#sorry i answered both in one but they were sharing a number lol

[its-a-coffin]

for the artist asks - #2, #5, #9, #13, #23

#2- hmm well i dont know if we have a concrete style but, i like how we draw eyes sometimes. other thing would be lineart. i am proud of it hehe :3c

#5- that would be things we have less experience in... theyre such a pain to draw. example would be complex machines or anything that requires a lot of details. wanted to say backgrounds too but drawing them isnt as hard as coming up with one...

#9- AAHHH well. hm! funny you ask that! haha! (scrambles to find sfw drawings with sketches still available)

#13- also funny you ask that! we actually rarely measure how long it takes. but if i were to guess it would be around either an hour to 5 or 6 depending on the piece. just watching the sun suddenly go down or rise to measure it.. haha..

#20- definitely this one. it was so fun to draw and it turned out great!! everything went so smoothly. it was an artfight attack, character belongs to @hightro !!

#23- hmm... anything but mistakes LOL

[tiramissyoucake]

Bimbo doll

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Satoru gojo x reader, all characters are 18+, reader is heavily bimbo coded and loves pink, satoru's gross here, 1.3k words approx

CW: Masturbation, satoru gets horny over reader sending him pics of her dresses, satoru has fantasies of reader and she's unaware, again satoru is gross here you've been warned, some proof reading but very little

Notes: I'm so sleepy and I'm too lazy to fix any other mistakes so if you see mistake no you didnt. had to write sth for Satoru, as wit all of my creative works I hate this but I hope u like it though!!

Satoru thinks you're absolutely adorable. From the moment he was blinded by the absurd amount of pink you were wearing, he thought you were the cutest thing on this planet. The coordinated color palettes of your clothes that always had a splash of pink, that shiny layer of gloss on your lips that you regularly reapplied, he gets so happy when he hears the clack of keychains because that means you're near.

Of course he couldn't keep himself away and you both exchanged numbers at one point, you gladly gave it to him after he shot you a lame pick up line— to which you laughed and smiled, simply telling him "you're funny! Sure!"It was almost too good to be true.

You got along well with each other, you both liked sweets, complimented each other's fashion sense, shared a similar sense of humour— when satoru asked you to describe him, you told him that you love being around him because he's fun (you said something about how he 'gets it', a quote about girls.. getting it and others not getting it..? He didn't understand, but he deduced that you like him, and that's all that matters.)

Satoru notices you love sharing tidbits of your day, and most of the time, you usually share a photo related to it in some way along with multiple typos, abbreviations, and emoticons.

"(Name)💘: Toru omg look at these shoes! Super cute right :3" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I went 2 that cafe u told me, the strawberry shortcake is soooo good" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I have 2 go 2 a party tonite, which dress should i choose!1!!??" 4 images sent.

Being friends with you had its benefits, you were comfortable with Satoru, so comfortable that he almost dropped his phone when he opened the images you sent; all of them were minidresses, all of them different shades of pink, all of them hugging your figure so tightly and snuggly he was tempted to stalk your social media to know where this party is.

He couldn't see the details that differentiated each dress, or at least he didn't focus on them as he felt his cock throb in his sweatpants.

"Ooooohhhhhfffuuck..." he mumbled longly to no one in particular, Satoru almost choked on his spit as he sat up from his position in his bed, all the heat rushing to his face as he examined your photos closely. Your poses so cute as you stared at your phone screen in the photos with a small pout, you had the pretty sparkly gloss on this time, that's his favorite..

(Name)💘: TORU OMFG PLZ ANSWEERRRR MY RIDES ALMOST HERE >:(

he almost forgot your little dilemma.

"Sorry lol I was eating, go with this one!!" he forwarded one of the four dresses with his response and sent his text, he felt guilty about lying but what was he supposed to say? 'My bad! You were so hot I got a little hard like some Virgin!' No way in hell.

You answered back quickly, how did you type quicker than he did with nails longer than his? He has a hunch it's because you don't care about typos but the dedication is admirable.

(Name)💘: TGANK UUUUU ill text u after the party!

(Name)💘: thank* lol

He let out a small laugh at your typo, scrolling back to the photos he zoomed in on one of the four he hadn't picked, and the reason why he didn't choose this dress is that he knows no sane rational person with a sexual libido would be able to resist you in this.

You looked so cute, so perfect, Satoru let out a small sigh as he pulled his dick out of his pants hissing at the cold air, his thumb smeared the precum over his tip. He should feel bad– terrible even, but how can he resist? There's no way you have no idea what you do to him, he tried justifying in his mind as his cock throbbed desperately in his hand.

Biting his bottom lip, the image of you in his phone fueled his imagination as he envisioned arriving with you at this party you mentioned, having such a pretty thing like you on his arm would be a major ego boost too. The length of your dress could easily allow him to pull down your panties (did you even have a pair on under that dress?), bend you over the host's bathroom sink and slam his cock balls deep inside you, relentlessly filling you then demanding you to pull your panties back up and come back to the party with him as his cum would be dripping between your thighs.

As Satoru bucked his hips up into his hand, he stopped briefly to spit into his hand, deciding there's no time to look for lube, he went back to fucking his hand to the thought of you. If only you knew your new friend got off to these innocent pictures you sent him, if only you knew what he wanted to do to you– he's confident you wouldn't wanna be friends anymore. Shaking his head he pushed aside those thoughts and focused on his current pleasure, his fantasy, his goal of cumming from the pictures of you in those dresses you handpicked to show him.

He mumbled words of encouragement as if you were there with him right now bouncing on his dick instead of the reality of his hand moving up and down, mutters of 'good girl's and praises like "so good, baby" and "yeah? You like that?", desperate to convince himself of his fantasy. Satoru tossed aside his phone long ago after making sure the photos were engraved in his mind, he wasn't expecting you to update him until sometime near midnight.

his eyes closed as his other hand slid up his stomach pushing up the material of his shirt until it reached his collarbone, his fingers trying to find any weak points on his body to rub, pinch or entice as his hand rubbed his dick to the pace of his imaginary storyline; where he dreamed of driving you back home and stuffing you full of his cock until the only word that was in your vocabulary was his name.

"Yesyesyes, (Name)..! Mmmmmhffuck..!" He groaned out as he felt his end near already, his face warming up to a soft reddish pink reminiscent of the tip of his dick as he fucked his hand, soft gasps and groans escaped him as he imagined all the filthy things he could do to you, all the filthy things he wanted to know about you.

What type of panties do you always wear? What type of men make you horny? Who have you been with? Would you let him fuck you? 'Please lemme fuck you, lemme fuck you..! Wanna fuck you..!'

The vulgarity of his desperation made him blush but brought him dangerously close to the edge, squeezing the base of his cock Satoru covered his mouth instinctively, he bucked up his hips as his cum coated his abdomen, stomach and some droplets even reached his chest. He moaned behind his hand as he felt the waves of pleasure shock through his body. He slowed his hips, mumbling for the imaginary you once more. "Take it, take it all, baby.."

He didn't want to move, he knew he had to but he wanted to relish in his fantasy a little longer, he wanted to pull you close and sloppily kiss your cute glossy lips and praise you for being a good girl, taking his load like that. He imagined his cum oozing from your slit but he wouldn't let it go to waste, he'd use his finger to slide it back in where he knows it belongs.

He remembered to save those photos for.. 'next time', reaching over to get his phone, he paused as he received a notification.

(Name)💘: party was lame, coming 2 ur place!! >:3c

Sitting up, the sweat that collected at his back from his 'session' cooled him off, he cleaned himself up and couldn't help but grin at your adorable message.

You don't need to worry, he'll entertain you more than any dumb party could.

[forzalando]

💛 hi 🥹 CONGRATS ON 3K THAT'S HUUUUUGE !!!!

I am obsessed with this idea and also my favourite activity (as of recently lmao) is drunk karaoke and of COURSE my dream would be to do it with lando !!!!

drunk karaoke with Lando would, and i'm not exaggerating, mean everything to me. i am in love with just the idea of this.

thank you for supporting me through the many phases of this blog and for entertaining my every thought/idea. adore you, mel💛 i hope you enjoy this blurb that was meant to be 300-400 words but ended up being 800+ lol

celebration post: here

Drunk Karaoke with Lando Norris under the cut😊

You quickly downed the shot thrust into your hand – sambuca, which meant it absolutely came from Lando since he was the only one who knew of your preference.  

He was on your left, sweaty and somehow wide awake despite the fact you’d been out for hours. Oscar was on your right, slowly swaying to the music with his eyes half shut. Somewhere across the club Charles and Pierre were dancing on an elevated surface while George videotaped them like a suburban soccer mom at her son’s first game. Here in Monaco, everyone partied post-race as if they themselves had made it to the top step over the weekend.

Out of nowhere, Lando fell into you as he shouted in your ear – “Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

Oscar caught you before you could topple over, steadying you on your feet before shooting Lando a dirty look.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lando giggled. He centered himself and then put his hands on your shoulders, looking the most serious you’d ever seen him. “Anyway, do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

“Win at Silverstone? Become world champion?”

“Well, yes, but think smaller, you lunatic. Something I could do right now.”

“Out drink Max?”

“What? No, I don’t care about outdrinking Max, where did that come from?”

“Well, I just thought since he usually wins every race that you’d want to beat him at something – ”

“Oh my god, you’re impossible,” Oscar interjected. “He wants to do drunk karaoke. When we went out in Miami he was practically on his knees begging me to sing with him.”

A giant grin spread across your face as you playfully swatted Lando’s chest.

“Why didn’t you just say so? I happen to be an excellent karaoke partner,” you boasted.

Lando clapped his hands and jumped around like a toddler at your remark – “So, you’ll do it with me?”

Instead of answering, you snatched his hand and pulled him through the club at an impressive speed. You weren’t in a karaoke bar, quite far from it, but you planted yourself in front of the DJ booth and gestured to Lando. Security immediately pulled you both into the booth, perks of having Lando at your side, and the DJ of the night asked what she could do for you.

“Hi! Lando Norris wants to do drunk karaoke and I’m trusting that you can make that happen. It’s very important to him,” you professed.

“I think I might have a couple instrumentals or could make some magic happen. Any specific requests? You won’t have any lyrics on screen, though. And you’ll have to share a mic.”

Before you could ask what your options were, Lando was shouting, once again, in your ear.

“DO YOU HAVE THE SPICE GIRLS? THAT ONE SPICE GIRLS SONG?”

“Lando, we won’t have the lyrics,” you reminded him.

“I don’t need them,” he declared, crossing his arms with attitude. “Maybe you need them, fake fan.”

“I most certainly do not,” you yelled back to Lando. “DJ, roll the track. Pretty please. You're amazing."

She chuckled and handed you the singular mic, Lando immediately snatching it from your hands.

“It’s my dream, I get to hold the mic.”

You rolled your eyes and fought back a smile, stepping into his side as he threw an arm around you.

The deafening bass from the speakers grew quiet as the DJ addressed the crowd of people – “we’ve got a special surprise tonight! These two lovely friends of mine up here are going to perform a special number for everyone. Please welcome – ”

She paused, waiting for you and Lando to introduce yourselves.

“LANDO NORRIS AND Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Please welcome Lando Norris and Y/N Y/L/N to my booth. Show them some love!”

The clapping and cheering brought the volume in the club back to an obscene level – the loudest cheers coming from a VIP table not far from the booth where all of your friends had gathered.

Before you had a chance to feel the slightest bit self-conscious, the infamous laugh rang through the speakers and Lando was scream-singing into the mic.

 “YO, I’LL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY, REALLY WANT!”

The two of you in perfect sync, passing lines back and forth, singing (if you could call it that) in unison during the chorus. You could have sworn you heard George shout out that this was “his song” and Max was most definitely telling anyone who would listen that he personally knows Ginger Spice.  

You tore your eyes from the audience to look at Lando – the smile on his face rivaling the brightest sunny day. With his arm around you, squeezing you to his side, your closest friends cheering for you, your heart was sure to burst from happiness. There was no place you’d rather be in that moment than making a drunken fool of yourself with the most important person in your life by your side.

And if Lando was thinking the same thing, about how he was happier in that moment than he’d ever been, podiums and race win included, he’d keep that to himself for just a minute more.

[hamiltonaf]

Jealous Lewis would also be great.😅 Love your writings❤️ They are so unique.

Jealousy | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: None

A/N: Hi lovelies. This took a while to write because I had so many scenarios running through my head and finally settled on this one. Sorry if it ended abruptly, it’s literally 2am and also, sorry for the disappointing title lol.. I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy - thank you anon for requesting .xx

(Y/BF/N) - Your Best Friends Name

(Y/F/N) - Your Friends Name

I couldn’t believe that the time has come for my best friend to get married. She beat me to it. I was over the moon for her at the time she FaceTimed me to share the news, fast forward to the present, it’s her bridal shower day. Of course, I, as her best friend, had to be the one to throw her a bridal shower she’ll never forget.

I felt awful when I found out that Lewis’ was arriving back on the same day as the bridal shower, though I did let him know beforehand and it wasn’t a big deal since I’d only be away for a few hours.

I got ready quite early to help some of the girls set up at (Y/BF/N)’s house. Luckily one of the other girls made it their sole duty to distract (Y/BF/N) for the day so we didn’t have to worry about that.

At perfect timing, (Y/BF/N) had a blindfold on her eyes and was lead through to the house. Once the 3 seconds were over, we gave her the go ahead to remove the blindfold which made us all erupt in screams.

The formalities followed with all of us playing games, dancing and just acting silly. That was until the real entertainment had arrived. We all heard a buzz at the door and the music was switched off. We all played along and insisted that (Y/BF/N) should answer the door since it’s her house anyway. Two police officers were at the door, “Ma’am, I believe we received a noise complaint from your fellow neighbour.”

“Oh my- I’m so sorry about that. We’ll turn the music down” (Y/BF/N) said worried. “May we come in ?” The officer asked. (Y/BF/N) stepped aside since she was so scared and worried… little did she know what was coming. “Ladies, turn it up” both officers said as I changed the song. Hats were thrown, sunglasses tossed aside, and shirts were ripped open. All the girls erupted in screams yet again and were fangirling so hard.

I stepped aside and watched the fun, as did (Y/F/N) alongside me since she felt uncomfortable, and she was also in a relationship. The rest of the girls were single, obviously except for (Y/BF/N), but they were having the time of their life. (Y/F/N) and I had a good laugh as we cheered on the girls who were enjoying it a little too much.

After all the fun was over, we took pictures with the guys, not thinking that one of us would think of posting these pictures online. We spent the rest of the night having a laugh at old memories and some of the girls were giving (Y/BF/N) advice as if they have already been married which was the biggest joke of all.

Some of the girls were drunk and so was (Y/BF/N), as much as I wanted to stay, I couldn’t abandon Lewis knowing he’s waiting for me at home. Luckily quite a number of the girls were sober, so they were staying behind to look after them for the night. I was so excited to get back home to Lewis and couldn’t wait to see him. It didn’t even cross my mind that my picture with the police officers was viral on social media since some fans follow my friends.

Once arriving home, I rushed in my heels to our front door, eager to see Lewis’ face. “Baby, I’m home !” I called for him. The only noise I could hear was the faint noise coming from the gym.

I watched him do some boxing on the punching bag. Shirtless with beads of sweat dripping down his abs. I think I was drooling. I whistled as I got closer to him, “Hey sexy. I missed you” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. I kissed his cheek, then noticing that he didn’t hug me back. “Are you okay ?” I asked concerned. He remained silent and continued punching the bag. “Lew ? What’s wrong ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He shook his head at me, “Uhm care to explain as to what got you so upset ?” I raised a brow. He shut his eyes for a second and stopped punching. He huffed before answering, “You know what you did.” “Well obviously I don’t ? What the hell is going on ?” I asked as I grew angry. “How could you go out tonight and do that knowing I was coming back home today ?” He asked frustrated. “Do what ?” I asked baffled.

“How could you allow those male strippers all over you ? You’re the one that hosted the bridal shower so that only means that you called them !” He stated. “What are you even talking about ? Yeah, I called them but I’m not getting your point ?” I answered confused. “Does this ring a bell ?” He asked as he then showed me my picture taken in between the two shirtless male strippers. “This went viral. Everyone is already talking about how we broke up and here you moved on by posing with these guys” he said as he then placed his hands on his hips.

“Lew what the actual hell. Why didn’t you call me then if this was bothering you ? For your information, I didn’t even get involved when those guys came. Yeah, I called them, but the girls are all my witnesses that I stood aside with (Y/F/N) since we’re the only ones in a relationship. Those guys respected us standing aside from the fun, the only reason (Y/F/N) posted was to thank me” I was pissed off. I notice how the jealousy and anger dropped as his face softened. “Babe I’m so-“ he started. “Save it” I held my hand up to stop him as I left the room.

I guess he took a hint to leave me alone and give me some space. I was packing away my jewellery and heels in our walk-in closet when I heard the bathroom door shut. I tried to kill some time until he was done before I went to have a shower. Once I was done, I did my nightly routine and wore my satin pyjamas before leaving the bathroom.

I walked into the room to see him sat up against the headboard with his phone in hand. I then walked over to my side of the bed and grabbed my pillow - I could literally feel his burning gaze on me - I was prepared to sleep in the guest room for the night just because I’m petty. “Sweetie, where are you going ?” He asked. “To be away from you” I said as I stopped in my tracks with my back facing him before leaving the room. “Oh my days…babe” he groaned as he got up from the bed and ran to stop in front of me.

“Baby please…I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I was just jealous, and I missed you so much. Seeing you with those guys got me upset because we haven’t been together for 2 weeks” he pouted as he engulfed me in a hug with his face nuzzled in my neck. “Lew, you should’ve known better to jump to conclusions. Besides that, who needs them when I have you” I smirked as he then looked at me with a grin. “That’s what I thought” he grinned as he then placed a hand under my chin to pull me in for a kiss. “I felt like kicking myself seeing you in that dress” he said in between kisses. “Well, you can make up for it” I smirked as he then lifted me up to wrap my legs around his torso.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi!

Firstly, thank you for everything you're doing, and all the resources. They're so interesting and useful. And I really appreciated the favourite Black character showcase, and not just so I could share my favourite characters with everyone lol.

Secondly, I have a question about my own worldbuilding. It's a fantasy, and the royal family of one of the kingdoms is Black. At the moment I have a tentative idea to have it as part of their culture for the king and queen specifically to cover part of their hair, to symbolise that they're ready to go and help the kingdom at a moment's notice, even at night. Even when they're woken up from sleep. My idea is that the king's hair kind of looks like a cross between these two photos (first for his hairstyle, second for his headwrap style):

It's only the ruling monarch/s that do this – their direct heir will at a certain age start wearing translucent partial head coverings on special occasions, but nothing opaque or at all times in public until they're the monarch. None of the other royals do. One of the main characters in my story is the second eldest princess, who's about 18-ish and doesn't cover her hair, and nor do either of her younger sisters (one of whom is in the story quite a lot) (the other main character is the white queen of another kingdom, about the same age, and they don't cover their hair there, if that's any useful context – there's a number of Black characters too who don't cover their hair).

I know there used to be laws forcing the covering of Black people's hair in some places, and with the discrimination surrounding Black hair too, I'm wondering whether it would be racist or anything inappropriate to have something like this? Or if I'm overthinking it?

(I'd also appreciate it if you could just give me a yes/hell no on the hairstyle itself too if you have a chance.)

(also I'm either terrible at searching or preaching to the choir here but it's so hard to find images of black men in headwraps on duckduckgo, seriously. And sorry for the long ask! I appreciate it if you answer this and dw if you don't want to/can't.)

You chose two fine ass men 😭 Oooh I love a man in a turban. Gorgeous. I love both styles. And head coverings and scarves are also a positive part of Black beauty cultures internationally! Nigerian women will wear the finest of head wraps for special events, I love seeing the styles. So ofc it wouldn't be an issue.

It's not that hair is being covered that was what made the Tignon laws (what you're talking about) racist, it was the reason why they were being forced to cover their hair. If that is not what you're depicting (without intent to show discrimination) then you're fine. You seem to be doing it as a sign of royalty and devotion to one's kingdom. That sounds honorable to me.

[madamsnape921]

Pitfalls of Love 2

<Part 1

Pairing: Nevada Ramirez x female reader 

Note:  angst, murder, smut; super toxic happy ending

WC: 1589

Winter Bingo square: Baking (lol)

Taglist: @storiesofsvu @beccabarba @alwaysachorusgirl   @prurientpuddlejumper  @welcometothemxdhouse @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @lv7867 @word-scribbless

@plaidbooks @navalcriminalimagines

“Get down on your knees and stay there, puta.”

She complied without hesitation, assuming a submissive stance on the ground.

"Good girl," Nevada said with a hint of indifference.

Nevada paced back and forth, unable to perform sexually. Every time he glanced at her, he was reminded of your face filled with disappointment as you caught him in the act. He realized that his love for you had grown immensely - you had never caught him cheating before, and now he couldn't even get aroused. He knew he had to find you and make things right.

“Stand up and return to Mr. Bones,” he ordered her.

“What? Why?” She questioned, getting to her feet.

"Because I told you to. Now, leave," he demanded.

"Is this because of that bitch of a girlfriend who interrupted us?" she snapped back.

"I said go! Now!"

She stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Nevada took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He needed to find YN and explain everything to her. He couldn't keep living like this, constantly tormented by his guilt and inability to perform.

He quickly dialed Marco's number. He had tasked Marco with watching over YN tonight.

"Boss, I'm so sorry!"

"We'll talk about it later. Where is she?"

"She's in the hotel a few blocks away from the club. Room 394."

"I'll be there in less than 5."

Before hanging up, Nevada headed out the door to make his way to the hotel. 

He arrived at room 394 and knocked on the door. YN answered but immediately slammed it shut.

"Go away, Nevada!"

"YN! Please, open the door."

"No!"

"Sweetheart, please listen to me. Nothing happened."

"You've broken too many promises, Nevada. Did you even care about our New Year's kiss?" you shouted through the door.

"Please, let me explain, cariño."

You cautiously opened the door. "We can't keep yelling like this, someone might call the police. Let's make a ground rule: no physical contact. Understand?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Stop making empty promises. They mean nothing to you."

You crossed your arms, challenging him with your fiery gaze. He looked like a man who finally understood the depth of his actions.

"Okay, no physical contact," he said firmly, taking a step back as if to give you space. He spoke in a calmer voice that belied his turmoil.

"YN, I love you more than anything. I never meant to hurt you. But when I saw you tonight, all my lies and deceit came crashing down on me. I thought I could live like this forever, but I can't."

He paused, looking at you with vulnerability shining in his eyes. "I want to make things right with you. Can we start by talking openly about what happened and why?"

You hesitated, looking at him skeptically. "Alright, Nevada. But one thing's for sure: we need to talk about this, and we need to do it openly. No more secrets, no more lies."

Nevada nodded solemnly, taking a deep breath. "I agree. I promise to be honest with you from now on."

You gestured for him to sit down on the hotel room's small sofa. "Okay. Tell me everything."

As Nevada began to unfold the tangled web of his deceit, a both painful and cathartic process ensued between the two lovers. They explored the reasons behind his actions, his motivations, and the consequences that followed. Tears were shed, apologies were exchanged, and a commitment was made to rebuild their relationship based on trust and honesty.

Through it all, Nevada remained steadfast in his love for YN. He knew that what they shared was special - something worth fighting for. As the hours ticked by, they delved deeper into their past, peeling away layers of hurt and deception. His words tumbled forth with raw honesty, and her eyes reflected the pain he'd caused her. Yet she listened, truly listened, with an unwavering commitment to healing their relationship.

"I never meant to hurt you, YN," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He paused, swallowing hard as he met her gaze. "I am sorry for everything."

Your face was a picture of sorrow and disbelief. "I want to believe you, Nevada," she said softly. "But trust takes time to rebuild."

He responded in a soft tone, "I understand. I am willing to do whatever is necessary. Oh! I have a thought on how to demonstrate the depth of my commitment."

“How?”

"Please, come with me!"

"Fine, but it better be worth it."

Nevada motioned for you to follow him out of the hotel and into his car. He sat in the backseat with you as he instructed the driver, "Take us to Bones' place."

After twenty minutes of driving, you arrive at a building near the George Washington Bridge.

Nevada assists you out of the car and guides you towards the bridge.

"What is our purpose here, Vada?"

"I'll take care of her. The woman from earlier tonight. Let me handle her for you!"

"Take care of her as in... eliminate?"

“Just tell me what to do, baby girl. Hang on tight.” Nevada strode towards the building and knocked on the door. After a brief conversation with the man inside, a woman was pushed out of the doorway. Nevada didn't want to risk touching her, so he stood back and watched as she fell to her knees.

The woman stood up. “What the fuck?”

“Come with me, puta.”

She followed Nevada back to where you were standing on the bridge.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” she asked.

“Shut up,” Nevada demanded.

He turned to YN. "I want you to watch as I make this woman pay for what she's done to us. This is my way of showing you that I can protect you and that I will never let anyone hurt you again." He looked down at the ground, deep in thought. "Now, watch carefully and remember: it is always us against the world."

YN, though hesitant and filled with doubt, stood firm beside Nevada as he explained his intentions. She watched in shock and horror as Nevada brutally lifted the woman in a display of power and rage and tossed her over the bridge - an attempt to prove his unwavering love and commitment to her.

Nevada motioned for you to follow him as he walked back to the car. He left his men behind to retrieve the lifeless body from the frigid water.

You were mostly in a state of shock, but you couldn't deny the slight stirrings deep within you. You never thought you would approve of murder, yet after experiencing such intense emotions towards that woman tonight, there was an odd sense of relief when you saw her lifeless body.

“Vada, I…”

"Shh, darling. This is only the beginning of what I am capable of. Now let's head home and the boys can handle the aftermath for the rest of the evening."

Once one of the guys dropped you off at Nevada's place, you made your way inside.

“Vada, I… I need you.”

“I’m here, YN. I will always be here for you."

Nevada pulled you close, his warmth enveloping you in a embrace filled with a promise of protection and love. His touch felt different now - powerful, invigorating, and rock-solid. As if to say, "We are one and together we can take on the world."

Nevada led you by the hand to the bedroom and stripped off your dress and heels, leaving you completely exposed to him. He then quickly removed his clothes while watching you climb onto the bed.

You stared at Nevada as he climbed onto the bed and joined you. His eyes seemed to have a fire in them you had never seen before. He was no longer the man who lied and hid secrets from you.

He kissed you, tenderly at first, and then with a passion that was almost violent. It was as if all the pent-up emotions between you were finally being let loose, unleashing a torrent of desire and need.

You responded to his touch, your body arching towards him, your hands gripping his skin, desperate to feel his touch everywhere. Nevada explored every inch of your body, kissing and caressing you with an intensity that spoke of his commitment to make things right.

As you became one, your bodies moving together in a perfect harmony born of love and trust, you felt a sense of completeness you hadn't experienced in a long time. It was as if the distance between you had closed, and the chasm of hurt and betrayal had been bridged. This was more than just sex - it was a reaffirmation of your bond, an expression of the love that still burned fiercely between you both.

As you lay in his arms, gazing out at the stars shimmering above Nevada's apartment, you felt a profound sense of relief wash over you. The weight of your relationship's wounds began to lessen as you entrusted yourself to this man who was capable of such violence for your sake.

"Vada, I am scared," you admitted, nestling closer to him. "I'm scared of what we just did and what it means for us."

"It means that we're stronger together than apart," Nevada whispered into your ear, his voice steady.

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The following morning, you woke up before Nevada did. Despite being involved in a murder the night before, you went to the kitchen and effortlessly whipped up a batch of blueberry muffins as if nothing had happened.

[fortuneforsaken-if]

Hi!

So, I saw an ask about the RO's height. Now I wonder, is height something we get to customize for the MC? If so, can our MC be as tall, or taller, than Mal?

I'm also curious about what do you mean with the form humans see and the true form. I understand it may be a spoiler, so feel free to just say what you feel comfortable sharing. But what I understand is that the former is basically how MC looks as a human. And the latter is their true form as a deity, right? Well, does the true form involve an animal? I would guess so, given how Mal is associated to one (unless I got that wrong). However, unless I'm being stupid, this IF takes inspiration from Egyptian mythology. And not all Gods there have animal features, even if many do. So, I would assume MC's true form can have, but is not restricted to, animalistic features.

But if we get to choose from certain animals, which do you have in mind? If you can share them?

And, following from the height question, do the two forms have a different height? And, if so, are both customizable or is one of them fixed?

Anyhow. Sorry for the many questions in one ask. Have a nice day!

(By the way, I enjoyed the demo so far. Although I must admit I'm so used to rude RO's I assumed our current charge was one until I read the introductory post again.)

good morning! so many good questions here, wow.

let's start with the heights. there's a point where you can choose the mc's human height but it's super basic (short, average, tall) at least for now. mal will always be a behemoth, and mc can get close but not quite. maybe around 6'4" at best?

question number two!

the only mortals who can see mc are those with tharset blood or have sekhemnetu ancestors (which isn't possible since they were all, uh, annihilated), and mc has been locked into this human form for their convenience.

their full divine form is a big honking snake with golden scales (inspo here, here, and here), and if they weren't severed from that, they could take any form in-between too. maluset for example can be in his jackal form which is just the size of a normal canid if not a bit bigger, or in the primal one, whose head alone could be as big as the great pyramid of giza if he so decided. the in-between is the head of the animal but a human body. mc was able to do the same, but now? not so much.

most of the deities have animal motifs, that's true! from this roster, only antepmat, tuthetis, and mehentep are the ones without an animal connection (aldumat is on the border since he's technically just either a plume of smoke, a massive swarm of black butterflies, or a headless man).

so there won't be a choice for the animal that mc is represented by, but they also have lotus blossoms associated with them :)

the height of the primal form will be fixed since i can't exactly pinpoint a proper measurement for 'huuuuge' lol. the in-between is usually the same height as a human form. it's convoluted lore i need to write into a more eloquent explanation but tbh i woke up for work and had a vibe to answer this question so my brain is not completely online yet.

(thank you!! i can understand the confusion, usually that kinda of characters are ros lol. i should add a little 'non-ro' after their name to differentiate them from the rest.)

thank you for the ask!

[islesnap]

as if we were dancing

wc: 884 ; cw: implied si ; genre: fluff (?), sad (?)

inspired by this post

this was my attempt at trying to keep it somewhat cannon compliant lol sorry i know it seems rushed and it's probably not my best work lmao

drabble starts after the cut!

enjoy :3

it had only been a couple of months since the games, and gihun had been in what one would call “a very dark place.” 

in the span of basically a week, he had met 455 other people that were in the same situation as him: broke, in debt, and ready to basically resign to the mercy of whatever the collectors had for them. who he didn’t expect to see, was his dear friend, cho sangwoo. the pride of ssangmun-dong, graduate of SNU, standing in front of him, in the same tacky, teal-ish green tracksuit, the number ‘218’ plastered on his chest. 

in the end, 454 of those people had died.

after the horrors of it all, he and sangwoo returned home, and eventually they found themselves regularly coming round each others’ houses, sharing meals, talking about the people they had lost during that week in hell. one could say that they were acting strange, maybe even as if they were good memories, but considering the only person that would believe them was each other, this is how they decided to work through it. 

then, one day, gihun realized that they truly had a bond that no one else would understand (probably a trauma bond), and that he was also… in love with his childhood best friend. 

even more recently, sangwoo confessed in a drunken stupor. 

“gihun-ah. i can’t help but feel love for you,” he slurs. “but, like, as more than a friend."

he felt the same.

gihun just blankly stares, in his own drunken state, and grabs sangwoo’s hand. 

“me too, sangwoo.”

now, they’re sitting at the dinner table in their shared flat, music playing after their late dinner. they had gotten lost in some sort of conversation about the front man, and how much they hated him. they desperately wanted to uncover his identity and were planning on working together to do so. they wanted to bring justice for all the people who had perished, and they also wanted some closure of their own.

“gihun, let’s dance,” sangwoo stood up from the table and walked around to the other man, extending his hand and waiting for a response. they had a random playlist playing on the small speaker in their kitchen, a song they didn’t recognize with a soft melody currently playing.

“hey, i don’t–” gihun was cut off by sangwoo grabbing his hand and tugging him out of his chair to bring him to the center of the dimly-lit kitchen, the only light sources being a lamp in the far corner of the living room nearby and the candles on the table. sangwoo takes gihun��s hands and wraps them around his waist, and he wraps his own around the back of the other’s neck. “sangwoo, you know i don’t dance.”

the two of us go round and round in the air // after a long night 

“shhhh, just shuffle a bit. it’s easy, watch,” sangwoo says as he begins to guide the both of them back and forth, a small smile decorating his features. they go like that for a few seconds in place before he begins guiding them to slowly turn as well. gihun looks into his eyes and cracks a small smile.

your footsteps on top of the clouds // your candy-like eyes are just like a dream

gihun continues to look at sangwoo, love brimming in his heart as he continues to guide them around and humming to the tune playing in the background. 

a ticklish voice, feather-like hands // i pray that you'll stay forever

“sangwoo, where do you think we would be if it wasn’t for the games?” gihun asks, the smile falling from his face, his expression turning somewhat wistful.

sangwoo also looks pensive for a moment, contemplating his answer as they sway. 

“i’m not sure where i would be,” he lies. he knows where he would be, but his dear gihun doesn’t need to know. “where do you think you’d be?”

gihun is quick to respond. “i would have probably died. the, um, loan sharks said they would have my eyes and liver, and probably even my kidneys.” 

sangwoo falters a bit at his answer, disbelief coloring his expression before he smiles and even laughs. “you, uh… you definitely have a way with words, gihun. i’ll give you that,” he says through a chuckle. 

like this, don't wake me up, deceive me sweetly // in my dreams

gihun cracks a smile of his own, dropping his head onto sangwoo’s shoulder, resting his head near the crook in the other’s neck. he takes a deep breath, inhaling through his nose and smelling the faint fragrance of bergamot and musk from this morning’s shower and spray.

we will be happily forever after (in my dreams) // i'm so ecstatic that i can't open my eyes

suddenly, gihun feels himself crying; but that’s weird… the tears aren’t there. he looks back up at sangwoo and smiles, some kind of melancholy feeling filling his chest, almost like heartbreak. mourning, maybe? 

“i love you, sangwoo.”

sangwoo tightens his grip, bringing gihun closer and grinning his signature crooked smile.

like this, don't wake me up // lock me in your arms, oh, oh

“i love you too, gihun,” he retorts.

in my dreams, you love me back

then, over sangwoo’s shoulder and off in the corner of the living room… the lamp starts to look weird.

in my dreams, you love me back

[batsplat]

I keep seeing people say Agostini likes Marc and I think you had post which included what Agostini thinks about the rosquez situation.

I was wondering if you knew if they have actually interacted or how this fondness started. And if it's continued.

Apologies if you've already made a post about this and i missed it 😊

And thank you for all the responses to my prev asks!!! You are like my favourite grandparent i sidle up to and ask to reveal some new thing of the MotoGP world. Which you do so patiently 💛. ( I'm sorry for the grandparent comparison i couldn't find a better one 😔😔😔😔😔).

ahaha that's super sweet. and honestly, I don't think there's really a story here, beyond 'ago quite likes him'! they did a joint interview of sorts at the laureus awards in 2015 which is worth a watch - which came after that 2014 season in which a big talking point was how it looked like marc might be able to match ago's numbers in 'winning everything'... also you have that presser clip from 2013 where the riders are asked ago or hailwood, and marc says "if everybody say ago, ago" and laughs, which. I mean. I'm sure respected ago just fine but it's probably worth pointing out he's not exactly an enthusiast, is he

but yeah, beyond wading into a couple of marc controversies, ago's definitely spoken warmly about him quite frequently over the years. as early as 2014, he was saying that if marc matched his records, he deserved to do so - and in 2020, he said marc didn't need to switch bikes to prove his greatness. he compared marc to one of his own big rivals, hailwood, in 2019, he spoke with sympathy about marc's switch to ducati at the back end of last year and sounded confident marc could win again (+ here), and made similar comments early this year and likewise was fairly encouraging in may. in 2023, he also spoke about marc's capacity to put on a show. plus, he also said in 2018 that marc and valentino's relationship doesn't matter as long as "they both make us have fun and give us a show", and also that "they do not have to marry". giacomo agostini homophobic dog question mark

a lot of it just seems kinda generic 'legend of the past being nice about the new kid', like say doohan was with valentino but without the mentorship angle. but yeah, ago does seem fonder of marc than he does of marc's contemporaries? with valentino, let's be honest, part of it is that he was the first to really show up and challenge some of ago's records (even steal some of them like premier class wins) - plus he's italian so there's really more direct competition than there is with marc. but y'know, obviously ago's been asked about both of them gunning for his records (generally win number for valentino and title number for marc)

you can read tonal differences into those answers if you so choose, but you can also say he's expressing roughly the same sentiment for both (if you so choose). ago did also joke in early 2020 that he'd beat them both:

(again, this is obviously a joke and I'm not going to read anything into it lol, just thought I'd include it)

ago does have retired athlete talking head syndrome where he does... y'know, have a lot of opinions and has shared quite a lot of those opinions. which... okay, I'm aware this isn't really what this ask was about, but. look. I just have to bring in jorge lorenzo at this point. this is only tenuously relevant, but I think it kinda provides a fun contrast with how utterly drama-free the dynamic between marc and ago is... AND gives some much needed context for how ago was relating to some other star riders of this century

ago and jorge had always gotten on pretty well - and ago joked back in the day that jorge had to stop valentino from getting too many more wins. it is probably worth mentioning that in that 2013 clip I linked to above, all the riders at the presser were asked the 'ago or hailwood' question. in response, jorge, that old simp, essentially went 'actually the goat is valentino'... but that's really isn't about ago as much as it is about jorge's relationship with valentino being *gestures vaguely* complicated. weird. complicated. anyway, look, ago and jorge got on well, had done so for years. then, in may of 2020, shortly after jorge's retirement and with no racing whatsoever going on during lockdown, the two of them got into a PUBLIC SPAT!! (low key between this and the dovi feud picking up again at the end of the year, jorge was really working overtime to make motogp less depressing that year)

the argument was prompted by ago's comments about jorge's time with ducati and honda:

so basically he's saying jorge was mid for three years because his head wasn't in it. which is... a debatable assessment of jorge's 2017-19, but let's just run with it. now jorge obviously isn't the type to just let this kind of thing go unchallenged, so he hit back:

for some reason. jorge's father also got involved, as he has an unfortunate tendency of doing:

(I'm gonna be so real, personally I wouldn't be particularly flattered if one of my parents suggested I could challenge one of my main career rivals 'on my day'. but anyways)

and then mr agostini in turn doubled down and told jorge that 'the truth hurts':

note the bit about how ago had sided with jorge against valentino! it is broadly true that ago has often been very complimentary of jorge, including to the detriment of valentino - and apparently that might have created tension with valentino's team. ago also added the following bit and it's kinda even more brutal:

so basically - ducati didn't pay jorge that much to win three races. funnily enough. jorge did not take kindly to these comments... and then he hit back on instagram (all of this is still in may 2020 btw, literally the only thing we had going for us). here's the text from the post:

jorge lorenzo a proud fellow warrior in the 'it's useless to compare different eras' campaign, saluting a real one

so, after jorge had said that ago doesn't know what he's talking about, that this kind of criticism was 'improper' from a legend like ago... we'd actually finally gotten to the point where ago wanted to clamp down on the controversy. here's what he had to say:

he doesn't want controversy! it's not his fault jorge didn't win! jorge didn't win a title with either ducati or honda! what a shame!

okay, there is arguably a slight difference in rhetoric between saying 'well I can't say he won at honda when he factually didn't!!!' and 'ducati paid him a lot and got nothing out of it' - BUT obviously this was still a bit of an olive branch from ago. unfortunately, we've gotten no updates on whether ago did ever reach out privately, but we did get jorge's response. and jorge... kinda accepts the peace...? but also not really!

so to paraphrase jorge here, he's basically going 'sure fine I'll accept the peace but I also know ago will start the same shit again when he has a microphone in front of him!!' - and also makes it clear that jorge will not shut up about ago chatting shit, unlike those other cowards who just let ago get away with it (including other champions). jorge then goes on to talk about their personal relationship and ago's past support of him:

and then jorge goes on to stridently defend his time with the ducati project - pointing out that, without detracting from what casey had done, it was a very good bike back when casey won the 2007 title:

(yes, obviously there is a rider who was doing rather a lot more with that bike during the same time span as jorge was there - who you'll note jorge very much does not name. I suppose jorge's argument would be that this particular rider had been with the team since 2013. without getting too much into 2017-18 discourse in a post that really isn't about that, it is broadly true jorge just Was Not Clicking with that bike for way too long, but he was running dovi pretty close in 2018 until he got injured at aragon. which is also because dovi was having a pretty ragged first half of the season himself but y'know, six of one half a dozen of the other. also low key those three jorge wins did get during his time at ducati massively flatter how that stretch of his career gets perceived a few years later, but again. this isn't all too relevant. just some historical context!)

and jorge rounds up the whole thing by demanding an actual apology:

and, lastly, here's what ago said in june:

anyway, that's basically it as the public spat went, but it did still give us some nice little gems. you'll note that jorge believes ago was supporting him against valentino - "what I know is that in the duel I had with rossi he wanted me to win races more, for the titles and all that". and then, of course, there's the fun bit where jorge says that ago has also said inaccurate things about valentino before: "because he has also said things about valentino many times that did not correspond to reality". jorge going full 'enemy of my enemy' about valentino on this issue is just extremely him, not least because that is a rivalry where, according to him!! ago basically always was rooting for jorge! and YET jorge's like 'valentino may not speak up on this issue but I!! will!!' I honestly have no clue if there's anything specific jorge's referring to here that ago is getting wrong about valentino... but again ago does have retired athlete talking head syndrome so really it could be anything

what this does do is give us a little bit of confirmation that ago probably isn't the world's biggest valentino rossi fan (obviously, valentino wouldn't let you know that kind of thing so it's great when you've got someone a little more talkative like jorge around). jorge didn't have to bring in valentino here - he did so of his own volition, because he apparently disagreed quite strongly with something ago had said about one of jorge's fiercest rivals. by contrast, there's nothing comparable you can point to with marc... which, given that we've established ago has run his mouth about past champions, would lead you to the conclusion that ago really is a bit of a marc fan. all things considered, ago seems genuinely fond of the little guy! he's never really talked him down, or taken another rider's side against marc! why? ... unfortunately, I have no clue. maybe it is linked to ago's feelings towards valentino, maybe it's completely unrelated and he just likes marc a lot, maybe he's a fan of him as a rider or his personality or something else. there's not really anything to suggest they're particularly close - for instance, I don't think marc has had dinner with ago's family like jorge has - but he generally always seems happy to offer up a lot of marc prop without any qualifications. it just seems like quite an uncomplicated relationship, and given ago's been fairly vocal within the past year about marc's switch to ducati, about how he could win again etc etc... he's perhaps quite enjoyed following that story. mostly, there's clearly just a lot of mutual respect there... and if ago did ever find cause to criticise marc as strongly as he did jorge, well, it's a lot less likely marc would decide to clap back on instagram. that'll help, I suppose

[thisismeracing]

Omg #10 for mick? gimme the angst

Thank you for the request, love! Hope you like how it turned out to be 💛

From the Quick Prompt List: 10. “I regret meeting you”

word count: 1.1k (I GOT CARRIED AWAY, IM SO SORRY LOL)

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x mick schumacher

warnings: angst, not proofread, mentions of a breakup, and someone missing a grad party. no happy endings.

They met through mutual friends, which most people labeled as destiny because Yn and Mick were pole opposites. While he was usually private, she overshared. Where he was shy, she was the social butterfly. And where he liked to have everything planned from the start, she loved doing things spontaneously. Their friend groups were different too, but for some reason, they ended up at the same party one night. Both were stressed with life, and both were not really in the mood for the noisy music and drunk talk, so they had the same idea: climb the house roof and watch everything from afar.

It should feel weird sharing the space with a stranger, the silence should be uncomfortable, but Mick brushed this aside before climbing and asking if it was ok to sit with her. And he was surprised the first few minutes of silence were not awkward but rather comforting, and the conversation that came right after was even better. The German remembered thinking about how beautiful she was, how her smile was contagious, it made him want to smile as well. They talked and drank from their bottles until it was empty and Mick left to grab more. It was hours before people started going home and Yn's friend called her to leave. She saw the way his shoulders sagged, she remembered thinking how cute it was that he seemed really interested in everything she wanted to say, and so it felt natural when they exchanged phone numbers and went as far as to text right when they got home.

It felt natural when he kissed her the second time they saw each other. It also felt natural when she referred to him as "boyfriend". Everything they did around each other felt natural for around a year until it didn't.

It did not feel natural when Mick promised to show up to a panel Yn was speaking at University, but she liked him and everything else felt natural so she told herself it was his hectic life, his work. It did not feel natural, but she told herself it was.

It did not feel natural when she called and Mick did not pick up because Mick never not-answered unless he was racing, which he was not doing because it was not qualifying or race day. Yn remembers one time when she fell down and twisted her ankle and the lady at the hospital called her emergency contact which happened to be his, that day it was race day, from the math she did in her head it was about an hour or so before the race started, but he still picked up and he tried to stay with her until the last possible minute. So obviously it was not normal for him to not pick up during regular days. Still, Yn told herself that maybe he was busy with something, maybe he was on a work call, maybe his phone was dead. It did not feel natural, but she told herself it was.

It did not feel natural when Yn was talking about her research at the university and Mick zoned out because Mick never zoned out on her. Quite the opposite, he would tune everyone down and focus solely on Yn when she was speaking. She used to have his undying attention, but that night his mind was elsewhere, and he was not able to mask it. When Yn asked what was going on, the blonde apologized before explaining how stressed he was with the upcoming races. But she had experienced stressed Mick before and stressed Mick did a lot of things, however, he would never let work stress get to them like this. It did not feel natural, but she told herself it was.

It did not feel natural when he forgot planned dates at home when he missed a couple more calls, or when he would forget to kiss her goodbye or say I love you after every call. A lot of things stopped feeling natural, and Yn kept telling herself it was normal, that it was ok, except when she found herself crying at her graduation because her boyfriend promised to show up and never did. Her boyfriend who knew how sad it was for her not having her parents around, the same boyfriend who would always gush about how smart she was to everyone, that would make plans about things they would do at her graduation party, who gifted her a polaroid so that she would use it on the big day. Her boyfriend whose family did show up. Her boyfriend whose sister hugged her tight and apologized even though she was as clueless about the reason why Mick was not there as Yn. Her boyfriend whose mother took Yn under her wing, made sure to stay around Yn and went as far as to bring her home so that she would have a big breakfast in the morning and a pair of smiling faces congratulating her one more time.

It did not feel natural when Mick entered her apartment two days after her graduation party. An apologetic look on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"I am so sorry, Yn," he mumbled, his eyes downcast on the ground. He couldn't even look at her face, too ashamed to do so, "I got carried away with race stuff and I was so stressed for some reason I thought your graduation would be next week and..."

"We're supposed to love each other, to support each other, but it feels like you're doing the opposite," their relationship did not feel natural and for the first time, she admitted it to herself.

"I know I've been a shitty boyfriend lately, but I'm just so stressed with ra-"

"Racing, I know," she interrupted. "I was just so stressed with graduation and finishing my research, securing my master's degree, and every other life commitment I have, but I tried my best not to let this spill on you. I was never a shitty girlfriend to you, and if I ever saw myself hurting you I would be mature enough to take a step back," her eyes are watery, never leaving his that now are finally looking at her. "I wish you would do the same to me, be honest, and not make me suffer," she confesses.

"I didn't want to lose you, I was trying. I am trying!" Mick ran his free hand through his hair before ditching the flowers on her couch and using his other hand to rub his face.

"I'm afraid it's too late, Mick" Yn whispered. "I regret meeting you. I'm done with whatever this relationship turned out to be."

When he walked out of her door and she took a long breath of air into her lungs, no longer worried about something that did not feel right, it felt natural.

I listened to "Out of Love" by Alessia Cara while writing this, this is no important info, but I felt like sharing lol

Hope you guys like it! <3 Make sure to like and reblog, and lmk your thoughts on this piece (you can use the anon option, don't be shyyyy)

[ohkate]

A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!

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Thank you so much for my asks! Sorry it's so damn long.

#9 What fic made you happiest to work on? Asked by @mybrainismelted and @energievie

My BigBang fic for this coming year. Almost all of my fics are very short little one-shots. That's all I've really felt confident writing yet. Even the few multi-chaptered fics I've written are very short. This fucker is over 90K. I'm proud that I was able to accomplish that.

Since you can't read that yet, I also really loved writing Five Senses and The Diamond in Your Engagement Ring is Fake. I liked the later because it was the first time anyone ever requested I write something for them, which felt so special. None of my fics are necessarily on a favorites list and I don't say that to fish for likes... I just know I need to get better so I keep practicing. To be asked to write something meant a lot to me. And I think I write a good, funny Mickey. I know his voice better than Ian's.

#12: What fic was the easiest to write? Asked by @mybrainismelted

I wrote a Gallavich crack!fic called My Spicy Vanilla using info I fed to an AI generator that I suppose would win since I didn't actually write it. Other than that, I write almost all my fics during my lunch break at work. None of them are too long or involved. I'd say Same or Hardtime as they were both written within a half hour. #2 What's something new that you tried in a fic this year? Asked by @energievie Lol everything is new to me. I would say discipline. I really love @galladrabbles because it forces me to think differently about writing. I'm verbose so to discipline myself to take out all the extraneous words has been a great exercise for me and made me a better writer. I once used the find/search function to find how many times I wrote 'really' and 'very' in a fic and I wanted to shoot myself. I still use 10 words when I can use 3, but I'm getting better and @galladrabbles has helped with that. #19 Share your favorite piece of dialogue. Asked by @abigailspinach From Crush: The marks left behind are like secret constellations mapped across Mickey's skin, stories only they know. They fade with time, but the memory becomes a quiet echo of every time they’ve chosen each other, again and again. It’s a reminder of how much Ian loves him. In a tangible way that leaves traces, marks that say, "Ian was here, and he loves you fiercely." It was their love story, written across his skin. 

#21 What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? Asked by @abigailspinach

Turns out my reader street cred doesn't translate when writing sex scenes. I've been reading explicit fics since 1995. I was on livejournals and bb boards that are older than some of the people reading this. So when I started writing I just assumed the sex would be a breeze for me. My beta for the BigBang pointed out that I said basically the exact same dialogue for two sex scenes and I wanted to die. Real life sex hasn't prepared me for writing sex scenes. I think a part of it is that I hate tacky language and I find a lot of dialogue during these moments to be extremely cheesy. So my vocabulary is purposely limited. But it's soul-crushing that I have such a hard time with this. I thought I'd really win the sex-fic Olympics if I ever did start writing and that definitely isn't going to happen. It's made me focus more on dialogue and making the story fun to read instead.

Okay thanks guys!!

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[jumpywhumpywriter]

Hey, not sure if it’s recognizable but it’s the same anon who doesn’t know how to start messages. If you don’t mind me asking (I feel the need to ask permission for everything to be polite. Hope that’s not annoying. Also the need to use parenthesis to explain my actions like right now…I’ll stop), since I saw that it says you’re writing a fantasy book (I think, hopefully I’m not wrong), what’s it about? Feel free to share as much or as little as you like, I’m simply curious about it. Also also, somewhat unrelated, do you have any other favorite genres aside from Whump?

Again, feel free to answer as in depth or as curt as you want, I don’t mean to put pressure on you (people like talking about their works, right?). And also make sure you stay hydrated and take care of yourself and all that :)

-idk

Figured I’d leave a little tag as a little reference or something. Okay I’m going to stop before I start rambling-

Sorry it took so long to answer this one! I had to do a lot of writing for it. I'll TRY to give a summary of my in-progress trilogy, but it's pretty long since it's a full 3-book series and each book is HUGE and I've never been good at summarizing anyway LOL. But here goes!

The trilogy is about a teenager named Thomas whose dad mysterious died and whose brother Lucas went missing shortly after. Thomas is a hacker who is skilled with technology and is determined to track his brother down, convinced that he was kidnapped and needs saving. But every lead he finds comes to a dead end. He's dropped out of school and cut off his entire social life to dedicate more time to tracking down his missing brother.

Tanner, a close adult friend of his, worries about him getting into trouble and potentially going to prison since he has committed several felonies already by hacking into government databases during his search. So, he suggests seeking help from a friend of his. Only thing is... this friend isn't human. And she hates humans. But his secret friend (named Shadow) ALSO hates the same organization Thomas is trying to get in to, who has his brother Lucas. She is dangerous and powerful, and could be an incredibly valuable ally. She is one of the last survivors of a thought-to-be-extinct race called Falkry, with ancient powers. They were thought to have died off centuries ago, after Falley were hunted and slaughtered by the dozens by humans.

So with a mutual enemy, Tanner tries to get Shadow and Thomas together to talk, though Shadow wants nothing to do with it at first and despises Thomas (making many threats toward him in the beginning). She hates the fact that he is human, the same race that killed so many of her bloodline. She is ancient, supposed to be nothing more than a myth, a legend. She's one of the only survivors that exists. But eventually Tanner gets her on the team and together they manage to Lucas back.

Until a new stranger comes into play, someone just like Shadow. Which is strange since her species is supposed to be extinct. It leads into a mystery theme where Shadow is eager to discover this new stranger's identity, and *spoilor* it turns out to be her own brother (named Rowan) who died in her arms ages ago. But it turns out there was an enemy who found a way to bring him back to life to use him as a weapon, but he is corrupted, and is willing to fight Shadow to achieve his goal, which is to destroy the human city because humans are what got him killed in the first place.

And while Shadow HATES humans, she knows that if Rowan launches a large-scale attack on the city, it will spark a war between her kind and humans, and the humans have the numbers to finally make her species extinct for good. So it creates some internal conflict where Shadow is torn between not hurting her brother who she still loves, and stopping him to save the human city to prevent all-out war.

There is an epic battle at the end, where both Rowan and Shadow end up seriously injured, when Thomas appears and shoots a crazed Rowan to save Shadow -- but it doesn't work out like he expected, because then Rowan's focus shifts to killing HIM instead.

While Rowan's back is turned, Shadow gets up from where she'd been bleeding and broken on the ground -- and runs up to her brother, and kills him with her own dagger, finally accepting that he's too far gone to save. So her brother dies in her arms for a second time, shattering her heart with grief despite how much trauma and pain she's already endured.

After that, she decides to disappear from the map entirely, leaving Thomas and the human city to fly miles into the ocean to a lost island called Falkradia where her species used to exist before they were chased out by humans -- she wants to be alone, and be done with all the fighting and bloodshed. She partly blames Thomas for putting her in a situation where she had to choose between him and her brother in the first place, blaming him for forcing her to kill Rowan.

The island is hidden from all human radars and is surrounded by an eternal storm that shields it from view, a storm vicious enough to shred nearly any human vessel that tries to go through it to reach the island inside. So Shadow leaves the team Tanner helped put together.

This all takes place in book 1.

In book 2, to make it brief, a new threat arises that Shadow is one again recruited to help defeat, Tanner sending her a message via her close friend raven who knows how to fly through the storm and reach Falkradia to deliver the message to her asking for help.

Despite how morally-gray and careless Shadow is depicted as in book 1, she does show up to rejoin the team, though she is not enthusiastic about it.

A series of events occur after she comes back from ten island, but in the final battle against the overpowered foe... she dies to save Thomas. It has some powerful symbolism because up to this point Shadow has been very impassive and uncaring toward anyone, full of bitter anger and hatred, so no one knew she actually secretly cared about what happened to Thonas, who is her natural enemy as a human.

But Shadow still manages to kill her enemy right before she collapses in a final last act of good, and Thomas can't do anything but watch her slowly bleed out. Cue extremely sad death and drawn-out scene to rip reader's heart apart. The aftermath is tragic as the team grieves the loss of the morally-gray hero who gave her life to save and protect a human friend. (Okay, it wasn't as brief as I hoped oops)

In book three, a different kind of antagonist/protagonist plot develops, and it's a danger that Tanner, Thomas and the team know they would never stand a chance against on their own.

That's when Tanner reveals that he actually knows a way to bring back the dead. So they eventually agree to bring Shadow back after five long years of her being dead... but she isn't herself. She immediately starts attacking her friends the moment she is alive again, her mind and thoughts fractured from being dead for so long. And considering how dangerous she is, Thomas and friends have to find a way to take her down before she can kill them. And on TOP of that is the lingering anxiety surrounding the new threat they have to deal with, knowing that Shadow is likely the only one powerful enough to help destroy it -- IF they can get the legendary hero back, mind and soul included.

There is a LOT more details I left out for the sake of time, but these summaries hopefully give the vague gist of the stories (all 3 books in the trilogy are spectacularly lengthy so it's hard to give a good summary)

And my favorite genres aside from Whump is Science-Fiction & Fantasy

[aspoonofsugar]

Hi there! so i just found your metas on hxh and they were incredible! i read most of them and it made me want to read the whole manga again… so if possible there’s a few things i wanted to know your thoughts on it.

we have killua here who tries to prioritize important people in his life by saying “alluka’s now is my number priority gon!” (jokingly or not…) and then we have another time that this matter has been addressed, before the start of hunters exam there was a old lady asking two answers question from the trio to let them think about a time they had to choose between their important persons, what do you think about such scenario happening to killua? especially when his arc has always been about protecting someone the question can now change from “how can i protect them? can i even protect them?” to “who should i protect “ you think it’s possible? would it be interesting?

and another thing is killua by far is the character most concerned about love. starting by wanting friendship,friends love and then demonstrating to us that not only he is trying to be a good friend and his character revolves around this but he is trying to be a good family member and wants family love as well. going as far to be the first and only one to interact with a Ai a creature who craves love, answers by “ai..” instead of “hai” (which both means love instead of yes), and is dead set of understanding the correct concept of love, not the one his family has been showing him. the question here is wouldn’t it be interesting to show a romantic love with such a love centric character? at least i’m dying to know if he could resolve his family problems and reach a point as in the head of the family (which btw was a theory of yours that i love) what would be his reaction to romantic love would that be unmanageable to him? would it be used to show his character growth? or it could even be used as a comedy aspect (considering most of his encounters) although i know it’s very unlikely, since it’s a shounen and they won’t revolve around romance much especially since it has not been addressed from the start. but still i’m dying to know! (but… if you have read yuyu hakusho togashi has addressed the main characters love life a bit so there is that hope… so, idk…)

sorry for the rambling, i’m thankful if you have read till here (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)。

Hello anon!

I had received your ask the first time, but I have been rather busy these weeks :)

First of all, thanks for your nice words and for sharing your thought on Killua, I quite like them!

So, I personally think that you can read KilluGon as romantic tbh (and you can read it as platonic, as well... both readings work).

KilluGon has several traits that make it a puppy love like relationship. This means that several scenes can be read as having romantic undertones. Not to count KilluGon itself is foiled with HisoIllu which has much clearer romantic subtext.

In general, I do think both relationships are just that for now... undertones and subtexts and it is probable Togashi won't explore them more than this. He might, if he wants to, but it is not something he must do for the story to work. As you said, it is a shonen and not all shonens have important romantic plotlines. Some of them do, but others do not. HxH is written in a way that can go both way.

In any case, if you ask me how Killua would react to romantic love, his relationship with Gon speaks for itself imo. Killua is a child (even if he is slowly growing up) and has a very simplistic understanding of all relationships. This is taken up to eleven for romantic bonds, which he is clearly ignorant of (see his reaction to Gon's "expertise" with women LOL). That said, he loves deeply and his relationship with Gon, Alluka and his other friends and family all make it very very clear.

Thank you for the ask!

[lyrenminth]

NUMBER ONE PICK

N/A: this is kinda like enemies to lovers. You are an athlete, the story happens in college. It will have a second part because I don't like long posts lol

Joe fucking Burrow.

Ugh.

Why couldn't he wear that stupid helmet everywhere? Or why couldn't he move to another university? Stupid football players, stupid football, and stupid administration.

Your volleyball team was doing fine, the media started noticing your progress and decided to made a short documentary about the players, but since LSU football team was doing extremely well since Joe Burrow arrived, the school media decided your team wasn't interesting/engaging enough and cancelled the short documentary.

You were excited, you were happy someone was paying attention to the effort put in by all the girls. You had seven wins in a row, come on. So, when they gave you the news, you were pissed. It ruined your day. Bad.

It didn't help that you were sharing a class with him, and after an important game where the tigers won everyone was sucking his cock. And he was enjoying it.

His stupid cocky ass.

That documentary should be about the volleyball team, not Joe Burrow. You didn't talk to him so much, you had friends in common but never were at the same time in the same place for different reasons. Besides, you didn't like how everyone worship him. Yes, he was good. The same with the other one hundred athletes in college. And yes, you were damn salty.

So, when your friend invited you to the party to celebrate the win, you said no. She was taking it better than you. Everyone in the team was taking it in a better way. They prompted you to go, saying Joe wouldn't be there because he didn't like people. A fucking lie, of course. What convinced you was the alcohol, you need to forget for a couple of hours.

The party was nice. There were students-athletes and members of sororities. At the beginning you didn't see Joe and thought he wasn't there, but when you went to the garden in a hidden corner to take fresh air he appeared like the fucking Houdini.

Great.

"Hey, you are y/n?"

You nodded, holding your cup with both hands, trying not to look so much his face because for the heaven and hell, he was hot. Everyone knew that, it was a reason why girls loved to show them tits to him. He was tall, well-built, a jawline which could cut your veggies and his laid-back, confident personality.

"I'm Joe Burrow" he said. You almost roll your eyes. "Yeah, I know" he read your expression, knowing you weren't happy with his presence.

"So, I just want to tell you I'm sorry for the doc" he explained. He didn't sound drunk at all. You were drinking but still thinking clearly.

"Yeah, me too" You couldn't hide the bitterness in your voice. Gosh, people didn't understand how important was for you, for the team. Everyone said "it just a documentary no one is going to see" and that hurt because you were working so hard and nobody cared.

"I didn't say or did anything if that's what you were thinking" he added "I'm just good"

His last comment sent you to hell. What the fuck?

"Yeah, and we are fucking trash although we are in a winning strike"

"I didn't mean it that way" he clarify, bothered after hearing your harsh tone.

"Yeah, I don't care" you took a deep breath realizing how rude you were. Yes, it wasn't Joe's fault, he was an exceptional quarterback and you only wanted to fight a wall "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just frustration"

"I see" he said quietly.

"What does it feel that everyone around you thinks you are great, cool and hot?" you asked, regretting it a few moments later.

"Do you think am I hot?" he said, amused.

"That wasn't the question"

"Um, I don't know. it is who I am" he shrugged.

"Well, yeah, thank you for the clarification. You deserved it though" you replied, referring to the doc.

"I mean, yeah, but you played well. I think is unfair for you and the team" You raised your eyebrow, not expecting that answer from a guy like him. "I mean, you can't avoid being popular" you stated.

"I don't like it as you suppose" he answered, looking around. A blonde girl was smiling at him "I just want to play"

"Well, doesn't matter what my opinion is. Congrats"

After that talk, you realized he wasn't such a prick. In fact, he was kinda weird. Not in a bad way, but you could tell, he didn't receive so much attention before. Also, the perfectionist and competitive traits pushed him to give his all. LSU did better not only for him but other key players. And you didn't want to get to invested, but Joe started following you, talking to you in class, sitting next to you. Weird stuff which made you uncomfortable because the last thing you wanted was to be labeled as his girlfriend when you were an athlete too. It didn't help the comments he used to make when you were lonely:

"You help me to be better, to improve my game"

"You are more competitive than me, I like it"

"I could learn from you too"

"My coach says you are the best in your position, I believe that's true"

You didn't know when your hatred vanished; when your walls fell down.

"You should sleep with him" Mindy, your friend and teammate said "He is the moment, he is hot and soon-to-be number one pick in the draft"

"No" You had a flashback of his back muscles, the long thighs, the pecs, and the dreamy booty. How many dreams have you had about kissing him below the ear?

"Not every day you sleep with a number one pick" she argued.

"Mindy no" you push the lustful thoughts aside.

"He likes you"

"Hell no" you replied, feeling uneasy.

"Hell yes" she said, grinning like a damn maniac "You are clueless and in deep denial. The poor boy follows you like a lost puppy. The other day I saw a girl trying to kill you with her glare when you were speaking to him. Those bitches dream to be you"

"You know that I have my goals too"

"Oh, come on! You didn't like volleyball either, you did it for the scholarship. Are you thinking of having a career?" Not really. Mindy knew your well "Or are you scared you like him as he likes you?"

"He is gonna be famous, and I wouldn't know how to handle that" you confessed. College and NFL were different lives. "You let it flow, baby" she said "And also, do you think he is going to let you go away?"

No, Joe always worked hard for what he wanted.

The thought made your cheeks red and your knees weak. But, there was this unnamed relationship, very close to a couple. He supported you, listened to you and you reciprocated. It was easy to do because...well, because you liked him too.

You took a deep breath, thinking about all the reasons why you should not date him. Stick to them, even if it hurts.

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Joe got nominated for the Heisman.

He invited you to the awards. Everybody thought you had something going on. I was strange since slept in a sexual way (once you got wasted and slept together) and kissed a couple times. You were going crazy. What Joe Burrow wants from you?

It was time to put your big girl pants and asked him directly. So you invited him over, and he arrived after practice, freshly showered. Joe was happy to be there, and bought you a Subway on the way since you told him you haven't eat. It was those actions what cause confusion and ache. You needed to get the thing straight.

"Do you want to eat, first?" He said offering the Subway.

"No, later" he raised an eyebrow because you rarely rejected eating "I want to talk about us. I know you invited me to the Heisman ceremony and I would like to go, but I want to be clear that I'm not willing to wasted my time if we are not a couple. I'll go to the ceremony as your girlfriend nothing less"

Joe wasn't the only taking decisions. You wanted you piece of cake too. You were serious about this, after thinking so much about the pros and cons, the lifestyle of Joe scared you, but with a good support system you should be ok. You talked with your parents, friends and strangers on internet. Again, you were going crazy for this relationship.

"Ok" he said, and you almost threw a pillow at him. "Ok, that's all?" You asked skeptical.

"Yeah, I mean is weird you asked because in my mind we have been dating for a while, but I'm willing to go and said to the world you are my girl officially"

"In your mind?" he shrugged, a shy smile on his lips "Joe, wtf? I was dating you without knowing. Dude, we haven't had sex yet" his laugh made you stare at him "What?"

"From now and on, we have so much time to do what you want. Kiss, fuck, watch movies. Whatever you want" he said, happy. You noticed that he was fully committed. He had that determined expression he used to have before important games.

"I'm confused" he got closer to you and kissed you. You were getting used to his soft lips. Needless to say, he was a good kisser.

"Don't be, you're mine, I'm yours, everything is fine"

[inkysquelched]

Sorry it took me so long to answer these! Anyway Eights next:

Eight is the calmest, second to Three lol; while her and Four match each other’s energy sometimes. She’s actually super stubborn. Once her mind is made up, good luck changing it. She got some memories back from the memcakes in the metro, but she got most of them back from the memverse.

Also Eight idolizes Marina a lot, causing her to dress very similarly. :)

Contrary to popular belief, she holds barely any resentment to Three nor the NSS. She’s sees Three (and the others) as someone who was following orders. She in a way pity’s the NSS (and by extension C. Cuttlefish) because she feels they’re uneducated and misguided. She’s more mad at their government, the NSS aren’t the ones keeping them out of Inkopolis.

The Octolings aren’t the ones subject to propaganda and indoctrination, Inklings are.

Talking about Eight without mentioning how things work in the domes would be a crime:

1. Octolings are rarely raised by their parents, parental mortality is basically a definite. (Her mom died shortly after she was born, she was raised in a training dojo by a former octosniper).

2. Because parental mortality is so common, many octarians are “test tube” babies and are adopted out.

3. Octolings are not mind controlled, the glasses help with night vision. Night vision is actually a rare trait for them to have, you wanna know who naturally does? Inklings.

Fun fact - Many Inklings are from the depths, including Three’s relatives. (The Deepsea Metro connects them to the surface, this is a popular way for octolings to try to sneak out to the surface).

4. A lot of people love and respect DJ Octavio, some think he’s a little weird at worst. Despite losing her memories, she still has an innate respect for him.

5. Octolings also aren’t forced to stay in the domes by their government, they are forced out by the inkling government. They are free to go anywhere else, but Inkopolis has an allure to many.

6. The NSS has a very bad reputation in the domes, a surprise to no one. The ones with the worst rep is C. Cuttlefish, Three and Four. Three’s rep is iffy though, some admire her but most fear her.

7. All Octolings have venom, which can be transferred through bites or scratches from their claws. This also makes their ink more abrasive, with the side effect of their weapons filters getting clogged super easily. (Octarian modeled filters don’t have this problem.)

8. I imagine that octolings are extremely tough to fight, so Three and Four were both taught to avoid them and only fight them if necessary. They usually ended up depending on specials.

9. Octarians lost the war because of the sheer number of inklings, they were overwhelmed.

10. Octarians and Salmonoids have an alliance and share territory with each other, inklings are the only ones getting invaded.

Side note: I know I like to draw a bunch of gay stuff with her and Three, but I actually don’t imagine them dating until after Alterna. Mostly because Three wanted to get herself sorted (mentally) first and Eight was happy to wait. Forever if she wished.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! I saw that you were theorizing before about Sherlock so I really want two things let out of my chest since I saw the series and I am curious what you think.

First of all, I have always had this theory that Moffat and Gatiss wanted Johnlock as their end-goal. I studied Film and screenwriting which taught me a lot and there is NO WAY they made all those things suggesting that their relationship is keep building from colleague to friends to something else in the first two season just by share accident. There are so many ways they could have done it and I don't believe it that they wanted queer baiting just for the sake of it THIS much without a resolution. I especially not believe it since Gatiss is gay and he should know more. Not to mention that the interviews around the first two seasons were quite telling sometimes that they were not opposed to the idea. Then something happened. My theory is that either the BBC or whoever was charged of Doyle estate and Sherlcok Holmes right (which became free from this year), or maybe even both of them could see where this is going and let Mofftiss know that they can't do that. They are bringing the money and they can call the shots even though they are the creators so they needed to compromise. And you can see they clearly made a turn from Season 3. And I think you can tell about the interviews as well from that period. I believe that's (one of the) reason Martin had enough by the end probably and they just did the job they had to do. That's what I felt. Like they were acting but it didn't really have the....spice if you know what I mean. What do you think? I have always had this theory but since studying film and how film production work and the writing progress I am convinced that they thought it through and they had a clear intension, a long game but they need to stop. 2. This second one is not a theory but it always really bugged me. In the last episode, the Final problem when Sherlock had to call Molly to make her say I love you (let's not talk about the part how rubbish it was), why Molly looked so...pardon my language...shit? She looked so done, like she was crying for hours before and it was just super weird. What was the intention behind it? It was never really explained. Or did they want to suggest that she had a shitty day and she has no patience today for Sherlock or what? She was so completely different than normally. (And I try not to rage about the fact how they underminded her character but that's another story). What do you think about that one? Honestly it really bothered me when I saw that.

Sorry for the long post. This is something I have in me for years and I didn't really have anyone to share with. If anyone else wants to comment on it, go ahead. (And english is not my first language so sorry if there are grammar issues)

Hey Lovely!

Sorry for the delay in a reply, I always need to switch my brain into Meta Mode™ to answer these types of questions, and since I don't do that much anymore, I have to go back and see what I used to theorize, LOL. So, let's go:

ONE:

Your theory aligns mostly with my own: either the (at the time) Doyle estate got involved since they saw where the plot lines were leading to post-S3, OR – and this is the one I lean more heavier towards – BBC interference. I believe there was a turnover of higher-ups at BBC at the time, if I recall correctly, and perhaps their vision for the show differed from what the story was being told. I agree with you – there is NO WAY that they DIDN'T see what they were doing...

Which then leads me to the third (and, I fear, the actual answer) option – queerbaiting to bring in the numbers. Moffat has done projects in the past where he never follows through with the queer romance or they die / happens offscreen, and Gatiss has openly admitted to using homoeroticism to bring in an audience after the downfall of S4. So It's also likely that they got too full of themselves, and without a third writer to reign them in and make a cohesive narrative (at the VERY least make S4 make sense to the other previous episodes with or without Johnlock endgame), they wrote something no one liked at ALL (even though they LEGIT thought TFP was great enough to nominate for an Emmy, if I recall correctly, and backed down on that claim after it was critically panned), including the critics AND general audience, basically told everyone they were stupid, and picked up their ball and went home. And they refuse to say if Sherlock is done at this point because the Brand™ gets them money still.

None of the actors seemed very happy after S4, even though they worked SO hard to make the best with what they had been given. Martin was DONE in interviews, Ben is SO bad at faking it, but he tried, bless his heart, and I think at this point, with both Martin and Ben busy with their own careers and side projects, I don't think we're getting anything within the next 5 years. But I've been surprised before.

TWO:

Ah, yes, the Molly Thing in TFP™, one of the things that just... ruined her entire character, devolving her back to ASiP Molly. The running theory – or at least my theory – is that she is a placeholder character for John in John's coma nightmare. She is John's inner feelings, the ones John himself feels like he can't express to Sherlock because he fears the rejection from Sherlock. I PERSONALLY think that's how we're supposed to read that scene, because otherwise any other context is weird and demeaning to her character arc.

But then again, the entirety of S4 is one big FU the series without an S5 to clean it up.

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I hope I helped a bit with this response! Sorry if I missed anything, I'm exhausted and need some sleep LOL.

Feel free, friends, to add your own thoughts.