuge for you. 

you set a steaming china cup down in front of him, listening to the sounds of percy, annabeth, and grover in the living room, pulling out the chair in front of him with a slight creak on the slightly worn wooden floors, and watching him as he taps his fingers along to bob marley’s soft crooning, “little darlin’, stir it up”, lost in his own world.  

“luke,” you say, breaking him out of his revelry.

luke sits up straight, meeting your amused gaze, “yeah?” he asks, reaching for his chai, and mumbling a quiet thanks as he sips it.

“you look kinda stupid when you think,” you say, watching him blink before taking the bait, and hiding your smile of satisfaction behind your cup.

“y’know, this is why you have a black hole for a heart,” he says, grinning crookedly, filling you with an indescribable longing to reach out and trace his grin. 

“what?” you laugh, “what does that even mean?”

“just that you’re mean,” luke says, and the afternoon sun chooses that specific moment to encompass him in its glow, like a kiss from apollo. “and that you’re emo.”

“you literally say this every time, oh my god, i’m not mean or emo.”

“because i’m literally right?”

“you like him,” annabeth says, sympathetically, standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest, her braids resting across her shoulders, glancing from your untouched cup to your face, an expression of pity gracing her features. her presence caught you so off guard that you don’t even question where percy ran off to, who was usually attached to annabeth like a conjoined twin. 

“i know,” you say, shivering slightly, the revelation feeling strangely empty, although you suppose the same part of your soul that recognized him had always known, a small inkling reappearing with every argument, and every nudge. 

“he likes you,” annabeth adds matter-of-factly, interrupting your stream of consciousness. 

“i know,” you repeat, picking at the lint on your sweater, and while this revelation is supposed to be shocking, it is also hollow, as you suppose your soul also knew this with every hushed conversation in the dead of night, and the slips of silence that only spoke volumes around him.

“his band is playing tonight, at seven,” annabeth reminds you, with the knowing air of someone far wiser, and far older, “you should go.” she turned and stalked back toward the living room.

you sat still for a minute or so, before sighing and putting luke’s mixtape (even in your misery, he is somehow always there) in your walkman, putting your headphones on as axl rose trilled, ‘i said, baby you been lookin' real good’ in his voice that took a while to get used to — something luke gave you a heads up on.

you sighed, conceding to annabeth’s attempts to rewrite whatever fate had pushed the two of you apart, from the hours-long phone calls that dwindled into short, clipped conversations, you can’t necessarily blame annabeth for trying to fashion a phoenix from the ashes of your friendship. 

you stood up, grabbed your jacket off the back of the chair you were sitting upon, and walked into the living room, pausing for a few minutes to watch the scooby doo episode on the screen along with percy, grover, and annabeth, who were currently sprawled across the softly carpeted floor, arguing over monopoly.

“you’re literally cheating,” percy was saying.

“i’m the banker, i’m supposed to be innocent,” annabeth argued back.

“percy, i saw you steal a couple dollars behind annabeth’s back,” grover added, rolling the dice.

“guys,” you said, interrupting their three-way argument, “put on your jackets and shoes, we’re going to the fair in five minutes.”

you ignored the way the troublesome trio exchanged glances, walking through the hallway covered in framed photos of percy and sally, going to wait by the door for them.

“so,” percy says, all-too-innocently, “why the sudden change of plans?” once the four of you are a couple of blocks away from his apartment.

“no reason, just wanted to see what was so hot about the fair,” you say, digging your hands in the pockets of your jacket. once more, you ignore the glances the trio exchange. 

“so it doesn’t have anything to do with a certain curly-haired individual that we’re currently seeing less and less of?”

you keep walking, trying to feign ignorance, although the question was so pointed even you were concerned with percy’s audacity, “what’re you talking about?”

“oh, nothing,” percy smiles. “just the way —”

“— the two of you —”

“— were inseparable —”

“— for a disgustingly long time —”

“— and now you’re not —”

“— but we’re going to the fair because —”

“— his band is playing —”

“— and you’re going to try and fix —”

“— your troubles in paradise.”

you blinked slowly, as the three of them did jazz hands, matching shit-eating grins on all of their faces, “how long did it take for you guys to rehearse that?”

“a week, give or take,” grover says, and annabeth shoots him a glare.

“not the point, the point is, we support you.”

“gee, thanks, all i really needed was the support of three twelve-year-olds.”

“three twelve-year-olds that know you’re stupidly in love with luke castellan,” percy points out.

“okay, y’know what…” you trail off, frowning.

annabeth nudged percy, “not the point here, again.”

“fine, fine, fine,” you huff, as the four of you approach the brightly illuminated fair, looking for the ticket-selling booth, “i’ll buy you guys tickets so you can go hang out on the rides and i’ll go to the concert.”

the three of them nodded happily, making a beeline for the cotton candy stand a few feet away. you shook your head before pushing through the bustling crowd to look for the concert stage. when you finally do find it, after three excuse me’s and four sorry’s, the concert is already in full swing, with what looks like a mini moshpit already forming somewhere near the center.

once you’ve pushed your way to the absolute front, the darkening night sky serving as a backdrop, the harsh lights illuminate all five individuals on the stage, with a gorgeous girl with shaggily-cut hair and a raspy voice singing as lead (thalia? you think you remember luke telling you on the phone late at night once). however, your gaze almost immediately fixed on luke, who was playing a riff on his electric guitar, looking as hot as ever, his crooked grin on full display.

the band is covering l.a. guns’ ‘i wanna be your man’ at the moment, and you’re suddenly very grateful to annabeth for her unsubtle nudges, because you would’ve missed out on this sight of luke castellan, the view of his muscled arms bulging out of his band tee is permanently seared into your memory.

you’re almost sad when the show is over though, finally realizing why luke liked concerts so much, from the crowd surfing to the drumstick tricks during solos (beckendorf, you think the drummer’s name was — luke had mentioned him before) to the lead’s insane vocals, to the girl with long curly hair that stood next to you for most of the concert (probably the band’s most enthusiastic fan), you savored every minute of it. however, you’re glad for the chance to corner luke afterwards, climbing onto the stage as the crowd begins to disperse in waves, and realizing the curly-haired girl was already among the band members packing up their instruments, helping the curly-haired bassist pack his things. 

luke barely looks up at your sudden arrival. “what’re you doing here?” he asks, packing away his guitar.

“i’m here to see you,” you say, trying to drive the hint home.

“i told you that you didn’t have to come see the band if you were busy,” luke says, uncomprehendingly, making eye-contact with you. 

“i like you,” you say insistently.

“c’mon, let’s not kid ourselves right now, you said we’re friends so you don’t have to try to make me feel better,” luke says, shrugging and looking away from your face, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i listen to your dumb mixtape every night, luke castellan. does a person who’s not into you do that?”

there is something so raw about the way he looks right now, with his expression stilling as his cheeks are colored in swathes of red. 

smiling at his dumbstruck expression, you surged forward to kiss him, ignoring all the wolf whistles and “get some, castellan” enveloping the two of you, tangling your fingers into his hair, his hands coming to rest upon your hips.

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[chimielie]

cw f!reader , mild fraternal violence , atsumu’s terrible lying skills

“I know something you don’t know,” Osamu singsongs, standing in the doorway of their shared bathroom and peering over his brother’s shoulder at his reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah?” Atsumu grunts, yanking a comb through his hair and glaring back at his twin. “Spit it out, shitty ‘Samu. I got places to be, you know?”

“Ouch, don’t shoot the messenger,” Osamu drawls, leaning against the doorframe. “I know that you have a date tonight and you think you’re being sneaky about it.”

“Do not,” Atsumu scowls immediately, dropping the comb and turning around, because he is the worst liar ever. “I don’t even—what are you—I’m taking myself on a date, how about that, it’s called self care, ever heard of it? Huh? Okay? Huh?”

“Okay,” Osamu says, “You’re wearing a tie.”

“I can wear a tie if I want to,” Atsumu sneers, fiddling with it.

“Last summer, at Uncle Jun’s wedding, Ma had to literally threaten to shave your head to get you to wear one.”

“I’m a man now,” Atsumu sticks his chin up, examining his jaw. “I can wear a tie. Hey, did I miss anything while I was shaving?”

“You don’t have any facial hair to shave. And you have a hickey right there.”

“What? Seriously? Where?” Atsumu panics, turning back and forth.

“Ha, I got you—hey!!! Don’t hit me, asshole! I’ll tell Ma!!! And you—you left your fucking bouquet out on my desk, by the way. I told you to stop putting your stuff—no I swear I’ll kill you get offa me get off!—on my desk just because yours is too messy!”

“It was there for five seconds! You left all your laundry on my bed the other day—“

“Where was I s’posed to put it, the floor?”

“Your closet!” Atsumu roars. “Oh, shit, what time is it?” He drops his brother’s shirt collar abruptly.

“5:30,” Osamu says, dusting himself off. “What time you gotta be there?”

“She’s walkin’ over here now, probably,” Atsumu says, rushing back to the bathroom. “Fuck, well since you know, can I use your cologne?”

“It’s the same one you have?”

“It’s better, I don’t know,” Atsumu argues. “Just gimme it, it’s like one spritz.”

“Fine,” Osamu grumbles. “Hey, ‘Tsumu, I know something else you don’t know.”

“What,” Atsumu rolls his eyes as he walks around, frantically shoving his keys and wallet into his pockets, picking up the bouquet—delicate red and white flowers, not bad, scrub, thinks Osamu.

“This ain’t your first date,” he says smugly.

“What are you, Sherlock Holmes?” His brother says. “How d’you figure that?”

Osamu mock-stretches before counting off on his fingers. “One, you never walk home with me and Suna anymore. Two, there’s some flowery shit that appeared in our shower, and I know I didn’t buy it, and you’re not walkin’ around smelling like lavender and honey, so you’ve gotta be sneakin’ someone in. Three, you came to practice two weeks ago with an actual hickey, y’know, when you kept missing sets ‘cause you were in such a good mood.”

Atsumu blinks at him, finally lost for words.

“And,” Osamu says, tone somewhat gentler. “You seem a lot happier lately. Less, y’know, hard on yourself. Whoever it is, I think she’s good for you.”

“Thanks,” Atsumu says, swallowing roughly. “You’re so sappy.”

“Says the guy holding the flowers.” And trying not to let his eyes water over, but Osamu doesn’t say that bit. He can spare some of his brother’s dignity.

“It’s our six-month anniversary,” Atsumu says quietly. “Please don’t tell Ma yet, okay? She’s always on about volleyball bein’ enough of a distraction from school, I know she thinks dating is too. I just wanna—I want her to like my—”

He says your name just as the doorbell rings.

“Her? You’re dating—?” Osamu’s tone is incredulous. “Hold on, you can’t go yet. She’s like a million times out of your league—”

“I know!” Atsumu beams at him. “Keep your mouth shut or you’ll regret it. Tell Ma I’m sleeping at the dorms with Suna. Bye!”

[knikzshi]

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK ! — DOWN BAD

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y/n l/n : second year in teyvat university. A while back they had an on & off situationship with Scaramouche from their econ class. They broke up over the lack of communication on his part and Scaramouche's deteriorating mental health. They occasionally vlog when their schedule allows it and often collab with Hu Tao in her ghost hunting channel. This resulted in their private twt account being "ghosthunter" as they swiped the user from hu tao (LOL) :P.

lumine : third year in teyvat university, arts & humanities major. She has a twin brother who is a history major. She first met Y/N at the campus library and they immediately hit it off. Ever since then, they'd often get coffee together at a local cafe before their classes.

heizou shikanoin : second year in teyvat university, criminology major. He's a big fan of corny detective shows like inspector gadget, sherlock holmes, etc. He met Y/N through a concert. They liked the same local singer (Scaramouche) and quickly became friends. Of course, he was one of the first people to realize that Y/N had went to the concert because of their situationship with Scaramouche.

venti : second year in teyvat university, liberal arts major with a minor in music. He first met Y/N through Scaramouche. He was friends with Aether and they became close friends at a party. They are often his designated driver at parties or other events including alcohol.

hu tao : second year in teyvat university, also a criminology major. She first met Y/N in high school and have always been their closest friend. She attends similar classes to Heizou, so they often bond over the fact they're incredibly sleep deprived.

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[ironforest4]

To people who have not played Ace Attorney: Which of these do you think has NOT happened in the games?

[onlymurdersintheafterparty]

OMITB S4:E5 "Adaptation"

We're at the halfway mark and I feel like fans with a Hercule Poirot or Sherlock Holmes type of IQ could solve the mystery by now but I am not one of those fans so I'm just here to recap and debunk or strengthen theories I already had. I say this every week but I am truly loving the pacing of this season and that they don't shy away from answering questions early on instead of trying to shoehorn everything in for the season finale. As always spoilers ahead!

Ok so now we officially have confirmation that there are two killers. After circling back to the footprint on the windowsill of the Dudenoff apartment, the tacky paper used on the photoshoot and production room set reveals that the footprint belongs to one of the Brothers sisters. We see that one twin is physically strong enough to lift a body when she lifts Oliver and moves him onto his correct mark. I don't think that necessarily means both twins are involved in the murder though. We also end the episode with that same twin being missing and hearing a gunshot implying that she has been killed. I have been waiting YEARS for a season in which the bodies start piling up and it's finally happening!

This episode was narrated by Marshall the writer and I don't know how to feel about his character. I get that he and Mabel are supposed to be similar in that they both have imposter syndrome but he in general just gives off red flags. He's inserting himself into investigating which is something killers do and him having the fake facial hair introduces the idea of the killers having disguises so clearly he was important to this episode. Not to mention he's giving stalker vibes or parasocial Arconiac vibes. I find it very interesting that Mabel and Charles did not view the video of his stand up to verify his alibi. This could very well mean that he was at the Arconia the night that Sazz was killed. He also never stepped on the tacky paper so we don't have his footprint. That's two strikes against him.

You know who else we didn't see step on the tacky paper? Glen Stubbins. Who is back by the way. I still don't care for his character but I am starting to suspect him. He's physically capable of jumping on the windowsill because he's a stunt performer and for that same reason I'm sure he's also capable of aiming and firing a gun. Also how did he know exactly where Charles lived? They only met the one time at the Stunt Man bar. And yes it's sweet that he brought bread but he could have left it downstairs with Lester. As Ben's stunt double I can't help but wonder if he was present at the Arconia the night of Sazz's murder but in disguise. There's actually a really compelling theory on the hulu subreddit that Glen is the killer if you want to check it out.

Bev actually does have an alibi for that night and seems to only be guilty of wanting her movie made. Can we rule her out just yet? Idk but we'll see. She didn't seem that confident while aiming the gun or firing it off to prove it wasn't loaded. Her revealing Sazz's voicemail and the time it was left definitely proved helpful in establishing a timeline and confirming that there are two killers. Or three if you think it's three people working together.

Howard working for the production team is only strengthening my theory that he's the Moriarty. This man is everywhere! He was working at the theater last season and immersed in the plot there and now here he is in the center of it all once again. Again I don't think he's an evil mastermind, I just think he started off envying the closeness of the trio and now he's high off the power of manipulating things behind the scenes.

Have any of you heard of the opera La Forza Del Destino? In A Series of Unfortunate Events, there is a reference and parallel to it in which a character is mortally wounded after a weapon is accidentally fired off and strikes them. What if the killer was aiming for Charles, saw Sazz dressed similar to him and was aiming to shoot, and the accomplice called to warn them that it was the wrong person but something startled the killer and they accidentally shot Sazz? Like for example they were ready to go and then someone knocked loudly or something which not only muffled the noise of the phone but startled them enough to shoot.

This season has so many parallels and coincidences that we have to assume is on purpose. We've got multiple dopplegangers and cases of mistaken identity, guns being misfired (Eva with Rudy's prop gun and Bev with Sazz's loaded gun), and even the blackout in the S4 premiere vs the fire alarm going off in the S1 premiere.

My small takeaways from the episode:

Mabel being 30 and having an identity crisis is so relatable and I hope she finds her way by the end of the series.

Lester talking about wearing a gimp mask is WILD

Charles mentioning having an account in Belize and Detective Williams pretending to unhear it is hilarious

I'm beyond tired of this Oliver and Loretta plotline and him being insecure about her new status as a celebrity. WRAP IT UP!

Fans keep bringing up the cold case and I wonder if that will become the plot point in season five

Zach Galifianakis telling Oliver about how Jonk (sp?) ran through the seven dwarfs and that they could be heard Hi-Ho'ing from the trailer took me out 🤣

Charles having a new murder board each week is my favorite thing because that's literally all of us fans each week after watching a new episode

Bev and Cinda would be besties or frenemies and I really need to see them in a scene together before the season is over

[issa-pheonyx]

Yandere-sub!Dante X GN!Reader🔪🌶️ [DMC3]

𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗳𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂~😈🌚

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M��̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-I'm sure you already where this is going. Come on, this is Dante. Son of Sparda and human mother, Eva. Twin brother, Vergil. He's got it all and as much he doesn't want to be reminded by his father from the power he holds...you seem to reflect the human side of his to live life even if it means being a pain in the ass to you LMAO

-Anyways, it is never boring with him nor his affections. He's got that arm around your shoulder walking with you on whatever troll or shit talking he's got going with, the spaces between you is inches away, holding you close when danger is too close to you, shooting all the demons away from you when you are injured (more like a scratch on the shoulder, but whatever feeds your delulu, Dante), and so on

-As much as you want to hate this guy it is impossible, because he is naturally funny that you can't help, but smile or burst out laughing. He is aware of it, obviously, and there are times he is also smiling and laughing with you. He would have to hold onto your arm as he is almost on the floor dying laughing or hugging you down and you're both crying from laughing on the floor. He is such a comedian

-Sure, when you try to comfort him he just brushes it off being the tough guy and funny jokes, but you were the only one to push him out of that barrier making him obsessed trust you and fall for you so quickly. He never had that kind of treatment from anybody besides his mother, but now that she is gone, he sees you as a sign of hope for not only to heal...but, to let him know that the part of him is still human just like you

-He is protective of you since you are a full blooded human. He does not want you to be injured regardless how minor or major it is. He wants you spotless from any pain. At first it was cute, but it got out of hand when he was so pushy about it that you can barely do any patrol killing demons intruding human spaces

WARNING!!! Spicy after this thread [MDNI🔞]

-Listen...actually hear me out, okay? This man does not feel pain. He has taken hits from humans by their punches, kicks-everything (yeah no shit, Sherlock). JUST LISTEN-pain is nothing to him. Fucking slap him in the face when you ride him, pull his hair back when you're breaking his back, spank him and he will give you a fucking devious smile telling you that was nothing just to piss you off

-Seeing you pissed off gets him so turned on, because he turns into a brat and challenge you that you can't do shit to him...cut to him tied up and having ass red and hot from the spanking, gagged that his drool soaks on the rag, his legs malfunctioning from climaxing so much. So, when he is purposely trying to piss you off...just beware of it

-Now he wouldn't make you jealous as he does have his way of trolling such flirty encounters aka Nevan for example, however he is the one who would be jealous. Plus, it is much more worse when he finds out his brother takes a liking of you (that's for another day though~). So, what he would do is have this demon death grip on you and would nuzzle against your skin-wherever it is exposed to let other demons of all kinds that his scent is now latched onto you and they should back off. Your scent on him? Well...he has special souvenirs kept back in the shop safely

-He is willing to breed you or you breed him. He would be more than happy to receive both. Will fucking be on cloud nine that after breeding you or being bred by you that you hover his face for him to clean or you get down to business to clean him up. His arms will be locked on those legs, so don't worry about suffocating him he can obviously handle it. He will grind his ass back into your face to push your tongue in deeper in his hole

-Sucking you off or eating you out is his favorite thing. He wants to gag and choke on your cock that it becomes so sloppy that you just grab his fucking head and face fuck him until you cum your hot nut inside his throat or pull out to cum on his face and the leftovers on his tongue dripping out. Grip on his hair and roll your hips as he is eating your pussy having his long tongue licking the folds, slipping the tongue inside, his nose swiping on your clit like a credit card (SORRY I CAN'T-), and when you squirt your juices that he moves away a little with his tongue out to have it splash on his face and have some land inside his mouth

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[alexjcrowley]

I realised my passion for crossover has just created a multiverse of, I don't fucking know, detectives and supernatural stuff (no, it's NOT superwholock)

So we start by assuming, like some already did, that Q from the Daniel Craig's James Bond movies is the fourth Holmes's siblings. So you get four Holmes: Mycroft, Sherlock, Eurus and Q. But then Q in clearly in a romantic relationship with James Bond.

Now it's undeniable that James Bond has a twin brother, Benoit Blanc, who is the world's most famous detective, and he is married to Philip (Hugh Grant). You can clearly notice from Benoit's...everything (passion for mistery and fasion sense most of all) that he is related to Fred Jones from Scooby Doo, he and Philip are in fact Fred's parents.

To conclude this part of multiverse of hyperfixation, James Bond exists in the same world of a bunch of teenagers with 1970's van and a talking dog. I cannot stress how important it is for me that Sherlock Holmes DOES NOT solve the mustery of why Scooby Doo can talk.

But let's now expand in a different direction.

For some of you who might not be acquainted with the medical drama House MD, it's one of the gayest shows ever made on God's green earth. And, as all the fans know, the REAL finale is House and Wilson running away together after all Wilson's problems suddenly disappeared (I am phrasing it like that because I don't want to spoil it). Now, of course they can't live in America because House can't exactly recover from his own Reichenbach falls, so obviously they have go to London. Like, no questions asked.

And as many have already speculated they are probably the married couple Mrs Hudson's friend was renting an apartment to.

Sherlock-Watson and House-Wilson have a complicated dynamic going on, I just know they suspect of eachothers because there's something wrong with the other couple.

London comes, of course, with all it inhabitants, such as Crowley and Aziraphale (whose supernatural presence could explain Scooby Doo being able to talk???? Maybe he is an ex-infernal hound sent to Shaggy??? Was Shaggy another aborted attempt at an Antichrist?????). I really likes to believe they're House-Wilson and Sherlock-Watson neighbours. And every one of these three couples tries to pretend they're a very normal couple, and not, like, non-human or a Government's resource or technically dead.

But also, you must not forget, London comes with Hob Gadling, the immortal lover of Sandman, who might as well exist in this universe, because why the fuck not, he stole the "meet every x years" idea from Crowley, the goddamn poser. Hob Gadling and Crowley clocked eachothers in a minute and now the two couples have dinners together because "they're the only other supernatural couple in the neighbourhood, we should befriend them!" (said Aziraphale and Hob while Crowley and Morpheus sighed).

ALSO to House MD fans I want to remind you that Wilson got arrested in Louisiana when he met House and there's a popular headcanon going on that Benoit Blanc is from Louisiana so do you think??? Benoit Blanc one day happened to interact with the police department of a city in Louisiana and a policeman was like "hey last week you missed a guy from New Jersey who deadass smashed an ancient mirror in a bar because they were playing a song he didn't like on the jukebox". And Benoit was like (I can't write his dialogues I am so sorry) "Mmhh yeah muhst say thur arh sum jingles I simply cannut grow fund of but by Guhd to,,, smash an ancient mirruh that wuld be bee-YOnd mahself"

And these connections are all canonical in my mind. (There are crossover fanfics between Good Omens and Sandman, and between House and BBC Sherlock, and between Sherlock and the James Bond franchise, and between House and Good Omens- there's a fic I really like with these fandoms- and there's a drawing I also reblogged on Tumblr of Fred presenting Benoit Blanc as his dad).

So, basically, in my head, Sherlock is highly pissed off by Benoit Blanc being considered the best detective in the world though he respects him, Q is Fred Jones's uncle and probably added a lot of cool MI6 features to the mystery machine, Gregory House, notorious atheist, lives in the same universe of angels and demons and the Sandman and pisses off Sherlock Holmes costantly just because they don't like eachothers, Hob Gadling amd Crowley looked at eachothers once and they knew neither of them were humans, Aziraphale and Crowley always stumble in every other characters' shenanigans and once in a while throw a miracle their way and Hugh Grant/Philip makes cupcakes for everyone.

And if you really want me to be precise, Dead Poet Society lore counts for Wilson, but Neil didn't, well, if you saw the movie you know.

And I know they are technically not correlated, but I would love to find a way to connect Dirk Gently, Todd Brotzman and The Rowdy Three in all this.

There's a part 2 to this post here

[shoggothkisses]

"BEDTIME STORY" - Preliminary Archon Quest (Ch. 4- Act IV) Thoughts

My diligence has finally paid off! For the first time in a while, I got to play through a Genshin quest as soon as it dropped! So, while energy is still high and the novelty of the event is still - well, novel - I offer you a collection of observations and examinations from the most recent Archon Quest.

HERE THERE BE SPOILERS - do not click unless you've played Bedtime Story or don't mind being spoiled on its events!

FIRST, and arguably (for me) most importantly - THE SINNER HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED, and before yesterday there was NO way you could have convinced me that it was Dainsleif's brother. (Has he even mentioned having a brother before this?) (The "Dain is the twins' sibling" theorists are probably deeply unhappy. Sorry for your loss.)

(A bit sad that it's not Deshret, personally, but that's not relevant atm.)

His name, Vedrfolnir (or Vethrfolnir, or Veðrfölnir or any number of phonetically similar spellings for those of us who can't do Scandanavian languages to save our lives), comes from the name of a hawk that, in Norse mythology, is partnered with a (nameless?) eagle that sits on top of Yggdrasil (Irminsul). Vedrfolnir is believed to represent the eagle's wisdom, able to see everything in the Nine Realms (likely why Genshin!Vedrfolnir's title is The Visionary) and passing information back and forth to it - much in the way that Odin's ravens are believed to pass information back and forth to him.

It is also believed to play a role in the battle between the eagle and Nidhogg (the serpent at Yggdrasil's roots) at Ragnarok - possibly similar to that of Ratatoskr, whose gossip back and forth between Nidhogg and the eagle (and Vedrfolnir by extension) is what causes their mutual aggression.

The name Vedrfolnir means something akin to "pale wind."

As far as the other "Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah" are concerned:

Hroptatyr is another name for Odin (huge? can you say HUGE?). The "wise" part is self explanatory. The name means "sage" in Old Norse.

Rhinedottir is, as we know, a Norse spelling of the German "Rheintöchter." She's named after the Rhinemaidens, three water spirits who dwell at the bottom of the Rhine river and are said to protect the Gold(tm) that can grant anyone immeasurable power. This origin is, however-

While the original Nibelungenleid (the 12th century German poem-epic) makes mention of mermaids, and Norse mythology makes mention of the proverbial gold (see below) the massively significant role mentioned above was almost COMPLETELY made up by Richard Wagner while writing the Ring Cycle. The Rhinemaidens are mentioned nowhere in Norse mythology, whereas all the other Sinners' names are pulled directly from old Norse sources. (Considering Rhinedottir's level of importance to the overarching plot, especially in Mondstadt, I have a hard time believing this difference from the other Sinners isn't equally important.)

I have discussed Surtalogi previously, so lemme just... (clears throat). Caaaaaalled it.

So yeah. He's the "Fire of Surtr," the jotunn who burns it all down. Dain and Surtalogi, sword buddies. Nice neat explanation. (Who's gonna be Surtr? Will we have a Surtr? We'll put a pin in that.)

And...if he's "the Foul," then I guess anyone who adopts his power has...the...Foul Legacy...yeah. No need to delve into that much. At least not for now.

Rerir is a little more to unpack. Or a lot more. Who am I kidding. In the Norse Volsungasaga, Rerir is part of a long and complicated line of royal births and deaths that result in rise and fall of the titular Volsung clan (similar to, but not the exact same as, the Nibelungenleid). A brief overview:

Odin gives birth to Sigi.

Sigi gives birth to Reri. Sigi is killed by his brothers-in-law.

Rerir avenges his father's death (for all you Sherlock Holmes fans - Racher is "avenger," or one who gets revenge [Rache].)

The goddess Frigg has a crow bring Rerir and his wife an apple because they're having a hard time getting pregnant. It works.

Rerir dies while his wife is pregnant - for six years.

Volsungr (Rerir's son) is born by C-section (something that seeems to happen with a lot of heroes in different mythologies, just saying). His mom dies in the process.

Volsung fathers (in addition to like ten other kids) the twins Sigmundr and Signy (in German, Sigmund and Sieglinde).

Sigmundr fathers Sigurd (Siegfried in German).

Sigurd is the dragon-slaying, Nibelung's-hoard-and-ring-of-power-having king that ends up being killed during a combination political dispute/relationship drama.

The chunks of the Volsungsaga from Volsung on are retold in Wagner's Ring Cycle, albeit with his own embellishments (see Rhinedottir).

The aspect of Rerir's title here that's confusing me the most is "Solnari." Based on Rerir's mythological origin, Solnari should be his father - but then, why not just call him "Racher of Sigi"? Meanwhile, Sol is almost certainly a reference to a Sun deity (in Norse and Germanic, the sun goddess), but the "-nari" suffix is more confusing. From what I can tell,

1) "Nari" is Sanskrit for "woman" or "maiden" - so if Solnari were The Lady Sun it would make sense, but it seems weird to randomly throw Sanskrit into a Norse civilization; and

2) Nari, or Narfi, is a different deity in Norse mythology that is supposed to be either Loki's son (killed by his wolf-shifting brother Vali), the personification of night (Nott), or both.

I can't really make sense of it in the moment, but hopefully we'll get more info as we go - preferably before another year goes by, Dainsleif, please!???

The Vinster King is, likewise, difficult to parse. There is, on one hand, the Swedish word “vinst” meaning to win, or make a return/profit - which would make the “vinster king” the king who…won? This isn’t totally impossible as we know there have been plenty of wars of succession between both gods and humans in Teyvat. On the other hand, this may be a butchered spelling of the German “finster,” meaning “dark,” “sinister,” or “gloomy.” I wasn’t super sold on my own interpretation of this until I remembered this sweet loot drop we get in the Chasm:

So that may be the case, and, as such, the “Vinster King” may be another name for Irmin.

(Side tangent: I now think it would be super funny if we found out later that Irmin and Pierrot really ARE the same person…Gloomy King…becomes a Clown…? Love that…anyway.)

I have already heard that someone has translated the message in Caribert’s memory-travel/loading-screen thingy, but I DON’T TRUST PEOPLE! So i’m gonna do it here for myself.

From the top, line by line:

FAREWELL ATOSSA

I APOLOGIZE

FOR MAKING YOU KNOW ME

UNWILLINGLY

STILL I DONT WISH

YOU TO FORGET ME

This is written in Sumeran script, not Khaenri’ahn. A nice easter egg, and very touching to be sure. ;v;

One last thing: on the Sea of Flowers.

There are a few things that this Sea of Flowers reminds me of - Nabu Malikata and her connection to water and flowers comes to mind, for one - but the thing that I was IMMEDIATELY reminded of was the Dandelion Sea.

For those who don’t particularly enjoy coming through Genshin’s archive: The Fox in the Dandelion Sea is a whopping 11-volume story series found hidden throughout Mondstadt. In the story, a hunter makes a deal with a fox (or spirit. or fox-spirit) who believes that he intentionally saved her life (he was just a bad shot, and broke the ice that was keeping her trapped on a lake): teach her fox-child to speak the language of humans, and she will teach the hunter how to transform into other creatures.

In order to meet and teach her cub, the fox takes the hunter to a “sea of dandelions, stretching as far as my eyes could see.” All foxes who “disappear during the hunt” come here, and time appears to be meaningless. While the hunter appears to move toward learning a lesson, by the end of the series, he still informs the fox that his reason for learning transformation magic is to be a better hunter. At this, the fox turns him into a dandelion puff and blows him away to a “faraway land.” He then wakes, as is from a dream, with none of what he could have had (the magic, the beautiful fox-woman, or the peaceful sea of dandelions).

While I’m unsure if the Sea of Dandelions actually has anything to do with the Sea of Flowers, it would be interesting if we found out that the Sea of Flowers is some alternate version of reality - a domain, an isolated region, or even a beautiful (but ultimately unattainable) dream.

THAT IS. basically all i have so far. This is coming off (as i said) basically 4-5 hours of sleep followed by all day on-and-off research to try and process everything we got since yesterday. and yes i know I didn't mention the Loom of Fate even ONCE but honestly between the pretty explicit "it weaves ley lines" description and the Abyss twin's equally explicit "I don't know what I'm gonna do with it yet," I don't really feel like any deeper picking has to be done for now.

okay byeee

[specialagentlokitty]

Lestrade x reader - a little confidence

Walking up the stairs, you kicked the door to the flat open and everybody inside turned to look at you as you leant against the doorway, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Took your time getting here.”

You said nothing and you stepped aside so Mrs Hudson could come in.

“(Y/N) how many times do I have to tell you, helmet off inside.” She scolded.

“I’ll be quick, what you want?” You asked.

“You got the text.”

You grumbled pulled one of your gloves off, reaching into your pocket your tossed the packet of cigarettes at Sherlock.

“Don’t give him them!” John scolded.

“Means he stops pestering me.” You shrugged.

You pulled your glove back on and looked around the room, walking over to Mycroft you leant forward and flicked his forehead making him roll his eyes.

Then you walked over and did the same thing to Sherlock.

“Who’s this stiff?” You asked John.

“Greg Lestrade, works for Scotland Yard.”

You nodded your head a little bit and looked him up and down from under the visor of your helmet and turned back to Sherlock.

“Stop texting me.”

“Stop ignoring me.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him and you made your way back to the door.

“Later!”

You jogged back down the stairs and they heard you revving your bike outside before you sped away.

“Who the hell was that?” Lestrade asked.

“That would be their sister, Sherlocks twin in fact.” Mrs Hudson smiled.

“Didn’t know you had a sister.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know.” Mycroft said.

The moment you left the flat you could feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, letting you know Sherlock was demanding you do something else.

So you chose to ignore it, and you went back to what you were doing.

For the next week you carried on ignoring your brother up until the point he came by your flat just as you were about to leave.

“What Sherlock?” You snapped.

“You know what this is.”

He held out a phone and you took it, turning around on your motorbike, you resting your back against the handles and a foot on the seat.

“Yeah I know what this is why.”

“I know you know, I want you to take me there.”

You handed the photo back to your twin, and you sighed a little bit.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re heading there now, and we can’t get in without you. And whatever this is, it’s linked to our case and we can only find it there.”

“Sherlock is trying to nicely ask if you would please take us to the scrapyard you go to so we can have a look for ourselves.”

You looked at John and you shrugged a little bit, picking your helmet off the floor.

“Yeah okay. But you two owe me one, and I’ll be cashing it in at some point. Plus you can’t get in Sherlock but John can, people just don’t like you.”

You gestured for Sherlock to get on your friends bike and for John to get on yours and you gave him the spare helmet sitting nearby.

Heading to the scrapyard, you noticed Lestrade was waiting for you three, and you gestured for him to follow you around the corner where you stopped your bike.

You gestured to the large wall of junk.

“Have fun, don’t talk to anyone and don’t snoop.” You said.

“Wait, wait, you can’t just leave us here.” John protested.

“Why not?” You asked.

“John you’re looking for empathy in the wrong person. She has a better understanding of human emotions, but anything other than anger and you’re not going to get far.” Sherlock said.

“I swear to god I will break your nose again Sherlock.”

He shrugged a little and went quiet as he inspected the wall with John and Lestrade awkwardly looked around the scrapyard.

You heard some bikes coming closer, and you reached out, grabbing his jacket you pulled him back without looking up from your phone and they went speeding past.

“Blood hell!” He yelled.

You let him go.

“Don’t go standing in the middle of the track then.”

“Is this even legal?” He asked.

“Private land, so yeah.”

“Who owns then?”

You pulled something up on your phone and handed it over to him.

“I do.”

Lestrade inspected the documents and he handed the phone back to you.

“You still have to abide by traffic laws.”

“Not on land owned by me I don’t.”

You went back to scrolling through your phone and Lestrade crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at you.

Clad in jeans, boots, leather jacket, gloves and helmet.

There was absolutely no way he could pick a single identifying point about you, you just hid yourself away from the world behind your helmet.

“Who’s got access to the yard?” Sherlock asked.

“Bunch of people, go to the office at the front if you want anything I’m not your receptionist.”

With that you got on your bike and sped away, and that was the last they saw if you for the day.

Though Lestrade did start seeing more off you either at the flat or out and about.

And today was no different, you were sitting by a curb and he happened to be walking past so he stopped and looked at her.

“Hello (Y/N).” He smiled.

You put your phone away and looked at him, still wearing your helmet.

“Lestrade.” You greeted.

“I haven’t seen you around the flat for a while, did you and Sherlock fall out or?”

“I’m just ignoring him to be honest.” You shrugged.

Lestrade laughed a little and stepped back as you got off your bike and took they keys out and stuffed them into your pocket.

“Why you out this way?” You asked.

He held up a paper bag.

“Best coffee in the area. What about you? Thought you lived at the scrapyard.”

You hummed a little and shook your head.

“I don’t, but I’m only here cause damn bike broke down, waiting for someone to bring some stuff to fix it.”

“Well I can wait with you if you’d like, this isn’t really a great place to be broken down in.”

“Don’t you have places to be?”

He shook his head.

“Day odd actually, so I don’t.”

You shrugged a little and gestured to the coffee shop he just came out off and you both walked inside and you ordered a drink then sat down.

Lestrade sat down opposite you, and you pulled your gloves off, setting them aside then you pulled you helmet off and set that aside too.

Glancing at your bike, you picked up a menu and read through debating on something to eat.

“Keep staring, maybe it’ll make it less creepy.” You said.

He quickly looked away.

“Sorry..”

You smirked a little bit and set the menu down, leaning back as you folded your arms over your chest.

“Expect me to look like some monster?” You asked.

“N..no..” he mumbled.

You smirked a little more.

“Are you embarrassed detective?”

“No…”

He looked at you but quickly looked away once more.

You thanked the man that brought your coffee over, and you glanced at you bike to check on it.

“So, Lestrade, if it’s your day off, why come all this way for coffee?”

“I was avoiding your brother too and he knows where I live.”

“First mistake, never let Sherlock Holmes know where you live.”

“He knows where you live.”

“He knows where I keep bike and my tools and all, not where I live, Mycroft keeps that hidden for me.”

Lestrade looked at you.

“So you have two flats?

“Yup, pretty handy actually.”

“And you just happen to have two flats?”

“Mycroft went into government work, Sherlock solves cases to pass time, I own a series of houses and business across the city.”

“How did you manage that?”

“We come from a wealthy family and I wanted to expand my money and spend life actually having fun unlike my stuck up brothers.”

Lestrade smiled and chucked a little bit, nodding his head.

“Doesn’t it keep you busy?”

“Nah, just hire a few people to handle everything, I only come in when there’s real big issues.”

Lestrade nodded again.

“Didn’t think you would be a landlord and business person.”

“You think I got my money from crime?”

“No.”

You hummed a little, nodding your head as you sipped at your coffee.

“Go on, tell me what you found when you searched my name in your system.”

“How did you..?”

“Mycroft.”

“Of course. I didn’t find much, a few DUIs, and something about vandalism?”

“Oh yeah I smashed up one of my bars because I wanted to redo it. The person that rents it didn’t like and it tried to have me done for forgetting I own the place.”

Lestrade nodded his head a little and you leant back in your seat again.

You and Lestrade continued to talk until your friends arrived and you left.

And you began to see him more often, usually by accident, but sometimes he would come just to talk to you.

And since you enjoyed making him embarrassed, you had no issue with this.

It had become a game to you at this point, see how embarrassed you could make Lestrade before the pair of you parted ways.

It was like clockwork for you now, but you had been busy for a few weeks now and hadn’t seen him.

You were working on your bike and you were sitting on the floor when you heard someone approaching.

“Thought you were avoiding me.”

You looked up and pushed yourself from the ground, wiping your hands on your jeans.

“I’ve been busy, what’s up?”

Lestrade sighed a little bit and you gestured for him to sit on the step while you leant against the wall next to him.

“Divorce finally went through a few weeks ago.”

You nodded your head.

“At least you can put yourself out there again you know? Find someone better and all that.”

“I don’t know if I want to.”

“You don’t have to, completely your choice what you do, but the way I see it is make the most of this.”

Lestrade looked at you before looking away.

“Look Greg, at the end of the day you can sit and mope around about it, or you can start meeting people, getting a feel for things. No one says you got to date them, but you’ve basically been single for like a year now, just get back into the swing of things. Get a feel for what kinda person you’d date and crap like that.”

Lestrade nodded a little.

“I understand what you’re saying, I guess… I wouldn’t know where to start.”

You grinned a little and clasped your hand on his shoulder.

“Shove some drinks down you and you’ll be right as rain.”

He laughed and shook his head as he looked up at you.

“That’s your solution for everything.”

“I have issues.”

He smiled a little bit and you looked at him.

“What is it?”

“What if there is a women I’d like to be involved with but not sure how she would take the news?”

You hummed a little and took a small breath.

“Yeah that ain’t my thing, ask him.”

You whistled to get the attention of the biker that just pulled up and you waved him over.

“Ry is this Greg, he needs relationship advice and I suck at that so like help him.”

With that you walked away back to your bike, to carry on fixing it.

When you were done, you put everything back in the tool box and you poured some water some the bottle and wiped them on your shirt to clean them.

Pushing your bike next to the other, you walked back over and grabbed your tool box, setting it by the stairs and both men went quiet and looked at you.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’ll take this up I need to grab something anyway.” Ry said.

You shrugged and tossed him the flat key and you leant against the wall as you took your phone out your pocket.

You stood there quietly for a few minutes and Lestrade stood up, so you put your phone in your pocket and looked at him.

“Leaving?”

“Something else actually.”

You looked at him, and he just looked away with a small huff.

Smirking a little, you grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down to be eye level with you.

“W..what are you doing..?”

“What you’re apparently to chicken shit to do.”

You leant forward and connected your lips with his before you pulled away and left him go, putting your hand on his chest to pushing him back a step.

“Seriously Greg, you need to just be confident for once.”

“I.. how..?”

“Ry texted me when he went upstairs.”

Lestrade nodded a little and he took a step back over, taking your face between his hands he kissed you again.

Then he pulled away.

“Is that confident enough?”

“Try again.” You smirked.

He smiled a little and leant down again to kiss you, and you placed your hand on the back of his head to hold him there before a little longer before you let him move away.

“So… do you want to get something to eat..?” He asked nervously.

“And there goes all that confidence.”

He huffed a little and looked away and you smirked at him.

“Go on, lead the way.”

He grinned and began to walk and you picking up your jacket, tossing it on as you walked along side of him with a little smirk on your face

[strangesthirdeye]

Too Many Secret Part 2 ( Sherlock Holmes x Twin Sister! Reader)

Summary: taking the place where Too Many Secrets part 1 begins, Sherlock with the help of Mycroft tries to trace the disappearance of Y/n Holmes, who is Sherlock's twin who has disappeared for a long time. By using the little evidence to find clues to her disappearance, little by little the case of disappearance is more and more clearly displayed on the faces of the two Holmes siblings.

Warning: Missing person, Mention of drowning, mention of kidnapping, more 'secrets' revealed, level of shock increased, too many dramatic words. Gore, blood, murder, mention of something not appropriate such like stabbing, chock, kill, gun, shoot, cutting.

Too Many Secret part 1

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way. It's took a year to finished this but don't worry! Part 3 is on the way

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"Tell me, how long are you going to keep a secret from me?!" Sherlock snapped angrily as soon as he entered Mycroft's office.

A circus-shaped music box was thrown on Mycroft's desk as soon as Sherlock appeared in front of Mycroft who was silent after being scolded by his parents. The responsibility of an eldest brother is great, but his responsibility is such that the hidden secrets between the family, which he is willing to keep a secret from his own family, is a much worse thing.

If it wasn't for Mycroft who likes to be secretive, things like this wouldn't have happened. As soon as their parents left Mycroft's office, Sherlock quickly threw the music box on his desk and snarled at him.

"Speak, Mycroft. Why do you like to be so secretive? So much so that you are willing to keep the existence of our other siblings a secret. Is it because you don't trust your own family? Hmm? " said Sherlock angrily as he slammed his hands on Mycroft's desk.

Mycroft who had been silent then looked at his younger brother before he took a breath and let it out slowly.

"There are times when every secret cannot be kept for long.. The same goes with this matter.. I expected that after the matter related to Eurus, new things would appear. I just did not expect that your old memories of Y/n would appear at once." Mycroft said, closing his eyes while rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Sherlock clenched his fists. "so for you, I shouldn't have to remember about Y/n? Is this what you expected? That I shouldn't have to remember about my own twin's existence?" Sherlock chuckled sarcastically.

Mycroft held back his anger. "Don't you think that all this time I've been trying to find where Y/n is?! Don't you think why I became part of the British Government just because I wanted to find my little sister?"

"but you shouldn't keep it a secret! Enough with what you did to Eurus and now you want to do the same thing to Y/n? How long are you going to keep this thing about my twins a secret, Mycroft? Hmm? Why? Is it because of this look of yours Y/n is the same as what you see in Eurus?"Sherlock getting angrier.

His hands were clenched tightly causing his knuckles to turn white due to anger. Mycroft had never seen Sherlock so angry about something. But this time he could see it with his own eyes and it was because of him.

Mycroft leaned back in his chair. Trying to calm his mind which was heated with all the arguments between him and Sherlock. There's a reason why he kept it a secret about Y/n. And that was the safest way for Mycroft.

Mycroft took a deep breath and looked at Sherlock. "I have a reason why I kept this a secret and recreated your memory. That is the safest way for you because if this is not kept a secret, you will become more addicted to looking for her. Let alone when you are grown up and addicted to drugs. That It's not safe, Sherlock. And I don't want you to go through that. That's why I'm keeping it a secret." explained Mycroft with each sentence his tone went from soft to firm.

Sherlock exhaled angrily then ran his fingers through his hair and walked around the corner of Mycroft's office trying to calm himself down. His breath was exhaled and pulled several times trying to get rid of his anger.

Exhaling his warm breath, Sherlock straightened up and looked at Mycroft.

"then, I want to find her too. I don't care if you want to stop me or not. I will still look for her until I know what happened to her and where she is." Sherlock said coldly.

Mycroft looked at Sherlock for a long time. He tried to open his mouth but when he saw the cold look that his own younger brother is giving him, he closed his mouth. Any words that came out of Mycroft's mouth were blocked as soon as he closed his mouth. He can't do anything anymore. He knew what Sherlock had been through before let alone deal with family matters again. Because Mycroft kept it a secret from him.

Sherlock is a grown man and he knows what he's doing. Mycroft can no longer control him like before. And he can only see what will happen.

Mycroft stared at Sherlock's face for a moment before he nodded his head slowly.

"alright, I won't stop you but give me a chance to help you solve this case. Y/n is also my sister. As the eldest, I have a responsibility to find her too and that's not only your responsibility, Sherlock. It's also my responsibility as the eldest to keep my siblings safe." Mycroft said in a firm but gentle tone.

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◀Sherrinford▶

Sherlock knelt down and placed his violin case on the floor. His long fingers fumbled with the zipper of the violin bag before he unzipped the bag slowly.The violin was taken out of the bag and immediately Sherlock stood up again and placed the violin under his chin and was ready to play. His eyes looked directly at the body of Eurus who was getting up from her bed and took her violin from the bedside. Eurus then placed her violin on her chest and she too was ready to play.

Eurus then nodded her head towards Sherlock as a sign to start playing the violin. Slowly Sherlock stroked the violin and played a slow, gentle tune.

Eurus looked at Sherlock for a long moment as if she remembered something before she herself strummed the violin to Sherlock's beat. This is the only way they can communicate. Without any conversation and only using the melody of the violin to communicate. And in this way for them is the best way to reverse the faded sibling relationship.

The melodious and slow tune played by the two siblings as if they were in a musical theater played in public. The faint sound of the melody they both played caused them to sink into their own world. They both appreciated the sound of the violin so much that the two siblings closed their eyes trying to understand the meaning of the melody.

Their bodies were gently swayed by the friction of their violins. A tune that gives them a lot of language and meaning for them to understand each other. While they were dreaming of that melodious tune, little by little their old memories played in their minds. From the moment Sherlock was playing with Redbeard aka Victor to Eurus playing with Y/n by the lake. One by one stones were thrown into the lake by Eurus and Y/n.

The sound of joyful screams from Sherlock and Victor in the background decorated the atmosphere of that old memory. Mycroft who was standing by the lake looked at his two younger sisters with a tired expression, maybe he was tired of warning them not to get close to the lake even if it was only half a foot deep.

A pirate-like scream was clearly heard as Sherlock and Victor ran around the place carrying their wooden swords into the sky. Y/n and Eurus just looked. Eurus looked at Victor with hatred while Y/n looked at Sherlock as if she was an outcast. The sound of the violin grew a little louder just as Eurus suppressed her anger at the melody. The memory is now accelerated to the time where Y/n disappeared. Only shoes were found by the river while Y/n's music box was nowhere to be seen.

The entire Holmes family is saddened by the loss of their family member. they searched around the place with the help of the police and people around but Y/n was still not found. Mycroft isolated himself from his family and just sat locked in his room doing only god knows what.

While Sherlock just sat quietly thinking about the matter. Is this his fault? Is it his fault for ostracizing his own twin? Would this not have happened if he hadn't let Y/n play alone that evening? Is this his job as a twin brother? The twin brother who is supposed to take care of his twin sister. But, what is he doing now? Y/n had disappeared without a trace and he was sitting in silence thinking that this was all his fault. Let alone with the loss of Redbeard who is now nowhere to be found.

Eurus just sat by the window. Looking at the open space filled with green grass. She was just thinking. Her big sister is gone. Is it because Y/n doesn't want to play with her?Is it because she got tired of playing with Eurus that Y/n decided to play alone in the river? Such things played through Eurus's mind rapidly. She always blames that all this is her fault. Blamed herself for being so boring that her other siblings didn't want to play with her.

The shrill tune of the violin is still heard until the time comes, the tune gets slower and slower and stops indicating that the tune has been played. Sherlock and Eurus opened their eyes in unison. Their eyes looked at each other's faces with mixed feelings. Either anger, sadness and mourning are all mixed up on their faces. Sherlock looked at his younger sister who was standing in the white cell. His eyes are glassy.

"I'm sorry for what I did before.. I left you and Y/n to play with Redbeard and-" Sherlock stopped. His head is bowed. The violin was held tightly by his side. He tried to keep his tears from coming out but no matter what, the tears kept coming out little by little.

Eurus looked at Sherlock blankly before walking over to her bedside to place Y/n's gift violin on her bedside. Then looked at Sherlock.

“You shouldn't have let Y/n out alone at that time. You as Y/n's twin brother should take good care of her and God forbid her from going out that evening. You know it's getting dark but you pretend you don't know and let her go out that evening just to play with your stupid toys." Eurus said slowly with hate and anger in her tone.

Eurus walked closer to the cell mirror and looked at Sherlock who was still bowing his head. " And you know that the current of the river was strong at that time. And look what happened? Y/n is gone." Eurus continued before she turned and walked towards her single bed.

Sherlock sighed heavily after keeping himself quiet for a long time to receive hateful comments from his younger sister. He knew that Eurus was sad about what happened and that was her way of expressing her sadness through anger. Words of hate were thrown at him and Sherlock was ready to accept those words. This is the time for Eurus to express all her feelings to her brother after keeping silent for a long time and just locking those feelings inside her. Feelings of hatred, anger and sadness.

Sherlock let out a few short breaths before closing his eyes tightly. "I know, it's my fault.. I shouldn't have let her go to the river alone.. I should have gone with her so that she will come home safely. I shouldn't have abandoned you two"

Eurus just remained silent as she looked at Sherlock with an emotionless expression on her face. He has understood Sherlock's behavior since childhood. Selfish, arrogant and ignorant let alone neglect their own siblings. What Eurus saw was the wrongdoing and negligence that Sherlock had done to her.

Eurus looked at Sherlock sharply. "It's too late.. Things have already happened"

Sherlock looked at Eurus sadly. "no.. But I guarantee that Y/n is still out there. She's still alive and we just don't know where she is now. I made a promise to you that I'll look for her until I find her, right? So please, give me hope to find Y/n." Sherlock said desperately.

Eurus closed her eyes. "I can't put too much hope in you. But. I believe you can find her. Because I really need her. I need my sister." Eurus said in her small voice.

Hearing that made Sherlock even sadder, not because how small hope Eurus placed on him but how small she is pleading with her older brother to reunite with her older sister. As if everything changed to the past. Where the two of them were still children happily playing by the shallow river near Musgrave Hall. Teenager Mycroft threw pebbles into the river expecting it to bounce on the river water while Y/n went barefoot into the shallow river to find a valuable 'treasure' for her to make a collection. Eurus who was running around while playing with a wooden airplane seemed to make the airplane fly in the air and Sherlock who was busy swinging a wooden sword as if fighting an evil pirate.

This is the memory that seemed to bring nostalgia to the siblings. Nothing else, just them being together.

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*SCOTLAND YARD*

As always, Scotland Yard is always busy with officers here and there. Not only that some chattering also made the mood there busy with several reports piled up on every officer's desk there especially at DI Lestrade who was massaging his head to get rid of the dizziness that was getting worse. His eyes were closed tightly and he breathed heavily several times trying to relieve all the stress.

These 3 weeks are the most stressful and busy week for the Detective Inspector who is now on the verge of throwing himself out the window trying to relieve all the reports that are multiplying on the table. All the reports are the same where they are all cases of serial murder but the odd thing is that all the places where the incident happened are illegal facilities where they are all training places for high caliber assassins and some illegal experiments on humans. Good thing they knew where all the places were even though the places were all hidden but after the serial murder cases happened and some unknown calls appeared, they rushed to the scene.

What they found was quite disturbing. So they decided to find the mastermind behind all these brutal murders. At one point, they seem lost because every scene seems to have no clues from the mastermind who did this. As if the mastermind doesn't want to be known. But the point is, what is the purpose of them doing that? Why attack all the places in succession and kill all the inhabitants (assassins) there? As if what they do is carefully planned.

Greg exhaled heavily and leaned his head back on the chair. Hands spread to the chair's handle. He seems lost and tired. All the things that run in his mind are quite disturbing.

Donovan knocked on the door three times. The right hand holds a coffee paper cup while the left hand holds a firmly beige colored file. Her serious face became more concerned with her boss.

"Sir, coffee for you?" Donovan offered.

Greg opened his eyes and looked at Donovan. "yeah, just put it on the table." Greg sat up straight.

Donovan put the coffee paper cup on the table and put the beige file in front of Greg.

"You should take a break for a while, boss. You haven't had enough rest in a few days" Donovan suggested.

"well i know. Later i will rest but now i need to focus on these cases." Greg grumbled and sipped the hot coffee slowly.

Donovan sighed. "those cases can wait. You need rest. If you don't have the energy, how are you going to continue to finish this case?"

Greg put the cup of coffee on the table and clasped his hands in front of his face. His eyes were closed tightly. "well, I know how. You just do your work, Donovan"

Donovan rolled her eyes. "You have said the same thing many times" And she left Greg alone with his thoughts.

Greg grumbled tiredly and opened his eyes and noticed a beige file in front of him. Donovan deliberately put it in front of him so that he would notice the file. Greg glared at the file in frustration. Good, another case eh?

Greg opened the file and took out several pieces of report paper. Well here goes nothing.

Biodata about victims of murders at each illegal facility. Those people who are in every facility should be arrested a long time ago but with how hidden the place is, they are not able to trace every facility. Not to mention those people are high caliber assassins. They have experienced to kill in a specific or brutal way. Those people are dangerous but the one who killed them is even more dangerous.

The one who killed them is a person with high and long experience and intelligence. They are unbreakable and destructive. Mass murder for them is like cutting weeds in a field. They will be pruned one by one until they are gone and there are no more. No more high caliber assassins and no more illegal facilities.

Greg sighed heavily. Those things are becoming more and more dangerous. Just wait for the serial killer to start attacking civilization and it's going to be more dangerous.

And then, all of a sudden. The sound of footsteps rushing towards his office was heard. The office door was opened wide by Donovan with a concerned and serious face. Greg looked confused.

"Sir, there is an unknown call probably from the same caller before" Donovan informed.

Greg got up and hurried out of his office. Greg was wearing a black jacket as well as a gun in a holster on his waist. Greg looked at Donovan with a serious frown.

"where is it this time?"

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*Illegal facility under London*

Sherlock, John and Greg walked towards the crime scene underground which was now illuminated by the light of a lamp installed by some officers there. There are a handful of forensic experts taking pictures and writing down some notes and evidence that are there with concentrate on their faces. Those people who are there are the same people who have been working on this case since the beginning.

"god good, now they have underground facility" Greg grumbled while illuminating several areas with a flashlight.

"well, those people who started this thing are quite insane. They build illegal facilities just to raise assassins and do experiments on them. It's just..crazy" John replied.

Sherlock looked around the place. His eyes searched and made deductions to every inch of the place carefully. Most likely, the one who killed those people may have left any clues there before they flew away. Now it is quite impossible.

"and the one who killed them is quite insane too. We don't know how many people did this massive murder. It's quite impossible for just one person to do this." Greg said with a worried expression on his face.

"It could be. We don't know if that one person is enough to commit this big murder. Obviously they have high experience to kill" Sherlock interrupted and walked to John's side.

Greg just kept quiet. And so they got to the scene. Sherlock then looked around the place. Good thing all the bodies have been moved and taken to St Bart's hospital for post-mortem. About 30 people were killed there. All of them died on the spot. No one survived. So this murderer really killed everything. Nothing can stop them.

Blood was everywhere, the ceiling, walls and floor were covered in blood. items such as furniture and gadgets are scattered and destroyed. Weapons such as guns and knives were all destroyed and filled with blood. Not a single item was not painted with blood.

As if the person who made all these things made heavy art using blood. Brutal, animalistic and insane. Not a good thing that can be described with what happened in that place. No one can imagine what happened there.

"this thing just keeps getting more and more brutal" John said under his breath.

"I can say the same thing" Greg replied with a face scrunched in disgust with the iron smell of blood there.

Sherlock who doesn't seem bothered by the smell there just focuses on every inch of the place. Still there are no clues there. and this makes Sherlock even more irritated with the lack of clues. Sherlock then (with gloves on) took the knife that was full of blood on the blade. The magnifying glass was taken out and Sherlock flicked open the magnifying glass and brought the magnifying glass closer to the bloody blade. There seems to be a piece of skin on the blade that is still fresh but overall it is full of blood. 4 stabs should do so with how many serrations on the top of the blade. Sherlock then put the knife down again. Nope. still nothing. No fingerprint indeed.

Seems like people who do this know how to hide clues about themselves. This is getting more and more irritated.

Sherlock frowned deeply. Try to understand and examine every detail that he overlooked. Probably something that he feels he missed. Greg and John looked at Sherlock anxiously.

"anything?" Greg muttered in his raspy voice.

Sherlock without looking replied. "Nothing yet" Sherlock then looked at John with an unreadable face. "Something that I feel I still missed"

John tilted his head slightly. "like?"

"They know how to hide their identity like you said before but-" Sherlock muttered to John mostly to himself.

"But?" Greg cut off.

"But this is not group work but individual work" Sherlock looked at Greg whose name he thought was Gavin.

"Individual work? How?" Lestrade replied with disbelief.

"They planned this almost perfectly judging here it's like a group work but it's only one person. Although, 30 assassins look like a group work but what they're fighting is one person" Sherlock explained.

"And what things do you think you miss?" John questioned.

"something I feel familiar but not. The crime they left behind reminds me of a cold case a few years ago. The one massacre at the Russian facility" Sherlock replied blankly. John looked at Greg trying to make sure Greg heard what Sherlock was saying. Something familiar but not familiar to him. What do they mean?

"you don't mean-"

"that this is from the same killer?" John finished Lestrade's sentence.

Sherlock nodded slightly and looked at the knife that was left on the floor not far from where the corpse was.

"the killer uses the left hand as their warning hand to hold the knife and the right hand as their dominant hand to kill the victims such as choke, punch or pulled a trigger or stab. The left hand is only as a warning. Other than that, they seem aggressive but at the same time like make the killing look slow and painful with how many pieces of skins on that knife" Sherlock pointed at the bloodied knife on the floor.

"They stab and pull the knife out slowly and twist to make sure it can do more damage and how painfully slow the victim will feel. It seems like they enjoy hearing the victim scream. Anyhow, this knife is only used for one victim" Sherlock demonstrates how the killer did it by holding John and repeatedly doing stabbing motions and twisting on John's chest with an imaginary knife.

"Could be the leader of this place. what's his name?" Sherlock asked Greg.

"Felix Volkov"Greg answered.

"well, probably they have a grudge against the head of the facilities before. Probably they kill for themselves. No one orders them, only they order themselves" Sherlock ended.

Greg and John blinked for a few times.

"So you mean our killer killed out of revenge?" John said.

"Obviously" Sherlock replied.

"what about the others?" Greg asked Sherlock who was still flabbergasted.

"Well, it's possible they killed because those assassins get in their way. Only they didn't use the same knife, judging they deliberately left this knife here" Sherlock replied idly.

"for what?" Lestrade replied.

"Could it be that they want to prove that they killed the leader of this place or just a warning?" John looked at Sherlock with a curious expression on his face.

Sherlock looked at John and Lestrade blankly. "Could be both"

Greg sighed heavily. the iron smells of blood still lingering in the air.

"They never leave any notes. It's like Study in Pink all over again" Greg grumbled tiredly.

"only it's not a cab driver" John added.

"Only it is some crazy lunatics person who wants to kill for revenge" Greg paused. "But revenge for what though?"

"That is something I think I miss" Sherlock answered and thought far away.

Unbeknownst to them, Sherlock noticed that the mastermind left something that only Sherlock himself could see.

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*Mycroft's office*

"Y/n is left handed. She doesn't usually use her right hand to write or do any work. Mostly her dominant hand is left."

Sherlock was silent for a moment. What he thinks is right is wrong. Y/n is not right handed like the killer he thinks. You must be wondering why Sherlock thinks the killer is Y/n because he believes his twins sister is still out there and alive. But he is wrong. Not Y/n never Y/n.

Mycroft tilted his head to the side a little trying to observed his body language. Want to say that Mycroft is concerned with his younger brother is the first thing he feels. This missing case has long been a cold case. It's impossible to 'unfreeze' the case back and find the missing person after several years it was abandoned. The missing person can be either alive or dead. But for Sherlock, nothing can block him from solving certain cases involving his family.

"why do you ask such question? did you find something that quite interesting to you?" Mycroft asked Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at Mycroft longingly after a few moments later he reached into the pocket of his black trench coat and pulled something out and held it out for Mycroft to see.

"a card?" Mycroft confusedly looked at Sherlock.

"look again hard, what do you notice?" Sherlock directed.

Mycroft looked hard at the white card as Sherlock instructed him. And then he noticed in the middle of the card there is a translucent symbol that can only be seen with light at the right angle.

"there's a symbol. an umbrella symbol" Mycroft muttered and looked at Sherlock with a questioning expression.

Sherlock nodded in confirmation.

 "do you classify it as being from Y/n?" Mycroft looked at Sherlock curiously.

"I don't know.. but think again. Umbrella. The music box, The crooked man. The Crooked Man has an umbrella in his hand. Isn't it a bit related to her?" Sherlock tried to make an assumption.

"It could be. But still, Sherlock. I don't want to make the assumption that Y/n is the mastermind of all this. We both still believe that she is still alive and out there. Not the one who did all these things. But if she.. if she is the mastermind of all this. We better find her no matter what." Mycroft sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose.  

"don't you think what I'm doing is in vain? I don't say that Y/n is the mastermind of all this. But the one who is masterminding all of this seems to have something to do with her. I just need to go deeper and deeper into this case. It's like the mastermind is trying to give a message but not to the police but for us." Sherlock put the card in his blazer pocket and crossed his arms over his chest.

"i noticed that. From the beginning of this case, the mastermind seems to be trying to get your attention, but obviously the attention got to the Scotland Yard first, not until the fourth mass murder happened. Lestrade decided to get your help. And from there, we can see that the mastermind has started to leave some messages in a rather strange way" Mycroft began to put words together.

"but still it doesn't make sense until this one comes" Sherlock patted his chest where the card was placed.

"only one card you found?" Mycroft stated towards Sherlock.

"yes" Sherlock replied simply.

Mycroft just nodded and stare into nothingness. "whatever it takes, Sherlock. Find her."

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"Whatever you do, Sherlock. Don't rush. The suspect is still at the scene so we're better don't rush if you want to live" John warned him sternly like a father scolding his son for being disobeyed.

Sherlock grumbled and pulled up the collar of his trench coat to stop the chilling wind on his face.

Lestrade walked in front of them leading towards the place surrounded by Scotland Yard police. The whole alcohol factory was surrounded by police forces to ensure that the suspect remained in the factory otherwise they would run away and disappear making their trail work difficult for Scotland Yard.

All the factory workers have been evacuated and some of them have gone home because they don't want to be near the scene for their safety. The only person left is the owner of the factory as a suspect hostage which is kind of weird for the factory workers there but Scotland Yard knows the real background of the owner of the alcohol factory.

"Allen Austerbury, 39 years old. Owner of this factory plus one of the scientists for the Assassin facility in London. He cooperated with several founders of the assassin facilities in Russia and Germany so he is an important person in this matter" Lestrade said clearly to Sherlock .

"he was a scientist? And now owns the biggest brewery here? Unbelievable" John sighed.

"Could it be that he wants to escape from his past and low profile himself so that other assassins or founders won't find him" Lestrade made an assumption.

"or it could be that he ran away because he knew there would be someone hunting him" Sherlock mumbled then slowly entered the factory door.

"someone hunting him?" John walked beside him.

"A scientist will not be willingly quit a job that he is passionate about suddenly if he finds out that something is going wrong or someone is hunting him. So he only has two options, continue being a scientist or quit his job and run away" Sherlock explained while looking around the empty factory.

The goods there are still in their place. So that's not what matters to the assassin. The matter is that the owner of this factory is being held as a hostage who is likely to meet his death if they do not act quickly.

Sherlock, John and Lestrade walked slowly without making any footsteps as the assassin was still there plus they didn't want to attract the attention of the assassin so they slowly moved and approached the center of the factory where the workers claimed that the owner of the factory was in dragged by the assassin to the middle of the factory by force.

There stood two glimpses in the middle of the factory. One was kneeling and the other was standing behind the kneeling with their hands pulling the man's hair upwards looking at the ceiling. The man grunted in pain. His face is bleeding with the effect of being beaten. He spits blood.

"What- what do you want?" he stuttered.

The assassin tilted their head slightly and leaned their face close to the man's ear. The mask they wore muffled their voices making it difficult for the three men who witnessed the situation to recognize the gender of the voice.

"что ты делаешь, ты вернешься" they said in a cold voice and pulled the man's hair so hard that he screamed in pain.

'what you do, you get back'

"You" he spat while gritting his teeth furiously. Blood painted his white teeth as he spat blood and saliva onto their masks.

The assassin didn't respond in any way but just pulled the man's hair so hard that you could imagine that the man's scalp would be torn off. The owner of the factory screamed in pain and struggled to be released from the man's grip. But then he stopped struggling against their holds and started to let out a chuckled. His shoulders shooks in amusement.

He sighed contentedly. "I can't believe that my own lab rat experiment will kill me for revenge." he scoffed. "You are one of the most successful lab rats I have ever created, Little girl. Surely you wouldn't dare to kill your creator" he added.

The assassin tightened her hold on the man's scalp making him wince in pain. "You took away my life.. now I'm going to take away your life too" the assassin or little girl like the man said earlier said in English.

Sherlock, John and Lestrade who were hiding from their views were both able to pick up the accent on the assassin. A bit Russian and a bit British. Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he heard what the assassin said. She was obviously taken or rather kidnapped by those illegal facilities. Taken away from family and life. No wonder she wants revenge.

Allen Austerbury chuckled sarcastically and let out a few breaths. Blood still flows from his wounds. "Think about it again, girl. Your family doesn't care about you. If they care about you, surely one of your siblings will accompany you at that time. But well, no one accompanies you, isn't it?"

the assassin tightened her grip on him and glared at him. "You don't know anything"

Allen chuckled darkly. "oh, please.. I know everything about you.. Your family and your life.. I know everything"

She started fuming with great anger as she started to remove the dagger from her hips and put the dagger to Allen's neck. Just one slit, he will take his last breath. Allen shuddered and started begging for his life.

But the Assassin ignored him as she started to slice her prey's throat, ending his life. But the killing slice didn't come as Lestrade and the other two came out of their hiding place. Lestrade staring dagger at the assassin with gun pointed at her.

"Don't move, put the dagger down on the ground, now" Lestrade commanded.

John, also pointing the gun at the assassin moved to Lestrade's side while Sherlock stayed behind. His eyes are still observing the scenes in front of him.

The assassin tilted her head slightly, staring at Lestrade and John with sharp eyes, ready to strike at them both at any moment. But as her eyes slid to Sherlock, her movement seemed to stiffen.

John and Lestrade may not have noticed this but Sherlock did. He noticed the assassin's lack of movement. The once sharp eyes turned into curious eyes. Looking at Sherlock as if recognizing him from somewhere. Sherlock narrowed his eyes in questioning.

"Put the dagger down and let him go. You have nowhere to run now. This place is under siege. Anything you try to do will not happen" Lestrade warned.

The assassin eyes turned her gaze from Sherlock towards Lestrade, eyes sharp again. She let go the dagger to the ground and pushed Allen to the floor hard making the man cried out in pain.

Lestrade approached the woman slowly, gun still pointed at the woman. John also moved forward, in case something going wrong he needs to be ready. The woman was just silent and stiff, letting Lestrade approach her.

As Lestrade was approaching her, the assassin quickly pulled Lestrade's hand hard and threw him to the side making Lestrade thumping to the ground. John automatically moves and tries to smack the woman with his gun but the woman dodges before kicking John in the stomach. John gasped and landed on the ground. Arms around his stomach.

Sherlock eyes widened after seeing the scenes before he too moved forward trying to hold back the strong woman. He who has a little bit of hand to hand combat can be said to be able to survive for a long time to dodge or hit back at the woman but then he too falls to the ground.

Sherlock winced in pain. He then got up and quickly fisted his hand at the woman's face, smacking the mask she was wearing. The mask opened and fell to the ground just like the woman who fell to the ground. She landed on the side of her body making her face hidden in between her shoulders. Sherlock was breathing fast as he wiped some of the blood on the side of his mouth. John and Lestrade who had recovered from their pain slowly got up and walked to Sherlock's side.

The assassin breathing fast, frustrated that she lost the fight. Sherlock with his stoic face kneel by the woman's side and touch the woman's shoulder making her flinched and slapped Sherlock's hand from her shoulder but Sherlock already gripped her hand out of reflex tightly. Sherlock pushed the woman to lie down, face facing the ceiling. Not knowing that he's going to regret doing that.

His eyes widened. His body language seemed stiff as he looked at the person's face. All around him turned into a blurring atmosphere. His mind is rapidly thinking. He was shocked when he recognized the eyes. The innocent eyes he grew up with. The same eyes as his but held joy and twinkle in them before but now held emotionless and empty spark. Eyes darkened held nothing but revenge.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"How did you know?" Sherlock asked quickly, his mind trying to find that old memory.

Eurus looked back at her brother. Slowly, a small extra unpleasant smile began to appear on her face.

"How did I know? 'She' taught you, don’t you remember? How can you not remember that? How can you not remember 'her'?" answered Eurus with a sorrowful tone of voice, her eyes showed sadness but managed to hide it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"You still don’t know about Redbeard and your other half, do you?" Eurus said in her blank tone. The small smile that was engraved earlier is gone and what replaces the smile on her face is her emotionless expression again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'Y/n'

His twin sister by five minutes. His long lost twin. His other half is the mastermind behind all this. His long forgotten or rather rewritten sibling. His twin sister who he thought was dead now is sitting in front of him. Alive.

He knows those eyes. He knows her older face even though he only saw her when she was little but he knows those faces. The face that held similarities with him but only she is female. The female version of him in front of him. Sherlock sunk his breath. He let go his gripped from her hand and her shoulder before back away from her.

His face held a sign of recognition and stunned. Eyes widen, mouth slightly opened still not believing what he saw. Y/n sat up from lie down and looked at Sherlock with observation on her face. She tilted her head to the side trying to recognize the face of the man in front of her. The face that is almost the same as hers but only it's a man. A man who is her age, sharing the same eyes and looks.

She's trying to approach Sherlock but only to be stopped by Lestrade who is handcuffing her behind. John who was given spare handcuffs by Lestrade started handcuffing Allen who was still lying on the ground.

Although Y/n's face held no emotions when handcuffed but her eyes still remained on Sherlock. Lestrade helped her to stand up before being pushed (not hard) to walk out of the factory. Sherlock remained sitting on the ground with an unreadable look.

[hazbinbabbling4ever]

I was watching s2e13 of Gravity Falls, where the whole family is watching a Mystery Duck series where there's a parody of Sherlock Holmes in the form of a duck, and it's revealed he has an evil twin brother. This episode aired several years before the disaster that was Sherlock BBC s4e3, where it's revealed Sherlock has an... evil sister. I can't believe they predicted Sherlock BBC stooping so low as to employ the evil (twin) brother plot wist, and yet...

[nightingale2004]

Sherlock BBC next generation: Johnlock version

Athena Jessica Watson Holmes

Faceclaim: Emily Rudd

Athena is the biological daughter of Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes and older twin of her brother Hamish Scott Watson Holmes

Is the oldest twin by 10 minutes and 32 seconds

She takes after Sherlock but has a bit of Irene in her

Both Athena and Hamish were left on Sherlock's doorstep shortly after they were born

Similar to Sherlock, her deduction skills are flawless (in her words)

Considers John to be her parental figure and compatible with her father than Irene

She doesn't call Irene her mother, only by her first name

Unlike Sherlock, she actually likes learning astronomy

She has a love for art, fencing, and playing violin

She secretly pickpockets the entire London police, including Greg (it's her source of entertainment every now and then)

She hates socializing and finds "normal people" very, very.......boring (her sister, John, Molly, Mrs. Hudson and Greg are the exception)

She is fiercely protective of her siblings

Mastered the art of shutting off her emotions (in her opinion)

Loves experimenting with body parts or dead bodies with Sherlock

Loves to accompany both her dads to crime scenes

She has no filter

She is an extremely quick learner

Has her own mind palace

Is very skilled in martial arts

She takes ballet and art classes (mostly to avoid boredom)

Goes to the library..........a lot

Is a chemistry and science genius

Makes fun of her uncle Mycroft (Sherlock's idea)

Secretly keeps in contact with her aunt Eurus

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Hamish Scott Watson Holmes

Faceclaim: Asa Butterfield

Younger twin of Athena and youngest son of Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler

Unlike his twin, he's more sensitive than her and a little more empathetic to people.

Sherlock and John got an Irish setter for their kids and named him Redbeard

He takes after Sherlock in personality but looks like Irene with a hint of Sherlock

He is also very intelligent, like his father

He plays violin, piano and cello

He prefers to observe the crime scene from a distance

When he is in thinking mode, he becomes exactly like his sister and Sherlock

He is Molly's favorite

He knows how to shoot from a crossbow and a long bow

Hamish and Athena destroy their father at clue

He is a little slow on deductions, but he is still good.

Math genius

Extremely adventurous

He shoots arrows and darts at the wall when bored or frustrated

Hamish and his sister's visit their grandparents when they can

Both Hamish and Athena get Lestrade's name wrong every time

Both the Holmes twins correct their teachers if they something wrong in their lesson (which to them, is all the time)

Both John and Sherlock made the twins promise not to say their deductions out loud to their teachers or anyone involved in their educational journey (to avoid suspension or expulsion)

Prefer to be called high functioning sociopaths

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Rosamund "Rose/Rosie" Mary Watson Holmes

Faceclaim: Meg Donnelly

Rose is the youngest Holmes in her family and considers herself and her father the only normal and sane ones in the family

She is John and Mary's daughter and Sherlock's stepdaughter

Despite not being related by blood, Rose loves her older siblings very much

Both John and Sherlock taught all their children self defense

She inherited her dad's love for creative writing

Rose has her own blog and even makes posts on her social media about her family and their adventures

Loves reading John's stories

She is sometimes jealous of Sherlock and her older siblings and their intellect

Every time she meets a boy, Athena and Hamish make a deduction about him or chase him away

Has a love for the medical field

Hates when bullies or most people make rude comments or remarks about her family

She and John cook

Rose has a picture of her mom

♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤

+ Mrs. Hudson's grand daughter

Allison "Ally" Martha Hudson

Faceclaim: Virginia Gardner

Allison is the granddaughter of the late Mrs. Martha Hudson

After Mrs. Hudson passed away (R.i.p to the legend Una Stubbs 🙏 you will be remembered). Ally's mom inherited the famous 221b Baker Street building, and now both Ally and her mom moved to London permanently and kept the building running

Allison was originally born and raised in America, but both Ally and her mom would visit Mrs. Hudson to spend some time with her

Allison loved her grandmother very much and held her close to her heart

Loved hearing her grandmother's crazy stories

She knows the Holmes family and has babysat the twins and Rosamund whenever she came to visit over the holidays

Sherlock and John see Allison and her mom as part of their family since Mrs. Hudson was family to them and their kids

Ally feels like she's the Holmes kids' mother and big sister most of the time

Hates it when the twins shoot her wall and keep crazy stuff in the fridge

Knows how to handle a gun

She is a divorce child

Weeks after her parents divorced, she never saw her dad again, and Ally spent a month over with Mrs. Hudson

She loves getting involved with the Holmes kids and their adventures

Reminds them constantly that she is NOT THEIR HOUSEKEEPER

[ohwhataniight]

I'm stuck on your heart - Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

On AO3

Strumming my pain with his fingers

John’s life suddenly becomes dim, with only Rosie left to light it up. If anyone had told him a couple of weeks ago that he would find himself co-parenting a child with a person he was hardly on speaking terms with, he would have laughed incredulously at the fella, being out of their mind and all.

The thing is, he’s pissed. How could Sherlock hide from him a thing as important as a date? In all honesty, John knows that Sherlock has every right to, that Sherlock deserves to have his own life. Still, they’re raising a child - his child - together. And that’s becoming increasingly difficult.

Sherlock looks after Rosie while John is at work, then disappears into Mrs. Hudson’s basement, doing God-knows-what. On a few occasions, John has caught him playing “Killing me softly with his song” on the violin. He doesn’t go out a lot, which probably means that the date at the pub didn’t go that great, but the obvious fact that the detective is in pining mode doesn’t make John feel any better.

The festive spirit of the days has suddenly become oppressive, but it’s importnat to John that he stays as cheerful as possible for his daughter, even though the Christmas carols that Sherlock plays for her make his insides turn.

They exchange the most words on a few times when they’re out on a case together, but John gradually starts saying no - he doesn’t want to leave Rosie with Mrs. Hudson for a long time, what with her not getting any younger as time passes.

He loves the time he spends with Rosie, tossing her into the air, tickling her, reading her fairytales and tucking her into bed. He just wishes he wouldn’t get this hollow feeling in his chest every time he notices Sherlock looking absent-minded.

One morning, in the middle of December, Mrs. Hudson stops him at the doorway as he’s putting his coat on to leave for work. “Do you know what Rosie told me yesterday, dear? Papa no love She’lock. Do you really think that this long face of yours is worth it? Think of the baby.”

John’s lips tighten into a thin line. He slowly nods. “I’ll talk to Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you. And... sorry. For that.”

That evening, when he returns from the surgery, he dresses Rosie and the two of them head out to meet Harry for coffee. They’ve gradually grown closer together, after she met Rosie and fell in love with her. Harry is doing better for herself now, and she also recently seems to have grown quite keen on Sherlock. In the past, John didn’t remember feeling such warmth when he spotted Harry’s butch haircut and sturdy figure sitting at a cafe, waiting for him. She does look like his twin brother, he’s always thought, thoughts drifting back to that first night he met Sherlock.

Harry spends a good ten minutes playing with Rosie, and giving her gifts (John feels the least happy about the toy harmonica - “to accompany Sherlock with”).

“So, tell me what’s ailing you,” Harry asks, sipping her machiato. The flashing fairy lights from the decorations that hang above their heads are illuminating her round face in rapid stacattos. “It’s him, isn’t it?” she asks when John doesn’t respond. “Has he found someone else?”

John surprises himself with the lack of defensiveness in his response. “It seems so, yes.”

“How many times have I told you since we were kids, John? You can’t freeze with fear when there’s something you fear, when there's something you desire. You need to speak up, be open with your feelings, before it’s too late.”

John for once, doesn’t respond. Rosie is sitting in a giant armchair, red checkered dress, white woollen tights and shiny shoes already a mess as she munches on her cupcake. She occupies herself with her new toys as John leans forward towards his sister. “I never expected we’d come to this, Harry.”

“It’s never too late to act for what you want. Our parents’ repression isn't a good look on you, John.”

As they’re paying and walking out of the cafe, getting ready to hail a cab to go home, a black limousine appears and pulls back in front of them. Harry sighs. “Duty calls you, I see. Make it right, John.”

He inhales, exhales, then kisses her on the cheek, trying to contain Rosie who’s already trying to get into the car, yelling “Unc’e Myc’oft!” They really do have to teach her a thing or two about getting into cars with tinted windows.

They climb onto the back seat. Anthea coos at Rosie, who doesn’t seem to mind the time and place and starts experimenting with her new harmonica. John’s life is a big mess.

They meet at a quiet playground at Notting Hill. “Can you not, with the baby?” John hisses when he spots Mycroft, ridiculously expensive suit and all, sitting on a bench, his weight resting on his umbrella that's fixed on the ground.

“Hello, little Watson, hello, big Watson,” Mycroft forces a smile, handing a granola bar to Rosie. “It’s sugarfree. Anthea will push you on the kiddie swing, run along.” He turns to John. "This playground was licensed recently, passed all tests with perfect marks. I had it checked".

John doesn’t take his eyes from Rosie as Anthea lifts her up and places her on the swing near the bench, but thankfully their encounter with Sherlock’s brother is brief.

“It was young love, as they call it, John,” Mycroft says quietly. “Victor Trevor, he broke Sherlock’s heart in the university. I won’t try to hide the truth from you. It wasn’t for a case, or anything like that. But I assure you, it wouldn’t have happened if you had gotten your act together sooner.”

“Your brother’s apparently... existing love life is no concern of mine, Mycroft,” John states. “Especially not a good enough reason to take me into dark playgrounds when I have Rosie with me”.

“I know my brother better than he thinks, John,” Mycroft exhales a thick cloud of air. “Do what’s right. For all our sakes. It’s Christmas”.

These days are full of firsts. John would never have assumed that Mycroft Holmes would be caught, dead or alive, using Crhistmas as an excuse or a reason to do anything. He wonders if he really does know something.

They are dropped off at Baker street. For now, all that John can concern himself with, is bathing Rosie and putting her to bed.

[jslmasaysmoneyisbest]

Adult Raon

Raon was slowly growing past everyone

At a certain time War god and another god made a deal they will take Choi Han to the fountain of youth which will de-age him and then send him off into the future where everyone has been reincarnated.

Until then Raon will be immortal frozen in time not aging until he reaches the reincarnations 200,000 years of the future

Raon will wallow in grief for years never moving completly shutting down after a couple years and soon Death finds him trying to figure out why Choi Han has not died nor ascended (he in grif started to ignore the tcf world because come on Death is attached in a way)

He finds Raon covered in grass and bugs and dirt and bugs in his eyes and just looks at him welp he is immortal and takes him to the god realm. The gods basically help Raon live again and reteach him.

(BTW Despair is trapped inside a tiny squirrel)

Suddenly their pantheon starts to collapse and they use the last bit of power to send Raon home.

He then travels around the world with different identities One being like Sherlock Holmes and basically just adopts gremlin children who become immortal slow aging with him.

Finally 200,000 have passed and Hunters Towers Systems and everything are a thing

Raon is imprisoned by the Hunter Academy Director and chained with such he becomes a teacher to the lowest class

Kim and Cale the twins who have no power

Alberu the shut in who is terrified of leaving the house

Choi Han who forgets everything every 3 mins

and more

Everyone has reincarnated

including the gods

Suddenly stars disappeard and constellations are brought down

Now the group Raon and his children must help stop a chaotic evil god trying to destroy all pantheons

The gods reincarnates slowly remember and recreate their own pantheon which gives them the tcf group extra power

I also had the idea of White Star being reborn as the twins older brother who is in the mafia

So yeah. Also I am writing this

[lunadreamscaper]

VT/P.I.E. Headcanon list!!

This is all my personal takes and opinions, I guess also are canon in my “au”/spin off.

If there’s any you like from this you can take inspiration or adopt any of these if you like them I will not mind <3

But if you don’t like some of these (which is fine bc you don’t have to), please be kind, especially since some of these are based off/inspired by personal experiences as well as some of my Headmates experiences (that I got permission to use as headcanons 🙏🏻) I just hope people won’t find some of these upsetting? I don’t think they are upsetting but sometimes difference of opinions can be distressing so I understand 🫂

Anyways here goes:

Toast and Ghost have a queer platonic relationship (this one might be a hot take but also we need more rep like this Imo 🙏🏻)

The Level 25 demon from Spooker’s debut video is the one that turned Ghost into the Puppet. (And was probably the one who put those FNAF ghosts in Swift Taylor’s house lol)

Another lvl 25 demon one: I like to think it pulled “a Bipper” (Gravity Falls reference yes) and used Spooker’s body, that’s why you see Spooker as a “ghost” but then later on was normal/living again. Also why we see Spooker in the dimension where Housekeeper is trapped and later towards the end of the Puppet arc in the crypt where Ghost sees him. (Also watch the Haunted by Pennywise video 😭) I don’t think the demon lives in Spooker’s body like how people think demon!Jimmy does though.

Speaking of Jimmy, he’s a very traumatized alter (I’m a system in case anyone is concerned by that 😭🙏🏻 )

Ghost has some supernatural abilities? And is sensitive to dimensional shifts that happen (which happens a lot considering how unstable their world is) as well as understanding lower level paranormal entities, and sometimes visions of specific events (reference to Spooker’s debut video and “Johnny Ghost meets Freddy the dinosaur” video) and a few others that Jimmy also takes advantage of. Also dreams. He gets weird dreams sometimes.

Gavin Toast speaks in an American Accent sometimes, originally to separate himself from his twin.

I’ve already mentioned Ghost being intersex and demisexual I think but still adding it.

Dark Pit’s disappearance after joining P.I.E. In its early days has something to with Darth Calculus…

Ghost had a fear of umbrellas as a kid.

The Lvl 25 Demon and Stardust Sprinkleshine are a divorced couple/hsrs

Toast paid Josh to keep an eye on Ghost during his retirement arc (reference to my comic Heart Attack xD)

Timothy Casket and Chakalata Soup may have been business partners… before ending in disagreement.

Gavin maybe an Acalacam experiment that was only found out later by Darth Calculus (Gavin and Johnny T.’s father never learning that it actually sort of worked.)

Toast’s mother hates Ghost, except nowadays tries to hire people to kill him so he stops spending time with her son but ofc he keeps coming back like a damn revenant lmao

Spooker and Colon are boyfriends (sorry this is a ship but like they literally kissed in the 5 yr anniversary stream and I dreamt about it so I have to acknowledge it)

Spooker did used to have a crush on boyfailure Johnny Ghost though

The reason the VT world is so scuffed and has so many dimensions is bc they all live in the shattered remnants of a broken world.

My fan comic Supernatural Crossover, and Sherlock crossover on wattpad are technically canon to my spin off (except for the Gravity Falls one that one is retconned but fun fact Timothy Casket is in that one and I’m reusing the ideas from it for other things)

Timothy Casket totally wasn’t a serial killer and also totally didn’t get his kid(s) involved traumatizing them and changing the course of their lives forever.

Ghost has a twin brother but that’s mostly for Strive SMP shenanigans

Cardboard Friend is made up of many souls of children that possessed a cardboard toy creation made by Gregory…

There’s a cult out there somewhere with significant importance.

Johnny Ghost also has lead poisoning and some other issues bc of the old mansion’s condition (the one from the first Cardboard Friend video)

Johnny Ghost is also really pale because Cardboard Friend ate off his life force and sanity but got away probably in the Nick of time probably bc of some permanent effects?? (probably why that video made no fucking sense bc it was from Ghost/Gregory’s perspective)

It’s actually really traumatizing to separate twins from each other while they’re young. So if you take into consideration that Johnny Toast and Gavin were probably not allowed to interact and Ghost being separated from his twin too, that makes Ghost and Toast two twinless twins that trauma bonded to each other which is probably why they have a lot of separation issues.

Colon is a witchcraft practitioner (reference to “Moving didn’t go as Johnny planned” video)

I also used to believe Colon is a retired undercover cop or detective but also like ACAB and I barely remember why I came up with that so idk if I’ll keep it but I definitely need more Colon headcanons

Josh is also hired to babysit Woah for Spooker and Colon from time to time :3

Josh also makes really good pumpkin pie (since she was a pumpkin farmer) Ghost also really likes this pie.

Also Spooker is trans and pan while Colon is gay (these ones are special bc it was from a dream)

I’ll also add the universally accepted hc that Toast is bisexual (and demiromantic??)

Josh is also bi and polyamorous (maybe a demi girl but not sure yet)

Ghost is on the Spectrum, (most of pie probably is but the one I’m confident on is Ghost at least)

Sometimes paranormal entities can sort of fuse and/or mesh together to sometimes become stronger (but can separate… sometimes) *cough cough the paranormal tornado cough cough and CBF cough cough*

And lastly Ghost is 5’4, Toast is 6’6, Spooker is 5’7, and Colon is 6’1 (Gavin is the same height as J. Toast and Josh is either 5’3 or 5’5 I haven’t decided yet 😭)

Okay I’m gonna stop there for now but if I remember anything that’s important to me I’ll add them in like a reblog to this post.

Sorry it’s so long! Also had to keep some of these vague to avoid… spoilers ig?

If you’re curious about any of these tho feel free to ask and I can talk more about ‘em!! :3 <3

Maybe I’ll share some more Acachalla related headcanons but not today

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Really long headcanon post for the stuff that I’ve posted on Wattpad :3

Massachusetts:

-Mans is my height, 5'6, and he hates being bullied about being the shortest of his brothers lmao

-Is twins with New Jersey, though Jersey makes fun of him cuz he's five minutes younger

-he has reddish brown shoulder-length wavy hair and hazel eyes

-mf is built like the Dwayne Johnson though he's just missing the height

-TRANSMASC MASS SUPREMACY 🛐🛐

-this man acts all tough until the cramps come along. Then he's dead.

-doctor of the statehouse, along with Texas. He deals with sickness/illness whilst Texas deals with injuries. Though he can do both cuz we love that.

-tried learning how to make flower crowns cuz NY would always make them for everyone when they were younger. He tried his best, and he's actually kinda okay at it, so him and any will just hang out and make flower crowns.

-^he has put a spell on every single flower crown that he's ever given or received so that they never shrivel up and die

-OCD, autism, and ADHD

-loves rock, metal, and punk music. Especially FFDP (THEY HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING THAT FRICKIN' GOOD LIKE WHAT-)

-friends with the OG13 (no dip Sherlock-), Maine, Texas, and Louisiana.

-REFUSES TO ADMIT HE HAS A SOFT SPOT FOR NEW YORK. EVEN IF HE'S ACTIVELY HUGGING HIM. HE WILL DENY IT TILL THE DAY HE DIES. HE WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THIS DAMN KID.

-^the moment he met New York, he was filled with the urge to take him away from England immediately. He does pick favorite brothers btw. And it's New York.

-sharp lil canines like he's a friggin vampire smh

Sippi:

-he is a squishy boy and we love that <3 it just makes him better for cuddling

-he's not short, not tall, he's only 5'8.

-he's a pathetic loser tbh but we still love him

-sippi loves stuffed animals, but his favorite is a teddy bear that was given to him by New York (fun fact, teddy bears were invented in Brooklyn, and were named after the president that refused to shoot a bear!).

-he named it Mr. Cuddles, and it is the most beat up stuffed animal that he owns (as in, its ear had to be sewn back on, one of its eyes has been replaced by a button, and it has random stitches and patches all over) but he still loves it and cherishes it to this day.

-friends with (omg he has friends????) Texas, Louisiana, Florida, New York, South Carolina and Georgia

-yes yes he is but a cuddly marshmallow. Until you hurt someone he loves. Then you're dead.

-he SCREAMS whenever there's a bug. Strangely though, he likes ants, moths, and butterflies.

-mans is colorblind

-he doesn't like his squishy-ness and has tried to starve himself on numerous occasions :(

-I think that the fact that he's been owned by 3 different countries is grounds to give him abandonment issues right? Okay.

-if it weren't for his friends just simply existing, he would've been long gone by now. (same tho- I mean what?)

-I'm not gonna say he's hurt himself before, but I'm not gonna say he hasn't either 👁️👁️

-bro thinks that anybody he gets close to is gonna leave him :[

-if he gets hurt, he's not gonna bother telling anyone cuz he doesn't wanna feel like a failure for not being able to defend himself

Texas:

-this man is T A L L- he's 6'5 (not as tall as Alaska though so HA-)

-I imagine him to be very slim and fit, but he has a tiny bit of pudge around his lower stomach and hips and thighs.

-he LOVES animals so, so much. More than humans tbh.

-he has a horse (Ranger), 5 dogs (Rosco, Daisy, Cassy, Billie, and Maria. Rosco and Cassy are German Shepherds, Daisy and Billie are heelers, and Maria is a demonic chihuahua), 3 cats (Mittens, Sassy, and Milo), and 2 snakes (Spot and Harvey).

-^thats just at the statehouse. Back home, he has an animal sanctuary where he takes care of animals, takes them in, nurses them back to health, ect... It's very adorable and I love it.

-speaking of animals, he cannot, I repeat, CANNOT keep it together if an animal dies or gets hurt in a movie. Homeward Bound? Mans was not okay. Hachi? He wasn't ballin', he was bawling 😔.

-I BELIEVE IN TRANSMASC TEXAS SUPREMACY 🛐

-he still wears a binder cuz he doesn't trust the doctors to perform top surgery on him.

-ADHD for DAYS- don't give him an energy drink unless you want a 6'5 chihuahua on cocaine to be following you around.

-ADHD, autism, ocd, depression, anxiety, and ptsd. Idk if daddy issues counts, but he has those for sure.

-this bitch has fallen off of so many things that he no longer takes fall damage

-Mexico was such an asshole to poor Texas...... I wanna skin him alive :)

-Texas CANNOT handle someone raising their hand or voice at him. He can't. He will flinch and/or cry. Which he hates. Cuz he's supposed to have this reputation as the big strong Lone Star State.

-he has SH scars on his wrists, sides, and thighs. They vary from blade marks, to cigarette burns, to even scratches.

-he hates all of his scars so, so much and sees them as nothing but a sign of his weakness and inability to defend himself.

-Texas is also kinda insecure about the little bit of pudge on his lower belly, hips, and thighs. What makes it worse is that he can't really help it. Especially the stomach pudge cuz that's just where his uterus is. Does he know this? Yes. Is he still insecure? Yes.

-he often binds too long or forgets that he has his binder on until it's too late and there is severe bruising and even minor bleeding underneath the band. Along with breathing difficulties.

-^to make the breathing difficulties thing worse, he has asthma :)

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