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riddlerosehearts · 1 year

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list of acd canon sherlock holmes things i absolutely love

(and am going to mostly put under a readmore because i made most of this list while rereading the entire canon so it is very long! listen i just think sherlock holmes is the best character ever and i need to share my love for him--)

immediately upon being introduced to watson he grabs him by the sleeve, starts excitedly showing off his bloodstain testing experiment, and claps his hands “looking as delighted as a child with a new toy”. once he finishes, his eyes glitter and he puts his hand on his heart and bows “as if to some applauding crowd conjured up by his imagination”.

watson: “i object to rows because my nerves are shaken”

holmes: “do you include violin playing in your category of rows?” he asked, anxiously

he’s noted to be extraordinarily knowledgeable and zealous in his studies, and yet on the same page it’s stated that he doesn’t know the earth travels around the sun and once watson tells him about it he immediately decides to forget about it because it’s not relevant to his work. this is where the famous “brain attic” monologue comes in.

watson writes this list about him and then throws it into the fire in despair:

has a habit of laughing in a way that’s described as bursting into an “explosion” or “roar” of laughter

frequently does this at crime scenes:

enlists a gang of street orphans to help him on his cases, pays them for their work, and generally treats them as equals but also playfully talks to them like a general to his soldiers

plays the violin for watson to help him get to sleep

is incredibly knowledgable on anything from different types of tobacco, to the ways one's trade can influence the form of their hands, to medieval pottery and stradivarus violins. and yet, i reiterate, does not know the earth revolves around the sun.

has a tendency of waxing poetic about the meaningless of existence, particularly when he’s bored from not having any cases to work on

once said about a dog “i would rather have toby’s help than that of the whole detective force of london”

used the word “doggy” when speaking to toby

once told watson “i don’t wish to be theatrical” despite all evidence to the contrary

disguises himself as an old man just to play a prank on watson

watson: “i think i had better go”

holmes: “not at all, doctor. stay where you are. i am lost without my boswell.”

is known to wiggle in his chair when he gets excited about a case

discovers that a man has tricked his own stepdaughter into a fake marriage so he can keep her at home and control her life and inheritance. acknowledges that said man hasn’t done anything illegal but still tells him “there never was a man who deserved punishment more” and that he ought to get whipped for what he did, and then goes to actually get his hunting crop, causing the man to run out the door at top speed

let a criminal go free because it turned out the man he murdered was trying to force said criminal’s daughter into an unwanted marriage

was suddenly made to participate in the wedding of someone he was tracking for a case, came home and laughed about it for several minutes, exclaimed “well, really!”, laughed for several more minutes, and only then did he actually tell watson what happened

responds to the king of bohemia insulting irene adler and saying she’s not on his level by saying coldly: “from what i have seen of the lady, she seems indeed to be on a very different level to your majesty”, which is basically him saying “actually she’s way better than you, so fuck off”

refused to shake said king’s hand

built a pillow fort in a client’s house so he could think better

let a poor jewel thief go because he cried, because it was christmas and therefore it was the season of forgiveness, and because the case was really easy anyway so it’s not his fault if the police are too stupid to solve it themselves

always reassures clients that they can trust him and watson and speak freely around them

is willing to waive his fee for clients who can’t afford to pay him, because according to him his profession is its own reward

this entire scene from speckled band when he gets confronted by his client’s abusive stepfather:

this nice little example of the gentleness he often displays with his clients:

the adventure of the copper beeches. just, all of it. a woman he doesn’t know comes to holmes for advice about a potential job she’s interviewed for and they both agree it sounds incredibly sketchy, she says she’s gonna take it anyway because she needs the money, and he’s like “well i wouldn’t want any sister of mine doing something like this but FINE i guess, just please write to us and let us know if you’re okay and if anything bad happens we’ll drop everything and come help you immediately”, and then the job does in fact turn out to be super sketchy and they drop everything and get on a train as soon as she writes to them

sometimes spends several hours out on walks through the park or the town with watson just relaxing and talking with him for the sake of it, despite watson frequently noting that holmes doesn’t have much appreciation for nature

“we have had the good fortune to bring peace to many troubled souls. i trust that we may do the same for you,” he says “in his easy, genial way” to a potential client who’s clearly very upset and sleep-deprived

is completely wrong about a particular case and asks watson to remind him of that case next time he gets overconfident

is noted by watson to be very neat and methodical in his methods and way of dress, while simultaneously being one of the messiest people ever who keeps his tobacco inside a persian slipper and his unopened letters held up by a knife in the center of his mantelpiece, keeps tons of criminal relics which apparently somehow end up in the butter dish sometimes, and keeps countless stacks of papers and documents all over the place

tells watson anecdotes about his past just to avoid cleaning up said documents

deliberately knocks over a table, shattering a glass fruit bowl which then sends oranges rolling all over the room, and then blames it on watson and runs away

says snarky things like “when gregson or lestrade are out of their depth–which, by the way, is their normal state” and “you’ve done very well, watson! it’s too bad you’ve missed everything of importance”

laughs when watson suggests he’s being modest about his abilities

picked up a rose and got all sappy and poetic about it

more specifically, picked up a rose and said that religion can be a science which involves a lot of careful deduction, and that flowers are a source of hope and proof of the goodness of god due to the fact that they aren’t a necessary part of life but are still so beautiful anyway

recovered an incredibly valuable government treaty for a client and had it served to him on a platter at breakfast because, in his own words, he “never can resist a touch of the dramatic”

faked his death and then revealed to watson that he was still alive in a manner that even he admitted was unnecessarily dramatic

had a full-scale wax model of himself created and used it to fool his enemies

made a diagram out of breadcrumbs to explain something to watson

broke into a blackmailer’s house for a case because he believed it to be morally justifiable, and admitted that he always thought he might make a good criminal

held watson’s hand while they were burgling said house together

twice

allowed said blackmailer to be murdered in front of him by one of his victims and then refused to take the case when asked because he just hated the guy that much

“flushed up with pleasure” when watson complimented him

asked watson to sell his medical practice and move back into 221b with him after the death of his wife. and then secretly gave a relative of his a ton of money to buy watson’s medical practice at the highest price watson would ask for, just so they could live together again

was nearly brought to tears by lestrade saying he was proud of him

let a dog lead him around on a case, multiple times in different stories

was very gentle with a client who he knew to be the victim of an abusive marriage and allowed the man who killed her husband to go free out of sympathy for their situation

noticed watson looking sad and touching his war wound and tried to cheer him up by echoing his thoughts and providing a deduction of how he knew what he was thinking

mentioned watson’s sparkling eyes in said deduction

talked about nothing but violins and his favorite violinist for an hour while he and watson had lunch together

likes going to classical music concerts and getting lost in the music

does scrapbooking

chuckles and rubs his hands together when he’s happy

this:

takes getting called "the devil himself" as a compliment

let a killer go because he had only killed in retaliation for the unjust murder of his lover, and holmes felt that he might’ve done the same if someone were to kill the woman he loved

on a completely unrelated note tells a guy who shoots watson “if you had killed watson you would not have got out of this room alive”

also reacted like this when watson got shot:

went undercover to supposedly give a guy secret government intelligence documents, and then gave him a book about bees instead

frequently disguised himself either for cases or just to fool watson and was noted to be a great actor

once disguised himself as an old woman with a parasol

tried the best he could to talk a young woman out of marrying a man who had a history of “collecting” women for sport and destroying their lives, and admitted to watson that he thought of her as he would think of his own daughter

was prone to “imp-like moods”

sent watson a message to come over at once ("if convenient--if inconvenient come all the same") just so he could infodump to him about dogs

wasn’t surprised that a dog died of grief shortly after its owner’s death, because of “the beautiful, faithful nature of dogs”

listened with great sympathy to a depressed woman who wanted to tell him her tragic story, picked up on hints that she was planning to commit suicide, talked her out of it by convincing her that her life does have value and then called her brave for choosing to live

got lost in thought looking out the window at the publicly funded elementary schools and randomly went on about how he believes they and the children who attend them are beacons of a brighter future

made hot cocoa for watson

shook hands with a baby

retired to the countryside to live on a farm and become a beekeeper.

#this post is SO ridiculously long i'm sorry. if the readmore doesn't work i will scream #it's also been in my drafts for ages and i wanna post it now that i'm deep in sherlock holmes obsession again #it is mostly for me so i can remind myself how much i love him <3 #sherlock holmes #acd canon #edit: okay not only did the readmore work but there are TWO readmores and i have no damn clue why #i can't seem to get rid of the second one?? idk if it's because the post is so long or what lol but oh well

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xerith-42 · 4 months

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Dante hesdcanons pls pls pls pls pls

I'll admit, I haven't given blue hair and pronouns enough love, so let's give it to him.

Dante was like 18 fresh out of the guard academy when Aph met him, compared to Garroth and Laurance who are in their mid to late twenties, and he was kind of just a little feral. Dante is just used to being a bewildering presence for people and he loves it. Like "Yes, I am basically a very tall child (5'7) and yes I will kick your ass." He likes confusing people, but he also really likes that Aph isn't thrown off by him. She treats him the way she would treat any guard she got roped into helping on a mission.

Dante's favorite color is magenta. Don't ask me why.

Dante carries on the honored tradition started by Gene of being a completely disastrous bisexual. Then again, with Garroth, Aph, and Laurance as his other role models, he really didn't stand a chance. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks about the possibility of just being with Nana and Nicole at the same time. He knows it's impossible, they've already pushed the situation past the point of no return because of his and Nicole's refusal to communicate, and he can't even begin to fathom how he'd explain it to the kids if Nana and Nicole even agreed to it.

Dante's favorite sweet that Nana makes is strawberry tarts. Strawberries are just his favorite fruits and Nana is always able to make something delicious with them.

This is basically canon but I want to turn up Dante's "I love my wife so god damn much!!" energy to 11. Like even if there's problems with Nicole, especially after they're resolved, he's so in love with Nana it's ridiculous. Y'know the way Maes Hughes is in Fullmetal Alchemist about his wife and kid? That's how Dante is.

And nobody can even really be mad at him because he's so earnest and loving and especially his mentors are so proud of him for really finding love and learning to cherish it. But there is more than a few times when Dante is gushing about his wife to Laurance while they're sparring and Laurance just groans and rolls his eyes. "Dante, I literally knew your wife before you did." "But you don't understand how she makes me feel Laurance! She's so brilliant, and beautiful--" "I've already heard you go on this rant before!"

There are some days where he's sort of distant. They became more and more frequent after Aph and everyone disappeared. Sometimes he would just go out to the gates of Phoenix Drop where he waited for them, or to that spot in the forest where they were last seen. He doesn't really say a lot, just stares at those spots, letting his brain feeling the crushing loneliness of missing almost everyone important to him. History has repeated itself. Due to forces that were honestly largely out of Dante's control, he's lost his entire family.

When Nana told him she was pregnant, Dante started crying. Tears of joy, relief, terror, grief, adoration, hopefulness. He just falls to his knees while holding her hand and cries. And Nana kneels down and comforts him. She knows what this means to him, how important and yet twisted Dante's relationship to having a family is. But neither one of them doubt that the other wants this. Dante wants this more than anything.

Oh my Irene he must have been a MESS after finding out about Dmitri. I know the show gave us some of this, but he probably hid a lot of it from Aph because she hasn't been around for so long, and he saw the kind of relationship bull shit she is still kind of getting up to, so he doesn't want to burden her with this. But when everyone's gone home for the night and it's just Nana and Dante in their bed together?

Needless to say a lot of tears were shed, apologies were stumbled through, and Dante ultimately resolves that he wants to be an even better father than he is to make up for not being there for Dmitri. And Nana assures him he's already a great father (because he is), but adores how dedicated her husband is to making up for his past mistakes in a very substantial way.

It takes a very long time for Dante to forgive Nicole. He still loves her, he never won't love her honestly, but he can't forgive her for hiding Dmitri from him. Even if they weren't together when he was born, he still would have done anything Nicole needed. Whether that was keeping Dmitri in his home for a few weeks, or just giving Nicole monthly payments, Dante would have taken what he could get. He's heartbroken that after all the time they spent together Nicole didn't realize that about him. Even if he'd "moved on".

I don't think Dante is capable of moving on. He's a character who constantly gets stuck in the past and shoulders the consequences of not only his own mistakes, but the mistakes of many others around him. Even when he tries to move forward, his past keeps coming back to bite him in the ass.

#text post #aphmau #i dont support aphmau #minecraft diaries #mcd dante #mcd headcanons #writing #dante headcanons #garroth ro'meave #laurance zvahl #nana ashida #mcd nicole #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #<---- I just reference it asdsafsdf #I do that a lot actually #aphblr #aphmau mcd #aphmau minecraft diaries #aphverse

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tbgblr2 · 8 months

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2 Friends, 3 Babies.

Several months prior, two friends are texting:

Kirsty: *Hey babe*

Kate: *Yeah?*

Kirsty: *<Posts picture of a positive pregnancy test>*

Kate: *EEEEEEE! For real. Congrats! We are catching up, tomorrow!*

Three months later, the following text message discussion occurred:

Kate: *Oh my god, you’ll never guess what!*

Kirsty: *What?*

Kate: *<Posts picture of positive pregnancy test>*

Kirsty: *OH MY GOD!!!!*

Kate: *Yep… we do everything together, even babies!*

Kate: *But… I’ve got 2 in me!*

Kirsty: *Twins? WOWWWW!*

Kirsty and Kate grew up in a small town, and did everything together, they both grew up together, went to school and college together, even worked at the same job together. They were more like sisters than friends, and now with their joint pregnancies, they were doing antenatal classes together. Kate had married Kevin – another childhood friend – and yes, you will notice the prolific number of ‘K’ names between the group – one of the quirks of living in a close-knit community, sometimes things get a bit well… weird.

In this case, generationally, each family collectively agreed to use the next letter of the alphabet to name their children. No one knows how far back it started, but their parents’ friends’ group was made up of a Joyce, Joseph, Janice and James. They had a few friends like John and Jack… and a few from the older generation, Ian and Irene. Ken was an unfortunate teenage pregnancy incident between one of Kirsty and Kate’s mothers’ friends, born much older than the rest of the generation thanks to a lack of sufficient education about sexual practices in the school system.

Tom – Kirsty’s husband – was the odd one out – he was an import into the area. Kirsty met him at university, and he was soon welcomed into the community with open arms as they dated and eventually married.

Even though the 2 ladies were frequently seen to be almost identical in their style and demeanour, as time progressed in their respective pregnancies, the obviousness of their pregnant condition separated them. Kirsty managed to keep a very petite bump, it was very small and contained. Kate on the other hand had surpassed Kirsty’s belly measurement by her 5th month, Kirsty’s 8th – looking as if full term with a single baby before Kirsty had even given birth.

Kate was thrilled – and to be honest a little apprehensive – when Kirsty asked her to be her birthing partner – she was very aware that whatever happened to Kirsty she would have to do herself in only a matter of weeks afterwards, but the two of them felt that they were well prepared between watching birth videos together, taking birth classes together, and generally being good emotional support to each other through the trials of heartburn, morning sickness and cravings.

As time progressed, and the inevitable day finally arrived, Kirsty called Kate to tell her that she was certain she was in labour, and she should come over.

Kate knocked briefly on the door and walked in – she was past needing to wait for her friend to come and let her in, but as she took her time turning around to close the door behind her – always conscious of her bump potentially knocking into things - she shouted her hello into the house.

“Come on in” shouted Kirsty in response, as Kate turned back around and walked down the small corridor into the room where the sound came from.

She immediately stopped in her tracks, her hand flying instinctively to her mouth in unexpected shock.

“Kirsty, you’re naked!” exclaimed Kate.

Kirsty wasn’t exactly naked. She was covered by a dressing gown, but it was open rather than tied, her body and hair evidently wet like she had just been in the bath or shower. She was sat on her birth ball, slowly rotating her hips in a figure eight motion as Kate rounded the corner into the room.

She looked up and managed a smile, “Yeah and I’ve got a baby wanting to come out of me, so I win this round”

Kate couldn’t help but giggle, when almost on cue, Kirsty’s face scrunched up as she brushed back the fabric of her robe from the right hand side of her belly and clamped her hand on it, rubbing it with slow circles. Kate watched enraptured as Kirsty’s belly tensed and for a brief moment, an outline of a part of the baby was seen poking out. She gasped without realising.

Kirsty, seeing this happen, blew out her breath as the contraction passed and smiled once again. “I take it you saw little bub’s butt?” Kate nodded. “Yeah its crazy, been watching it all morning as my belly tightens up. I suppose it’s a downside of a small bump... not much free room in there I guess?”

Kate asked “So how long have you been in labour for?”

Kirsty looked up as if she was trying to work something out in her head. “Well... I was straddled riding Tom last night”

“Hey, do you not have any secrets!” shouted Tom from the next room.

“Of course not baby, we are friends!” shouted Kirsty, grinning maniacally. “As I was saying before being rudely interrupted, I was riding my man like a beast, when I felt some contractions. Not sure if the baby was fed up of being juggled around or some magic happened... when the magic happened, but they didn’t let up, not like any of those Braxton Hicks things I’d been having.”

Kate nodded, her hand instinctively moving to her belly to feel the movement of the babies inside her at the mention of Braxton Hicks contractions, she was only 6 months along, and she knew she had those to look forward to when the babies had grown a little more – if that was possible – she was bigger than Kirsty right now, and Kirsty was in labour!

Kirsty continued. “I managed to get a couple of hours sleep, but at around about... oh... 5 I think I gave up after watching the clock for an hour and feeling the occasional cramp. I knew they weren’t going away at this point and got excited you know.”

Kate nodded as Kirsty continued. “I got up to go to the toilet” - cue knowing nods from Kate - “had a little bite to eat, and just sat and watched TV for a few hours feeling the build-up and progression, having a good moan and groan to myself. After Tom got up and noticed I wasn’t in bed, it had been several hours, and things had started to get a bit fruity, let me tell you. Headed for a nice warm bath to try and get comfortable when I got in touch with you. Had about an hour in there – it helped; I'll admit – but I figure it's about time to go to the birth centre. So here we are, about an hour later, Tom has – I hope – finished packing, and I need to just get dressed a bit so I can go out in public.”

Tom poked his head around the door. “We’re all set – Hi Kate!”

“Hi Tom” Kate held her hand up in greeting.

Kirsty stands from the ball, arching her back as she simultaneously holds the underside of her belly and pulls, lifting her round midsection up. “That feels so much better let me tell you, nothing like it to ease back pain. Baby’s got no decency to stay well away from nerves.” She shuffles back towards a chair where a dress is draped over the back of it, shrugging off the dressing gown into a pile on the floor behind her, she grabs the dress and starts to pull it over her head, the fabric gathering above her bump until she's pulled it over her head and able to pull it down.

“No underwear?” queried Kate, as Kirsty shook a finger at her, dropping her head and grimacing, evident that another contraction had started to ramp up. Kate moved over to her friend and got in as close as her own bump would let her, rubbing Kirsty’s back. That seemed to help, and her tight, scowling expression relaxed a little as she felt the muscles of her back being softly massaged.

Tom walked back into the room with a bag slung over his shoulder with their hospital things in, taking his wife's hands in his own, he slowly rubbed his thumbs over the back of her two hands whilst whispering to her that she was doing well, and she was well on her way to meeting their baby.

As the contraction reached its peak and finally ebbed away, Kirsty felt she could breathe again, huffing out her breath with a groan. The contractions were definitely getting worse as time went on... she figured it was going to be as much, but she was secretly hoping that they would reach a peak with their pain and intensity, and eventually just go on longer and longer. She figured in her own head that was too much to ask for.

The three made their way to the car – Kirsty and Tom just having upgraded their small hatchback they shared as a couple to something larger with the baby on the way. Kate settled into the passenger seat as she pushed the seat back as much as she could, Kirsty sat in the back row, on the assumption that it would allow her a bit more freedom of movement should she need it during the ride – she didn’t like the idea of getting trapped in the passenger seat and be surrounded by all the dashboard and centre consoles and not being able to move around, even shuffle from left to right.

Tom opened the boot, threw in the bag he was carrying, and promised he would be quick as he dashed back into the house. Two pairs of pregnant women’s eyes followed his movements as he retreated. He returned a few moments later with the car seat for the baby, and placed that in the back as well, not wanting to set it up in position for now in case Kirsty wanted to move around.

“Lets go have a baby!” he yelled, the emotions he had bottled up finally releasing into a yell of triumph that he and his wife were on their way.

As the engine burst into life, another contraction started assaulting Kirsty’s belly. She groaned, resulting in Tom turning around before pulling away. “Just drive!” Kirsty growled a little, completely unintentionally. Noticing Tom’s expression drop, she took a breath and added, in a more reasonable tone “Sooner we get moving, the sooner we get there. I’m expecting a few more of these on the way, and Kate can help me cope. Just want you to focus on the road to get us there in one piece.” Tom nodded and pulled away, glancing back at the rear-view mirror to see Kirsty lying back, rubbing furiously at her belly.

Tom set a decent pace, keeping to the speed limit, but weaving between lanes to keep moving and not end up in queues. Kirsty went through several contractions in the car, typically when they ramped up to higher intensities, she leaned her head on the seat in front and pushed her hand forward, allowing Kate to grab it and hold on as she squeezed, often grasping Kirsty’s hand with both of hers. Tom kept the compliments and encouragement going all the way through the drive - “You’re doing well baby, keep on doing that, breathe nice and deep, pant out the pain.” Kate chimed in at appropriate times “That’s it Kirst, squeeze my hand nice and tight, just keep on thinking about meeting the baby.”

Kirsty shuffled from side to side in the seat as she tried to keep comfortable, struggling with the sensations of labour getting more and more pronounced as the drive went on. Tom was of course driving as quick as he could, which resulted in one rapid stop as a car appeared in front of him unexpectedly. The stop-start nature of the journey, coupled with her own hormones, and the surprising heat generated by her own pregnant body left her feeling nauseous, so she wound down the window and let the cool air blast into her face for a while.

At one point, Kirsty had almost gotten to her wits end, tired of sitting in the same position, the pain in her lower back becoming more and more intense as the drive and her labour progressed. She managed to get her body rotated in the seat, so she had her knees pressed against the seat, her belly sticking out into the area where she was sitting a few moments earlier, and her hands grasping the headrest as she moaned a sorrowful sounding wail, a contraction almost breaking her. Tom had little he could do to assist, and even Kate couldn’t really get her hand back far enough, only really brushing hers against her friends thigh, so both were left looking through the rear view mirror at the labouring woman and feeling powerless to help other than to keep on telling her that they were getting closer and closer to the birthing centre.

When the group were almost there, about 2-3 minutes from the hospital, Kirsty let out a growl which suddenly turned into an exclaimation. “GrrrrrrooooohSHIT!” Kate turned around as best she could, and Tom, all credit to him, didn’t take his eyes off the road but asked what had happened.

“Water broke... I think” replied Kirsty speaking in a pained tone, eyes scrunched up in the middle of a contraction, she pulled her hands out from between her legs and brought up fingers that were glistening with fluid.

Tom gasped, asking “Do I stop, do I go... were almost there?”

Kate looked at him. “Get to the birthing centre, I don’t think she's in any risk of pushing the baby out right here.”

Kirsty answered silently by shaking her head. Gasping a “go” as best she could, Tom got the message and drove on.

Kirsty squirmed in the seat, feeling the wetness of her clothes cling to her. She mumbled a quick “Sorry guys” as she lifted her backside off the seat and pulled at her dress, lifting it up above her bump, exposing her lower half and sitting back down. “That was uncomfortable.” Tom could only stare in disbelief as Kate smiled. “Whatever helps you cope.”

As the car arrived in the car park, Kate offered to go in and get things ready for the couple, presuming that Kirsty would need a moment to get herself tidied up and out of the car. Of course, being 6 months pregnant with twins, and sporting a large belly herself didn’t exactly mean she was able to jump out of the car herself and head over quickly either.

She eventually managed to extract herself from the seat and with a half run-half waddle she pushed the door to the birthing centre open to be greeted by a receptionist.

“Hi” said Kate. “We rang ahead, got a baby coming. Waters just broken on the journey in.”

The receptionist looked at Kate and got the wrong end of the stick, thinking she was the woman in labour.

“Please take a seat ma’am and I'll bring the admittance forms over to you... or do you feel that you would need a wheelchair and to go straight to the assessment room?”

“Wh...wha?” Kate was taken aback momentarily until she put 2 and 2 together. “Oh... no... my friend is in labour. I’ve got a fair old while to go, still only 6 months along.” Kate was not sure if it was the frantic nature of the drive into the area, but this set her off giggling. Kirsty is going to love hearing this.

“I think the wheelchair could be useful for our labouring mamma though,” noted Kate as the receptionist nodded. “You should see the couple in the car park.”

An orderly took one of the wheelchairs which were stacked to the side and wheeled it out to greet the labouring couple, as the receptionist asked for Kirsty's name, brought up her records on the screen and clicked a few locations on the screen, announcing that she was all set.

The orderly came in backwards, wheeling Kirsty in front of him in reverse, Tom following with the bag close behind the small group. As the orderly spun the chair around so Kirsty faced the receptionist, Kirsty let out a slight smile and a nod of greeting.

The receptionist greeted her with her own beaming smile and wished her good luck, advising the orderly to take the group to assessment room 2. Tom and Kate followed on behind the wheelchair bound Kirsty as the three of them and the orderly entered a room.

“I’ll come back and get the chair when you’ve been assessed, just sit tight and our midwife will be here in just a couple of minutes... or if you’d like a hand up, I can help?”

“Please, help me stand” asked Kirsty. The orderly and Tom helped her get up whilst Kate wheeled the chair to the side of the room. “Thanks, I’ve been sitting for a while in the car, I just want to move around.”

“Not a problem” the orderly smiled. He pointed over to buzzer on the wall. “There’s an intercom there if you need to reach reception, but you shouldn’t have much of a wait.”

As the orderly leaves, Kirsty’s hand goes to her bump again as she waddles over to grasp onto a handrail on the wall. Her walk is noticeably bow-legged as she tries to avoid the damp patch on the back her dress which is clearly visible from behind. “I just realised how soaked I am now the dress isn't stuck to me,” she manages, between huff and puff breaths as she focuses on the contraction.

“Hopefully they have the pool you wanted ready, then you can take off the dress and just relax in the water.” thought Tom, speaking out loud.

“Sounds heavenly...” Kirsty replied, holding herself up with one hand as she bent over with the pain, clutching at her belly with the other. “These have gotten a LOT worse since the waters went. Like someone's taken away the cushion I had.” She vocalised a low moan as she worked through the contraction.

There was a knock at the door, and the midwife the couple had been dealing with during their prenatal care walked through, she was known as Suzi. Definitely an out of towner as she was not really much older than Kirsty and Kate, but didn’t follow the same naming convention of those in the town.

She noticed Kirsty working her way through a contraction and waited for it to finish – Kirsty, wrapping her arms around Tom as she stood with a wide stance, moving her hips left and right as she vocalised a low moan. As the contraction finished, and she managed to stand back up fully and look around at the new entrant into the room, Kirsty’s eyes rose up and met Suzi’s, who smiled in response. “So how's my mother and sneaky little baby then?”

“We’re fine, and I think baby really wants to show itself now” replied Kirsty, her hand rubbing her bump.

What Suzi referred to was Kirstys apparent lack of bump. All of the ultrasound scans and other checks that she had went through suggested the baby was growing normally, and in fact was suggesting that it was going to be very big when it was born – but her apparent lack of bump was baffling. Suzi could only shrug when asked to explain it, and just replied saying that sometimes bumps just don’t pop out much. Her uterus, and subsequently the baby growing within it, seemed to be quite deep in her body, so the outward signs were significantly less than many other women, but everything was perfectly normal and not to worry about it.

“Can I check you over?” asked Suzi, as Kirsty nodded, adding “Do you mind if I take off this dress... it’s a bit wet?”

“If it would help, go right ahead, want me to bring you something else to wear?” she asked.

“No... no thanks. Feeling a bit hot and bothered if I’m honest – hoping a bit of naked time might help cool me down.” Kirsty blushed as she said it, not exactly sure what the etiquette would be for a situation like this.

“Hey... you’re the labouring mamma... you call the shots” grinned Suzi as she offered her hand to help Kirsty onto the bed. Kirsty hiked her dress up over her bump as she had done before in the car and then took Suzi’s hand and Toms and managed to get herself on the bed. Tom lifted off her dress and folded it over, putting it away in a plastic bag to be washed later.

Suzi donned her gloves, and with a “OK, deep breath in” she put her hands between Kirsty’s legs and into her vagina. Kirsty squirmed a little as she groaned at the unpleasant sensation but a few moments later, Suzi withdrew her fingers and pulled off the gloves. “You’re doing well... at 6 centimetres, so still a way to go, but I’m happy to get you admitted... no need to go home.”

Kirsty breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t expecting to get turned away, but she’d read all sorts of horror stories of women who had laboured all day and found that they were only 2-3 centimetres dilated when they got to the birth centre and were sent back home for longer. Frankly she didn’t think she could manage another car ride.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes with a gown you can wear... don’t think you’d want to move down to our delivery suite in your current state of undress” Suzi turned and walked out of the room with a grin.

Kirsty swung her legs by the side of the bed and sat and chatted a little while with Kate and Tom. As the time passed, another contraction started to grow, so she closed her eyes and focused on rubbing her belly, reaching out for Tom, who grabbed her hand in response, as Kirsty was left grimacing in pain. Kate looked on concerned, not only for the simple fact that her good friend was in pain, but seeing how much the pain was having a visible effect on Kirsty, she was worried that she would have it all to come.

Kirsty came out of the contraction looking up at her friend who was rubbing her belly sheepishly. “Hope I'm not scaring you...” she managed with a smile. Kate lied, saying no, putting on a brave face so as not to let her friend worry when she needed to concentrate on herself. “Babies are just having a wrestle in here I think, don’t know what it is, but they’re crazy active right now... I don’t know, perhaps I'm just noticing it more considering the situation.”

There was a knock at the door interrupting their heart to heart, as Suzi walked back in the room, closing the door behind her, ripping open a plastic wrapper as she walked towards Kirsty and handed her the gown she had just unpacked. Holding her free hand and shoulder, Suzi helped Kirsty off the bed as she pulled the clothing over her head.

“Ready when you are, let's go have a baby!” Kirsty seemed suddenly full of energy, knowing she was moving on with her labour. Suzi nodded and led the group out of the room, down the corridor and into the delivery suite area of the building – Kirsty stopping midway to hold onto the wall as a contraction worked its way through her. After making sure she was OK, they continued their way to a door, which was opened in front of the group leading to a low-lit room, the area dominated by the pool in the middle of the room. Kirsty’s eyes lit up seeing the inviting water.

Kirsty took off the gown again, waiting a little while as Suzi strapped a monitor to her belly to monitor the contractions, and she was finally released to go into the water. As she took Tom’s offered hand, her legs entered the water one after another with an audible splash. Standing in the tub she rocked side to side as another contraction built up, her hands grasping both of Tom’s and squeezing tight. Kirsty’s eyes were closed as she worked through it, until finally it passed and she sighed as she lowered herself down into the water, blissful relief evident on her face.

Kirsty sat in the water with her legs butterflied out, soles together as she took in a deep breath, her hands working an ache in the underside of her belly. The next contraction built up and it was clear that this felt different to Kirsty by the noises she was making – giving a low, humming noise rather than the grunts and groans she had been doing before. She smiled as the contraction ebbed away, stating that she was so glad to be back in the water, it felt like the pains were so much less intense with the water to help.

After the hectic run up to this point, suddenly everything was calm. Over the course of the next hour, Kirsty worked her contractions in the tub, taking time out between the surges to find time to have a joke and conversation with Tom and Kate, the water doing what is should to mask the pain of the contractions. Suzi popped in back and forth over the time and kept her notes, bringing in some gas and air for Kirsty as things picked up close to the end of the hour. Kirsty took plenty of opportunity to breathe deeply on the mouthpiece, groaning with the contractions as they picked up intensity as the labour progressed.

Things got more emotional as Kirsty entered transition though. The pain had ramped up considerably, to the point where the water and gas and air wasn’t helping, Kirsty was starting to mumble to herself, focusing inward as she could do nothing but yell out as each contraction got to her, ramped up, and then seemed to only let go for a moment before its next friend gripped her.

Tom was starting to fret, feeling helpless in the situation, whilst Kate was simply looking on aghast, finding her friend not coping well with the pain, and being concerned that she would need to go through this soon herself.

Kirsty got Tom to get in the pool and hold her as she went through the contractions – she was starting to feel the ill effects of the late-stage labour, feeling all shaky and nauseous – but Tom’s presence, holding her, whispering to her that she was doing great, keeping her focused helped her to progress. Thankfully for the transition phase, it didn’t last long, and after around 30 minutes, where Kirsty was getting well and truly fed up with the pain she suddenly felt the urge to push.

Suzi leaned over the edge of the pool and managed to reach between Kirsty’s legs to check her dilation – sure enough, she was at 10cm and was good to go. Both Tom and Kate let out sighs of relief knowing that the difficult transition period was finally over, and hoping that Kirsty getting to push would help her deal with the pain better – when she was back in control.

The first push felt like heaven to Kirsty. She could finally do something. Tom sloshed around the pool to kneel down next to her shoulder and give her support, whilst Kirsty screamed like a banshee as she pushed, putting all the frustration she had just been through into a monumental effort to get things moving. Kate moved around the pool to get a look, morbid curiosity ruling her thoughts at the moment. She was very disappointed that Kirsty’s long, 10 second push showed absolutely no external effects whatsoever.

Another push, then another and finally a fourth and suddenly Kate jumped. “I’ve just seen it.” Tom leaned over to glance between Kirstys legs and sure enough, as she pushed with a loud roar, her lips parted, and something could be seen in the gap it created. As she let off the push the shape slipped away, but both Kate and Tom were buoyed by the result, the energy of which motivated Kirsty to keep on going.

Over the course of the next 10 minutes, Kirsty put a monumental effort into pushing out her baby, and felt success as she reached down and felt the shape growing and growing with each set of effort she put in. But something was wrong. She didn’t know if it was mothers intuition, or something she felt when she was expecting to feel the head of the baby, but she called Suzi over – who had been pleased with the progress so far and started to prepare her notes whilst Tom and Kate were keeping Kirsty motivated.

Suzi popped over and took a quick glimpse between Kirstys legs, just to get a shock. She didn’t let on too much, but urged Kirsty to push when she felt the next contraction, waiting with baited breath for it to happen. It didn’t take long until Kirsty was once more pulling on her legs in the tub and pushing out the mass between her legs. Suzi’s fears were confirmed when she realised that the thing which was coming out was not the babys head, but its behind.

“Kirsty... your baby is breech” Suzi infomed Kirsty, trying to keep a calm tone in her voice. Tom reacted first.

“Does this change anything? Does she need a section or something for that?”

Kirsty soon reacted to the change in atmosphere in the room, gasping hard, releasing her push mid contraction and wailing out loud as her body reactively forced her to keep on pushing.

Suzi did her best to keep all in the room calm and on the immediate need to focus on Kirsty’s labour. “Nothing needs to change. You can still push out this baby naturally.... it’s just coming out butt first... Kate or Tom – when it’s time, I’ll need you to support the baby, as we will need to get mum out of the tub and more vertical.”

Kirsty interrupted “I need Tom... this hurts so bad.”

Kate nodded “Guess that answers that question then... best get my catcher’s mitt.”

Suzi nodded. “Right... well, here’s our game plan. When the body is born, I’ll ask Kirsty to stand and use gravity to help give birth to the head. Kate, you support the baby as it comes out, and Kirsty – because the cord will potentially be caught between the emerging head and the body which is already outside, we need to focus on speed to deliver the head so the cord isn’t restricted for too long. I’m afraid you will need to push your hardest to get this head out of you as quick as you can. Do you think you can do it?”

Kirsty nodded, not able to answer verbally as she immediately folded over to start her pushing on the next contraction. Not sure if it was Suzi’s dire warning or not, but she seemed to push with a lot more might than before, holding Tom’s hand and squeezing as hard as she could to get through the contraction. Suzi and Kate looked on at the baby emerging from between Kirsty’s legs.

It was clear after this contraction that the thing which was coming out was the baby’s behind, as now the hips – legs folded up into the babys body – were clearly visible. What Kate found unusual was sheer size of the infants body which was stretching her friend open – the stretch was easily as big as any head she had seen on any of the ‘preparing for birth’ video’s she had seen – she looked over at Suzi who wasn’t reacting to the size, just focusing on the area between Kirstys legs to make sure things were going as they should.

Kate shook her head, presuming she was worrying about nothing, and went back to rubbing a cloth on her friends head and giving her encouragement.

Suzi jumped in now. “Hands and knees please. We need to be ready to help you stand up when the time comes.”

Kirsty accepted support from the three others in the room as she wriggled in the pool to get onto her knees – her movements limited by the sheer size of the infant between her legs. The next push as she was vertical had the legs fully born, which flopped down. Kirsty gave a yell – unsure if it was simply pain, or a sense of triumphant success as she felt the movement – her hands were now spread out either side of her, one held by Tom, one by Kate.

The next push had the body fully born, Kirsty surprisingly making very little noise at this point, simply focusing on the push. The baby was facing with its back towards the group, so Suzi leaned in and felt for the cord, making sure that it wasn’t caught on the neck, before trying to manage the task of lifting Kirsty up for the task of giving birth to the head.

She gave an affirmative that everything was going well, and asked Kate to get behind Kirsty and be ready to reach down into the pool to support the baby, Tom to take her under her armpits and be ready to lift.

Kate took a moment to peek around the front at the baby when her hand went to her lips. “How did you fit all that in there?” she gasped out – noting the sheer size of the baby in comparison to her friends dainty bump.

Suzi scolded her. “Please, we need to be quick.”

Kirsty gasped out loud “I need to push, quickly.”

Sheepishly, Kate realised that she had made an error and got into her assigned space. She was forced to lift her own bump up so she could lean over the edge of the pool, her bump hefted over the top, Kate as a result ending up on her tiptoes, her large bump splashing into the water as she reached towards the area between Kirsty’s legs. “Got it.” she confirmed.

Tom heaved up whilst Suzi supported the baby from the front, waiting for Kate. As she felt her hands grasp the infant from behind, she let go and moved her hands up to Kirsty’s vagina. Kirsty was now upright on her own feet, water draining off her. She didn’t have a moment to lose as she squatted down, opening up her legs and pushed.

Her howl was deafening to Tom who had his head close to his wife’s, grasping onto her with all his strength. Suzi pushed hard on Kirstys lips, separating them and giving what help she could to ensure that the cord didn’t get trapped by the emerging head.

Kate stood aghast at the amount of effort and pain that her friend was in as she pushed again and again, her inhibitions gone, the power of gravity pulling the weighty body down along with her primal need to push. Kirsty didn’t stop pushing until the head was out – and it took 3 long minutes. Even when the contraction had stopped, she yelled out loud and grunted with effort.

Kirsty leaned her weight forward as she pushed, relying more and more on Tom for support. The position change tipped her vagina away from Suzi’s hands, and the midwife dashed around to behind Kirsty to stand alongside Kate, who at this point had gotten a full on view of her friends stretching vagina as the head emerged.

As the head reached its widest point, stretched to a point where Kate didn’t think would be physically possible for the human body to achieve, Kirsty let out a scream of pain which turned Kate’s blood to ice. In front of her eyes, her friend was tearing, and Kate couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Her hands were covered in blood and all Kate could do was sit open mouthed at the vision in front of her. Kirsty had not ceased in her pushing efforts, oblivious to the damage that she had done to herself. She couldn’t think, just react to the unstoppable force of the instinct that the boulder between her legs needed to be outside of her body.

Suzi looked over to Kate, seeing the friend’s frightened look she whispered to her “Don’t worry, we’ll sort that out before she even realises, she’ll be so high on happy hormones.”

And with that, the baby dropped into Kate’s hands. Without the weight of it held by Kirsty, Kate wasn’t expecting the bulk and had to adjust from her already precarious position on her tiptoes to hold onto the slippery bundle but she held on by some instinctual force she didn’t even realise she had.

Kirsty was panting as she realised the head had finally come out, shell shocked into mutely staring forward. Kate spoke first. “Take the baby babe!”

Kirsty suddenly realised what had happened. “Is it over? Is the head out?” She let go of Tom and shuffled back, reaching between her legs to take the waxy, blood covered bundle from between her legs as Kate shoved it forward, almost overbalancing in the process.

Kirsty sank into the water, suddenly realising the pool was blood-red. She looked up at Suzi. “Everything OK?” she enquired.

“Just a small tear. We’ll let you rest a few minutes, deal with the afterbirth and see about getting those dealt with when it’s time. For now, bond with your baby.”

Tom looked up at Kate who held her fingers up behind Kirsty’s back in a ‘pinch’ motion – with her fingers being around an inch apart. She mouthed to Tom “I saw her tear. I saw it all.” Not wanting to say anything out loud in case it startled Kirsty.

Over the course of the next hour or two, as Kirsty was cleaned up and the baby – a girl which they decided to call Laura to keep up with the naming tradition – was given a clean bill of health, all that was going through Kate’s mind was that her friend, with the tiny bump, gave birth to a 13 pound baby, and struggled as a result. She had a bigger bump than her friend did for several months prior, and she still had time to grow.

She was worried – whatever her friend had to deal with, she had to do it twice. And one thing was certain, time was certainly not going to stand still for her whilst she prepared herself for it.

#fpreg #birth kink #labor kink #birth #pregnancy

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laurancezvahlslefteyebrow · 3 months

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Y’all wanna hear something fucked up abt my mcd rewrite? Of course you do!

First I wanna start this off by explaining that dreams are very important in my rewrite. Dreams are somewhat prophetic, depending on the person and the context.

For example, relic holders, specifically descendants or reincarnates of the divine warriors especially experienced these prophetic type of dreams. These dreams are usually memories of the divine, or even messages from them to their current… replacement..

For some, these dreams only start after they’ve acquired their relic, like for Garroth and Menphia’s relic holder (trying to decide if I’d rather it be Katelyn or Lucinda). For some, the dreams only get more detailed, clear and frequent after acquiring their relic, like for Aphmau. And for some, the dreams begin even before acquiring their relic, like for Travis, Eseryt, Aaron, and Laurance. (I’m counting Laury even tho Xavier didn’t technically have a relic, not getting into that right now but i will at some point)

Well anyway, ever since Eseryt was a small child, she’s been having the same vivid dream, constantly on the last of the month. It started when she was 5, after being taken the Barton, and they ended when she was 18, after leaving Barton. She’d awaken in the dead of the night, someone calling to her, luring her away with the same gentle yet monotone voice. They’d call her up the mountains that surrounded Barton. She’d climb them half awake half asleep, following footprints in the snow to the same spot each time. A small crater in the ground. There she’d find a woman. She was shattered, unraveling, trying desperately to pull herself back together. She’d mutter to Es, begging for her to help. Eseryt wouldn’t go near her, she was too afraid. Then, the woman would scream and Es would wake up in her bed in next morning, covered in snow.

It was like this until she turned 18. The next time she found herself with the Woman who begged, something in her told her to finally help. She stepped closer, reaching out her hand, and when she touched the woman’s face, her body was suddenly pulled back together and she was whole. The woman then grabbed Eseryt’s wrist and looked her in the face. Eseryt noted her scarred over eye. The one eyed woman whispered “Find her.” and disappeared. Eseryt woke in her doorway this time, a single dagger in her hand.

Ok time to explain all that!!

The woman Eseryt has been seeing is Kul’Zak. Yes, in my rewrite Kul’Zak is a woman and Eseryt is her incarnation.

Her “Find her” is the reason Eseryt left Barton in the first place. For the next few months after that night, she’d wake in the middle of the night to whispers of “find her”. She had to know what it meant.

The “her” Kul’Zak tells Eseryt to find is Aphmau, and it’s reason the forest leads her to Phoenix Drop. Eseryt, however, always assumed the “her” was her sister Cadenza. However, Cadenza being in Phoenix Drop at the time Eseryr just happened to arrive but purely by chance. Probably.

Now, why was Kul’Zak shattered and why couldn’t she fix herself? Well, here’s where it gets fucked up!

In order for Irene to shatter Shad and seal him in the Nether, she needed to use the life force of her fellow Divine Warriors. She couldn’t sacrifice herself otherwise the spell wouldn’t last. Only thing is, she didn’t tell the others that sealing him away would kill them. She especially didn’t tell them it would quite literally rip them apart where they stood.

I should mention that the Divien Warrior’s mortality works slightly differently in my rewrite than it does in canon. I’ll make a separate post about that later :)

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justwritedreams · 6 months

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Hello can you do something with Sehun? I had this idea, i think this can be a good story.

He and the reader had feelings for each other,( she’s also a singer/actress) but she went on a big hiatus (because she had and accident) and lost contact with Se, then we she makes a comback,…. What would Se do?🤔👀 that’s up to you

Thanks

OH OK HEAR ME OUT

You debuted almost at the same period as Sehun

Being at the same events, same awards, following each other's careers

You knew who he was, and he knew you

You attended exo concerts in secret because you were always a big fan and never hid that

And he did the same

Going to your concerts too, especially with Chanyeol

Every time you said how much you admired their work, the first thing they asked was who your bias was

You never answered directly, but you always had a specific person in your mind 😏

Cof Sehun Cof

It didn't take long for the internet to explode with theories about the two of you

Exactly like Suho and Irene from Red Velvet lol

You officially met when you debuted as an actress

Antagonist in a film that one of the exo members starred in

He was in the premiere and it was the first time you spoke without any kind of script as MC's or anything like that

Surprisingly you got into a lively conversation

And eventually you've become friends

I feel like Sehun as a friend must be the most annoying person in the world 🤣🤣

But not in such a negative way

I mean, he must be a very present person

That cares about every detail you do

With every story you tell

So it became very difficult for you to get used to living without him

And it became even more difficult for the friendship not to become something more

But did either of you two say anything?

Of course not!

And ruin the friendship, the same old cliché? No way!!

The accident caused you to have a very serious injury at a time when you would begin to dominate the top of the world

So to ensure your physical and mental recovery, you decided to spend time at your parents' house

Exactly at the time when Sehun was too busy with tours

So it was impossible for him to be by your side the way you both wanted 🥲

You even exchanged messages, but that was it

With his busy schedule, contact between you became less and less frequent

And you both missed it 🥹

Everyone was waiting for you to come back and you wanted to do something that meant a lot and consolidated your career once and for all

So you hid it from everyone around you

To make a surprise

Your comeback would be both on stage and on TV

You composed the music and would star in a promising series

But let's talk about the day it happened!!

The show you were performing in agreed to keep everything a secret

Not even the idols of that day knew it was you who would perform

So when Sehun heard your voice on the TV in the dressing room

Mixed with a classic melody but in the best kpop style, the shock was so big that his neck made a noise when he turned to look at you

He didn't even care about the makeup artist doing her work on his face 🤣

And let me tell you he felt more in love with you at that very moment

Everything about you was magnificent and it was as if he saw you for the first time

Were the boys teasing him? No doubt

But the only thing he could think about was seeing you backstage

And he did, before you could go to the dressing room

He found you in the hallway

And his hug 😭 oh god

You felt like a teenager in love

But of course you didn't have enough privacy to talk in front of everyone in the hallway

So after he complained because you didn't say you were coming back, he pulled you into the dressing room where he was

And he were angry because the members came to talk to you, interrupting your conversation 🤣

I can totally see his sassy face LOL

Jealous and pouty Sehun? ✅

I don't think he would let you go anyway

"I need to change"

"You can do that here when it's our performance. We have a lot to talk about since you've isolated yourself from everyone, including me."

Even in a joking tone, you knew he was serious

So you had nothing to do but wait

And when I said he wouldn't let you go, I meant it

He would find a way for you to go to a quiet place where you could make up for lost time

And this time he wouldn't keep what he feels for you hidden

After all, he missed you so much

I think he would confess

Like "I missed you, it felt like I was dying"

"Me too "

"I know you can't live without me"

"You can't live without me."

"Took you a while to realize, huh."

"WHAT"

I think it would become a contest to know who started to fall in love first 🤣

But you wouldn't leave there just as friends 😏

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classickook · 2 years

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let’s have dinner | sherlock holmes

part one | part two

pairing: sherlock holmes x fem!reader

summary: as sherlock’s neighbor and friend, you’ve spent quite a bit of time with the detective and developed feelings for him. unfortunately for you, however, his heart belongs to another. (based off this request by anon.)

warnings: angst, unrequited love, jealous + sad reader, no dialogue

word count: 1.0k

a/n: not sure if i like how this turned out, but i hope it’s as sad and angsty as you wanted, anon!

the familiar moan of sherlock’s text alert sounded again, the lewd exclamation breaking the otherwise silent environment of 221b baker street. it got on your nerves, to say the least. you wished he would just change it already; it was obscene and embarrassing for everyone within hearing range, and, of course, the fact that it was the sound of another woman’s pleasure attached to sherlock’s person at all times felt like a stone had taken permanent residence in the pit of your stomach.

you briefly glanced at the phone screen where it had been carelessly tossed onto the coffee table as sherlock went about some gruesome experiment in the kitchen that had to do with human fingers, of all things. you grimaced at the thought before directing your attention to the woman’s message:

let’s have dinner.

the same message that she always seemed to send to sherlock from what you had heard in passing.

maybe it was a code of sorts, a secret phrase between the pair that only they knew, though you had a sinking feeling that she meant just that: “let’s have dinner.”

she was asking him out to dinner—again.

you were jealous, yes, and you hoped it wasn’t obvious, but it seemed as though nothing escaped the famous consulting detective’s notice. he had never mentioned anything to you about it, however, and for that, you were eternally grateful. you couldn’t stand the idea of him confronting you about your feelings for him.

you were sure he had plenty of eligible candidates just begging for his attention—practically lined up along baker street on most days, actually, each claiming they had potential cases for him only to expose their true intention once they got a foot in the door. of course, most of the crowd possessed similar crushes on the man, though he never gave anyone the time of day. whether he was aware of their sentiments or not, he never took it upon himself to flirt back or request a date with anyone who had shown any interest in him. even molly hooper had been snuffed, poor girl. you knew how much she idolized the man, it was blatantly obvious with how she looked at him and spoke to him, well, everyone aside from sherlock, it seemed. the man was practically blind to love in all its entirety, never taking the time of day for molly or you or who knew who else, that is, until irene adler came into the picture.

you were shelock and john’s neighbor in the flat just above them, frequently visiting the pair if only for something to do. they were certainly the most interesting people you had ever come across, and they always offered you a sense of camaraderie and belonging, something to break up the loneliness of your otherwise dreary life. sure, you couldn’t exactly offer much help in any of their cases, but it was still fun to be included, to be acknowledged and spoken to at the very least.

you had lived a relatively normal, dull, and lonely life. no friends, no family in the area; a boring job with not-so-friendly coworkers. so, to have this little pocket of friendship to look forward to every day was just what you needed. you finally felt like you were part of something bigger than just yourself, like you didn’t have to be cursed to live out your days alone. it was a refreshing change, and you certainly wouldn’t find anyone more thrilling and entertaining than the sherlock holmes. not everyone could say they were neighbors and friends with the famous detective.

maybe you could start up your own blog like john, or write a book about their adventures. surely, someone would be intrigued to learn more about their day-to-day lives. you certainly would be if you weren’t exposed to it on a daily basis. you considered yourself awfully lucky to be in such a position, having a roof over your head and hot meals on the table and friendships to share it all with among the other tenants.

it was nice, really nice—up until sherlock and irene became acquainted with one another. once she came into the picture, it was like you no longer existed, like your presence over the past year while living at 221b baker street was merely a figment of your imagination.

you didn’t blame sherlock for falling for the woman with all the secrets, not in the least. she was alluring and intelligent, fiercely confident and stunning in an almost otherworldly fashion; anyone would be crazy not fall for her, so you understood—truly, you did—but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

one morning, you dropped by sherlock’s flat only to find irene seated on the arm of his chair, one lithe arm draped across his shoulders as the other traced patterns along his chest, fingers toying with the buttons of his deep purple shirt—your favorite one, actually.

your footsteps faltered as you crossed the threshold, breath caught in your throat and jealousy festering in your stomach like a disease upon seeing the pair so comfortable, so intimate with each other in a way that you would never have with him.

honestly, you had never really imagined sherlock would ever be in that sort of relationship with another, always claiming that he was far too busy with cases—“married to his work,” he had said—for something as distracting as an intimate relationship. but it seemed he had finally found ‘the one,’ and she wasn’t you and would never be you.

god, you felt so stupid. why did you ever think the famous sherlock holmes would like you of all people. you were a nobody, you didn’t matter, not like irene adler did.

it all made sense that they would end up together, after all, the pair possessed similar levels of intellect—always challenging each other and eliciting a spark of interest, like a game of sorts—of which you clearly lacked and oftentimes found yourself out of the loop when sherlock quickly jumped from one thought to the next, expecting both you and john to catch up.

you envied them, plain and simple. you envied something you could never have with the one person who would never be yours.

so, you did what any logical girl caught in a one-sided tragedy would do: you swallowed down your disappointment, turned around, and made your way back up the stairs to the cold emptiness of your flat.

maybe you weren’t cut out for this whole love thing anyway.

#bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock fic #bbc sherlock fanfic #bbc sherlock fanfiction #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes fic #sherlock holmes fanfic #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x y/n #sherlock angst #sherlock fic #sherlock fanfic #sherlock fanfiction #sherlock x reader #sherlock x you #sherlock x y/n #requested

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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Like Father, Like Son

Summary: Joe Floyd is one cruel son of a bitch. Later Bob turns out to be his dad’s equal

Notes: Based off of an interview with out dear friend, Glen Powell about a very gross but very funny incident that occurred during flight training

Miramar, CA

September, 1992

5:30am

Joe was still sleeping deeply at this early hour, his face almost buried into Irene’s neck and his arm coiled protectively around her shoulders. The other kids would have to get up for school in an hour, leaving him to leave at the same time they did.......8am on the dot.

Irene groaned in her sleep, annoyed at the set of tiny feet kicking her all over and the movement that was becoming more frequent these days and one that she knew a little too well. “Baby?”

“What?” Joe murmured.

“Little man’s awake already.”

Joe yawned, his hand gently rubbing her shoulders before moving down to her more noticeable bump. “You be nice to your mother,” he said. “Or else I’m gonna have to come in there and fight you.”

He felt the flat of a tiny foot shoot to the palm of his hand before it disappeared and settled. “You see what he did there?” he asked her with an annoyed look on his face.

“Oh no,” Irene chuckled sarcastically. “Your little mini Muhammad Ali’s been quiet all morning.”

Joe rolled his eyes and figured it was time to get up. “Want me to get the rest of the prison inmates up?”

“Go ahead,” Irene laughed.

Joe kissed her cheek before pressing a firm one to her lips. God she was gorgeous.....even after the kids and still as happy-go-lucky as the day he and Irene had their first date at a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert all those years ago. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you too,” she said, smiling widely as her hand grazed his shadow-lined chin.

He kissed her once more before he shifted and kissed her bump. “I love you too little man,” he whispered. “You’d better behave for your mother while I’m gone or else you’re gonna hear about it when I get home.”

Joe went about the usual routine of catching a shower before he jumped into his flight suit and boots, grabbing the keys, helmet and backpack he took with him every day to work. Now came the hard part......getting the seven other miscreants in the house up for school.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!!” Joe ordered loudly, knocking on the bedroom doors. “Everybody up! First day of school! Let’s get going! C’mon! Reagan, Eugene and Michael, get up! Sean, you too, I don’t want any complaints.”

The four eldest stuck their heads out of their doors as Joe continued down the halls. “Liam, let’s get moving!” Joe ordered. “Chloe and Aly, you two little troublemakers better be up in five minutes and I mean five minutes!”

Each of the kids gladly complied, not wanting to incur the wrath of their father who had early mornings down to military precision. Reagan, the oldest of the Floyd wolf pack, was old enough to help get breakfast ready for the younger ones. She climbed onto her little stepstool in the kitchen, turned on the radio and helped as best she could, while Joe made sure the kids had everything in their bags.

The kids ate quicker than usual and cleaned up when they were done before rushing back to their rooms to get their new school clothes. Not too bad. The only bump in the road being Liam with his sloppily tied shoes. No matter, the kid was still learning.

Outside they went to wait for the bus to take them to the school on base. Thank God it was one of those hippie schools that let the kids play outside as much as they could. Joe and Irene loathed the thought of the kids being stuck inside all day.

As soon as they had been picked up, Joe jumped in the truck and switched on the radio, unrolling the windows so that every annoying neighbor along the way would have to listen to AC/DC’s “It’s a long way to the top” blaring from the speakers as he drove by.

“It’s gonna be a good day,” he told himself, repeating it like a mantra, over and over again.

Naval Air Station, Miramar

8:50 am

Joe strode onto the tarmac with his flight helmet in hand and aviators perched on the bridge of his nose. Today was definitely going to be eventful, seeing as Maverick and Ice were the first two to greet him.

“Looks like we’ve got some new recruits,” Joe remarked.

“New is a bit of an understatement, Rabbit,” Ice chuckled, dropping in Joe’s callsign. “These guys are as green as you can possibly get and I have a feeling we’ll have our work cut out for us.”

“Who’s on roster?”

“You, me, Mav, Slider, Wolf and Hollywood,” Ice told him.

Into the hangar they went to meet the new recruits. Ice wasn’t kidding, these kids were as green and fresh-faced as you could get. But there was one amongst the crowd that Joe had taken an instant disliking to, a kid that had an arrogant look in his dark eyes that just screamed “privileged brat straight from the Ivy League schools.”

“Now it’s important to remember that when you’re up there,” Joe explained. “Your weapons systems and everything needs to be working to a T. One little thing is off and you’re fucked up the ass and out the ears.”

“Sir, I hate to be one to interrupt,” Mr. Ivy League interjected. “But you’re telling us things that we already know.”

This kid was really starting to make Joe’s blood boil. Every two seconds it was an interjection about how his superiors were wrong and he was right. Even Maverick and Ice’s eyes were rolling. Slider and Wolfman whispered something indiscernible to each other as Joe tried to carry on, but found it a little more difficult.

I swear to God, I’m gonna get this kid and I’m gonna get him real good......Joe fumed.

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Out to the tarmac they went, everyone loading into their respective planes with a new recruit. Joe was a little less than pleased to find that he had been partnered with Ivy League, his skin crawling at his smug face and the way he bragged.

“Fair word of warning,” Joe told him as they climbed in. “You start feeling like you’re gonna puke, there’s bags in the backseat pocket.”

“I’ve never puked sir,” Ivy League replied. “And I’m proud of the fact that I never have.”

Joe rolled his eyes and climbed in, securing the straps on his flight helmet. He already had the kid’s weakest point figured out......and it was certainly going to get very interesting.

The planes taxied onto the runway and took off into the sky, speeding towards the training grounds where the team would begin to show the new recruits how things were done amongst the old salts.

Things had gone smoothly for the most part, no mechanical issues or any others for that matter. Yet Joe soon began to notice the pale, ashen look that was beginning to appear in Ivy League’s face, a look that he just couldn’t get out of his mind as his brilliant, germ of an idea began to grow and spread.

“You doin ok back there?” he asked.

“Doing just fine sir, everything’s under control,” Ivy League replied.

“Ok, if you say so,” Joe said. No one could see it, but an evil little grin had begun to form under his mask.

Joe watched him carefully like a cat eyeing its prey in the bushes. The kid was beginning to look greener and greener around the gills with every second that passed. Alright kid.......he thought......time for your ego check......

“Alright,” Joe announced. “We’re gonna practice with some light barrel rolls just to get you used to the sensation.”

“Ok,” Ivy League replied, his voice a little weary. “Ok, gimme one second.”

Joe heard him reaching for the bag and the kid retching his brains out a second later. Now was his chance.

In the blink of an eye, Joe turned the plane into a double barrel roll which startled Ivy League nearly shitless, the newbie screaming and puking as the contents of the bag and his stomach all came back up, hitting both his face and the glass canopy of the plane.

The grin that crawled across Joe’s face was uncontrollable as he quietly laughed his ass off. God the stench was horrible, but he prayed it would be the ego check of a lifetime for the kid.

“You learn your fuckin lesson kid?” he chided.

“I give! I give!” Ivy League cried out before he retched and let loose again. “Oh God!!! Agh! Eeew!!”

“Ok, I think we’ve had enough,” Joe chuckled.

He landed the plane on the tarmac, quickly opening the canopy and motioning for a medical officer to get Ivy League out of the back.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Maverick laughed.

“Gave the kid an ego check!” Joe answered.

Maverick, Ice, Wolf, Slider and Hollywood whistled and cheered a little bit. Sure they felt a bit sorry for Ivy League, but one thing was certain. Nobody messes with one of their best.

Naval Air Station, Miramar

July, 2022

Jake, Phoenix and Halo waited for the plane to land and for Bob to come back, hoping that the rest of the new recruits had done ok in training. When he finally landed, they couldn’t help but notice a rather gross looking splatter on the glass canopy of Bob’s plane.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Hangman remarked.

“Bro, that’s nasty,” Halo added.

“Did Bob just commit murder?” Phoenix chuckled.

“Hell no, somebody puked,” Halo replied.

Bob came striding back, flight helmet in hand and a huge shit-eating grin on his face. He bit his lower lip, trying so hard to stifle his laughter, but it was damn near uncontrollable.

“What did you do?” Phoenix questioned.

“Did you just like, kill your new recruit?” Halo said with a nervous laugh.

Bob snickered and shook his head.

Phoenix and Halo glanced at each other, but Hangman’s eyes widened, finally processing the sequence of events that had transpired and the resurfacing of old memories from when he had first joined Top Gun ten years previously.

“HOLY SHIT!!!!!!” he screamed. “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!”

Bob busted out laughing.

“You stole a page from your dad’s dirty playbook!!!!” Jake screamed again. “YOU SNEAKY FUCKER!!!!!”

Bob couldn’t control his laughter anymore. “Guilty as charged,” he admitted, raising his hands and grinning from ear to ear.

“His dad?” Phoenix asked.

“Foul-Mouth Joe Floyd!” Jake answered. “He was my flight instructor when I first started ten years ago! He did the same thing to my dad’s prick of a cousin back in ninety-two!”

Callie and Natasha both looked at each other with their jaws hanging wide open in disbelief. Joe’s escapades were legendary around Top Gun, just as legendary as Maverick’s.

“Oh my shit!” Jake declared, wiping a tear from his eyes and pretending to kowtow before Bob. “Bob, you are the kind and we are not worthy!!”

Bob and the girls laughed before Natasha finally said something. “Bob my brother,” she said, putting her arm around his shoulders. “You are the king......but you smell so fucking bad right now.”

“Yeah I’m gonna go shower off before I go home smelling like puke,” he chuckled before making his way inside to the showers.

@nobody7102 I did it.......I fucking did it, that little blurb has been turned into this evil science experiment of a story (lol). @creativitybeware @jakexfmc I hope you guys enjoy this too, sorry for the unexpected tag and for it being so long, there was alot to sort through to get it all down.

#top gun maverick #joe floyd (bob's dad)#pete maverick mitchell #ron slider kerner #leonard wolfman wolfe #rick hollywood neven #tom iceman kazansky #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #callie halo bassett #dagger squad #dagger squad antics

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Looking for Contact - Verena Sun'rael

「 general information 」

FULL NAME: Verena Iren Sun’rael

NICKNAME(S): V, Doc

TITLE(S): Agent, Doctor, The Jade Dagger, The Good Doctor

AGE: 177

DATE OF BIRTH: April 16th

RACE: Elf (Thalassian)

GENDER: Female, cisgender.

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single, never married.

PROFESSION(S): Surgeon, doctor, mistweaver, Blacktalon agent, member of the Order of the Broken Temple.

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Pandaren, Sign, Draconic.

「 physicality & appearance 」

HAIR: Blonde with muted pink streaks; lightly wavy, shoulder length.

EYES: Misty teal

HEIGHT: 5’7”

BUILD: Mesomorphic; muscular and athletic.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

A jagged scar that cuts over and around the outer edge of her right eye; the eye itself is unharmed.

A small cut to the left of cupid’s bow on her upper lip.

A tattoo of a cherry blossom branch wound around both biceps up to her shoulders.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Simple silver earrings, often asymmetrical

One large earring made to look like a cherry blossom branch with intact blooms; it stretches up the length of her right ear

A nose piercing, right side, silver.

「 personality & traits 」

A searing pride scorches the very ground she walks, confidence radiating from her like the heat that comes immediately after. She's fiery, vibrant and powerful. Though not quite a social butterfly, Verena is certainly rather outgoing and won't shy away from striking up or engaging in a conversation. Self-assured in her abilities, it can sometimes be hard for her to back down from a challenge - and the stubborn streak certainly doesn't help matters. Though often rather down to earth and with a colorful sense of humor, one would think that a switch was flipped with how quickly she can become serious should a given situation call for it.

There's a certain charm that she's adopted; she wields it like a weapon, one nearly as deadly as her fists. Her hospitality and kindness will last as long as one behaves the same in turn. The moment that changes, it's pure venom from then on.

Want to know more? Interact or RP!

「 personal information 」

HOBBIES: Poetry, painting, meditation, hiking, reading, painting, swimming, studying, exercising.

SKILL(S): Practical and magical medicine, skilled martial artist, practiced tactician, fast learner, extensive anatomical knowledge, [REDACTED].

RESIDENCE: Varies

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’Thalas

AFFILIATIONS: The Blacktalons, The Blackheart Accord, [REDACTED] (former), [REDACTED] (former)

「 relations 」

SPOUSE:

None.

CHILDREN:

None.

PARENTS:

Jenir Sun’rael, father. Unknown.

Sena Sun’rael, mother. Unknown.

SIBLINGS:

Eriesh Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

Lyrina Sun’rael, sister. Deceased.

Amora Sun’rael, sister. Alive.

Saeus Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

Kaethis Sun’rael, brother. Alive.

OTHER RELATIVES:

None

PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:

None

「 habits & vices」

SMOKING: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

「 hooks」

Surgical Precision: A skilled Doctor and surgeon with a degree, Verena has treated many patients over the years in hospitals and even out on the field of battle. Anyone currently or previously involved with the military, civilians, monks, or Black Talons could have been treated by her at one point or another.

Black Talons: A current Blacktalon assassin and agent, V has traveled all over Azeroth and beyond to gather, seek and locate various bits of information ranging from a simple overheard conversation to a relic or two. Those of a similar occupation, drakes or Dracthyr of the Black Dragonflight could easily recognize her for this.

Isn't it odd, though, that she's just a Blacktalon agent? One does not simply become an agent; Wrathion hires talent. Maybe there's more to this.

Red Crane, Jade Serpent: At every given opportunity, Verena will speak of her time in Pandaria - working, training, fighting, the whole package. Monks, or those who lived, worked, trained or fought on the Isle could certainly recognize her from there; she spent a number of years training under a pair of Pandaren monk masters.

Woven in the Mists: Perhaps it's just a rumor, or maybe there's more to it. Though a skilled combatant and combat medic in her own right, whispers constantly swirl around a more unique style that she employs; one that can be used to harm instead of heal. Maybe due to the ramifications of using this method of mistweaving, or something else entirely, there will occasionally be lightning-like teal patterns up and down her arms. This results from an excess of chi use.

Sting like a Killer Bee: Despite her calm disposition and training as a mistweaver, Verena is known for a rather aggressive and punishing fighting style. It would be best described as orthodox Muay Thai combined with Wing Chun and Taekwondo.

Neutral Party: Verena does not identify with the Alliance or the Horde, and simply chooses to remain neutral. Though once a firm and unwavering member of the Alliance, her time and training as a monk seems to have changed her perspective on the faction war.

「 other/ooc 」

FACE REFERENCE(S): Elizabeth Lail

VOICE REFERENCE(S): Morena Baccarin as Black Canary (JLU)

ALIGNMENT: Neutral

SERVER(S): Moon Guard (A), Wyrmrest Accord (H)

OTHER:

This character is completely neutral, and thus has a Horde and an Alliance counterpart.

I will not interact/roleplay with minors or anyone under the age of 18. 21+ preferred.

I will not write with godmodders (ex. never misses a hit and never gets hit, their character is so overpowered that they’re basically a god and can’t ever lose, etc).

Art Album Here

#looking for contact #lfc #looking for rp #world of warcraft original character #boosts appreciated #lfrp #looking for roleplay #wow oc #rp #wow rp #moon guard #wyrmrest accord #warcraft oc #verena sun'rael #doctor sun'rael

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gaybae1021 · 1 year

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Shadow Knight Talk

God I have got to come up with a better name shadow knights is so freaking edgy

SKs are really confusing in the series when it comes to design. It’s suggested that full SKs have permanently red eyes, but the only ones that’s actually true for are Zenix and Vincent. Gene, Sasha, and Zane never change eye color, and Vylad and Laurance seem to transform the same way, even though Laurance is a halfing (my own name for an incomplete SK) and Vylad seems to be a full SK (pretty cold and logical throughout the series, compared to mystreet)

So here’s my take on them!

In my version Shadow Knights prey on those who fear death. While they’re technically dead during the ritual, those being transformed have a “light at the end of the tunnel” moment where they can choose to pass on or accept the transformation. This fear can obviously have a variety of motivations behind it. It could be a “hey wait I wasn’t done being evil yet”, or an “I still have so much of the world to see”, or even a “there are still people that need me”, but either way, that unwillingness to accept fate, that denial, is a key motif in my shadow knights.

You don’t need to kill to become a full SK, just return to the nether and declare loyalty to their cause. The issue is that being a shadow knight is the ultimate self fulfilling prophecy. Even if they manage to escape the nether Halfings eventually become unstable and lash out at those around them, which either causes them to be rejected by their communities or isolate themselves to keep others safe. This isolation of course only makes things worse, they’re still effectively human, they need human connection for healthy functioning. The depression and self-loathing eventually reaches a point where they’ll do anything to feel like they have a purpose. And guess who’s waiting in the nether to give them that purpose?

SKs don’t lose their emotions like it’s suggested in the series (honestly they didn’t follow that rule anyways) but they gain conscious control of their SK form. Also the fact that they’ve rejected all their past relationships and are choosing to follow a shadow army kind of makes them act differently on its own.

I think I’ll do some differences between full SKs and halfings (duller red eyes for full SKs and maybe a darker armor design) but I want to keep things simple. Halflings have their natural eye color until they enter their shadow knight form, where they turn red. Full SKs have permanently red eyes, though they brighten when they enter their SK form. There are items similar to concealment stones in my story, so full SKs can hide their eye color relatively easily. All SKs, full or halfing, are forced into their SK form in the nether, though halflings are able to keep control while in the nether.

Also I just kind of got bored with the veiny eye look of the series’s shadow knight forms, especially with Laurance. It always looked weird with his freckles, they just layered on top of each other really weird. So I thought it’d be fun to give each SK their own unique eye markings.

Zane

*note Zane is very different in my story and gets a redemption, so if anything goes severely against canon that’s on purpose.

Our newest shadow knight, and second youngest physically. After being put in limbo in Irene’s dimension, he is found when the SKs come to retrieve Aaron. Sensing the weakness in Zane, they transform and imprison him. During one of Laurance and Zenix’s raids on the SK fortress Laurance frees the imprisoned halfings, though he doesn’t know Zane is in that group. Zane manages to avoid recapture and escape the nether.

He doesn’t have the best emotional control, thanks to the years spent with Garte, so he snaps and at least partially enters his form frequently, though it usually doesn’t last long.

His facial markings don’t extend to his scar, the tissue damage effectively blocks the magic flow to that area. His other eye gets a marking that mirrors his scar.

Laurance

Aw yeah, my boy.

Laurance sacrifices himself in the nether to make sure Aphra and Candenza could escape. He’s rescued by Ungurth, wyverns can naturally dimension hop, but he uses up his life force making sure Laurance survives the jump. The corruption from the jump destroys Ungurth and blinds Laurance, but otherwise Laurance seems unchanged until season 2, where all the stress first causes him to start slipping, eventually culminating in a big fight with Aphra and Garroth where he nearly snaps at them, and after talking with Vincent, realizes he needs to leave to keep them safe.

In season 3 he is in a tenuous alliance with Zenix in taking down the SKs, though this eventually fails and Laurance is forced to escape back to Phoenix Drop.

Along with Aaron, Laurance’s potential as a host for Shad was recognized, so both of them are targeted throughout season 2. This makes Laurance’s symptoms much worse than the typical halfing.

His markings incorporate his three freckles, as well as two stripes that frame his eyes

Vincent

Oldest character physically, and after Zenix has spent the longest time as a shadow knight. Vincent was turned a long time ago, and was a high ranking knight loyal to Shad. One day he was sent out of the nether on a mission. I don’t have it super well thought out but at some point Vincent fell in love while out of the nether and defected against Shad, living with his lover until their death. After that, Vincent swore to protect humanity from Shad in any way he could.

Not a ton of story behind his markings, but damn he looks cool

Sasha

Honestly her whole backstory needs some reworking, but overall I think she begins the series loyal to Shad but questioning his methods. She’s very active in helping her fellow SKs but often uses her own methods and frequently goes against orders. When she guides Laurance to the nether in season 2 she refuses to go in, both fearing repercussions and knowing she’d be more useful on the outside. But she is grateful to Laurance for freeing her, and says she owes him a favor, setting up a possible defection.

I don’t have her death planned out, but I imagine it was something very tragic, hence her tear-shaped markings. She was also described as doll-like in the series, so I tried to make her look sweet in an unnerving way

Gene

His backstory largely follows canon, make contact with the shadow knight, gets executed, goes through the SK ritual, all that jazz. Honestly Gene’s just not that deep of a character, he’s a power hungry guy and his loyalty to Shad never wavers.

I wanted his stripes simple but sharp, and I like that they look the most like the og series, kind of highlights the fact that gene is your standard Shadow Knight

Zenix

Youngest physically, only about 16, but a very old shadow knight, one of the earliest. Zenix was a tragic character at the beginning, he was only a kid when he was forcibly transformed. But it’s been so long it almost doesn’t matter anymore. All Zenix wants now is power. While originally loyal to Shad, he defected a long time ago, seeing Shad as weak. Now he only serves himself.

Design-wise, I wanted to contrast his monstrous actions with a soft, boyish face. His markings were softly inspired by jester stripes, again keeping a childish influence

And a bonus S3 Laurance

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no-side-us · 1 year

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Letters From Watson Liveblog - Feb. 24

The Scandal in Bohemia, Part 3 of 3

Well, Watson is truly back in the swing of things if he's staying at Baker Street, even if for one night. I imagine it was quite a nostalgic evening for him.

Von Ormstein over here sure is full of himself, isn't he? Like I understand he's a king, so of course he's full of himself, but he can at least try to not seem so desperate.

I think this line is very interesting. It shows the range of Holmes' reputation to have expanded to not just be that of an infallible detective, but also someone who works as an agent for nobles and royalty. We've seen in other cases and in the beginning of this one that Holmes is familiar with noblemen looking for scandalous letters and other such items, and so that reputation has preceded him here.

And I'm sure Holmes doesn't see it that way, that from his perspective he still helps anyone who calls for him, whatever class they may be. But from an outsider's perspective, those cases aren't the ones that get any attention, it's ones like these that do, and so get talked about and spread in upper social circles till they finally reach Irene Adler's ear.

You know earlier in the story we heard about how Miss Adler sticks by a fairly strict schedule, going to concerts and having dinner at the exact same time every day, how she seldom if ever goes out, that she lives quietly. I like that this line implies the exact opposite. She probably goes out quite frequently actually, just not as Miss Adler.

I wonder if anyone's written a version of this story from Miss Adler's perspective. The tale of an opera singer, hounded by agents of a jilted king, finally finding someone who truly loves her, only to have to face off against the king's most formidable agent yet: the cold and heartless Sherlock Holmes.

We never learn what Von Ormstein did to Miss Adler, but it's not that surprising that he did do something. At the very least we get word from her that Godfrey Norton is a better man than him. Admittedly it's a low bar to pass, but still.

Probably the most memorable line from this story: both a compliment towards Mrs. Norton and a subtle insult towards his majesty.

Irene Norton, née Adler, everyone. What an icon. Just one great little story and she's gone on to be almost as ubiquitous as Holmes and Watson. More often than not she's been characterized quite poorly, but nonetheless it's an impressive feat for a character to have.

Reading this story was a lot of fun, can't wait for The Man with the Twisted Lip.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

#letters from watson #a scandal in bohemia #sherlock holmes #john h watson #wilhelm gottsreich sigismond von ormstein #irene adler #irene norton #godfrey norton #arthur conan doyle #liveblogging sherlock holmes

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Chapter 1: Analysis and Discussion

So we're starting where almost every good story starts: at the beginning. But even before the beginning, we have to talk about the inside cover page. It's not mentioned on the front, but here we can see this was written by children's author Irene Trimble. I'm only taking the time to point this out so A. People know who wrote this, and B. because Irene Trimble ALSO wrote the junior novelization for Disney's Wreck-It Ralph, a movie which is very conceptually similar to Foodfight. (Even down to being mostly about original characters and only featuring famous ones in cameo roles). Lawrence Kasanoff, Joshua Wexler, Sean Derek, Rebecca Swanson and Brent Friedman are also given writing credit, although this is clearly just for the script to the movie itself.

Anyway with that out of the way, the first page of Chapter 1 is mostly identical to what's seen in the finished film- the last customer of the night says goodbye to Leonard, the manager, as he closes up the supermarket for the day. The dialogue is even exactly the same! So nothing much to talk about so far. Incidentally though, in an early trailer for the movie from 2002, the sign above Leonard's supermarket says "Carlson's Market". In the finished movie from 2012 however, the sign says "Marketropolis Market" (which is a far worse name, in my opinion). Here neither name is used, so I guess we'll never know what the store is called in this version of the story!

The following page of Chapter 1 continues as the lights of the grocery store shut off and the place closes for the night. For a brief second everything is still, and then it miraculously comes to life, transforming into a bustling metropolis. The shelves turn into buildings, and the mascots of various products turn into "Ikes" (short for "brand icons"). This term isn't used right away in the novelization, however it's used so frequently in the movie itself and also later in the book that I think we should establish the preferred nomenclature right away.

Anyway, with the supermarket now full of life we focus in on a "large bird in glasses" who sees a helium balloon drifting across the store and says "We're in a pickle now!". It's not explicitly spelled out, but this is clearly supposed to be the Vlasic Stork (the mascot for a real-life brand of pickles.) Presumably they couldn't get the rights to any real-world brands for the novelization, so it's just being alluded to here as much as possible without saying his name. This is a trend that's also seen in author Irene Trimble's later work on the Wreck-It Ralph novelization, where none of the videogame characters are actually named but instead just implied (e.g. simply referring to Zangeif from Street Fighter as a large Russian wrestler.) The Vlasic Stork also doesn't have any dialogue in the actual movie, so it's up to interpretation whether this line was added to the novelization to clarify who he was, or if it was in the movie at one point but cut out.

Riding the helium balloon is Fat Cat Burglar, the mascot for the Fat Cat Litter brand. In the movie, this character is introduced without explaining who he is or what he's the Ike for, so it's nice to get some clarification here. We also get introduced to our main character, Dex Dogtective, the mascot for Cinnamon Sleuth cereal. In the novelization, he jumps from atop his shelf onto the giant balloon, but in the movie he's introduced already standing atop it. In general, this whole sequence so far has played out slightly differently to how it does in the movie, but not enough to be hugely noteworthy so far.

Okay, here we are on the next page and just like I did a few paragraphs ago, the book has established that brand icons are named "Ikes" in this world. It's good to be ahead of the curve though, right? Dex tells Fat Cat Burglar to hand over a basket of stolen kittens or else- this dialogue is mostly identical to how it is in the movie. However, of note is that Fat Cat Burglar is described as an "overstuffed cat" here, with mention of him twirling his whiskers. Now, I don't know if you've seen the actual movie (Please say you have I can't imagine why you'd be reading this blog if you haven't) but in the movie, Fat Cat Burglar is clearly a giant rat.

I mean, look at him, that's a rat. There's no two ways about it, there's no mistaking him for an entirely different species. So either Irene Trimble read the script and just assumed from the name that Fat Cat Burglar was a cat himself, OR at some point during production the character WAS actually a cat and this was changed later on. We may never know! But here, in the novelization, we can say for sure that he's a cat. Moving on, the rest of the page continues very similar to the movie- Fat Cat sends a group of hamster henchmen after Dex with the intention of pulverizing him.

Dex proceeds to beat up the hamsters with some slick martial arts moves before throwing them off the balloon with a roundhouse kick. This doesn't happen in the movie at all- already the differences are starting to add up. In the movie, he simply throws a piece of cheese off the balloon and the hamsters mindlessly run after it before falling Looney Tunes-style into the streets below. It's just Dex and Fat Cat now, and Dex demands he hand over the basket of kittens. Fat Cat refuses, and explains he needs to use the cats to make "black market Kitty Litter cookies" and Dex takes the time tell him this idea is in fact terrible and weird. Again, the explanation for why he's stealing kittens in the first place isn't in the movie either! 4 pages in (there are 128 total) and there are already so many differences! It makes you wonder just how different the rest of the novelization is gonna be, right?

Dex punctures the balloon with a cocktail sword and catches the kittens in midair, before using his price tag gun like a whip/lasso (think Indiana Jones) to hook onto a nearby building and land himself safely in nearby Produce Park. In the movie, Fat Cat gets a line of dialogue as the balloon flies away crying "I just wanna be loved...IS THAT SO WRONG?" that isn't present here at all, but that's about the only difference.

Dex hands over the basket of kittens to Hairy Hold, a fox Ike and the mascot for a brand of hair-care products. This character isn't a part of the scene in the movie, and in fact isn't introduced until later on, but here the novelization briefly tells us who he is and what Dex thinks about him. Dex also changes out of his leather jacket and hat (again, think Indiana Jones) into a fancy white tuxedo, however in the movie he's still in his adventuring getup for the rest of the scene.

As Chapter 1 draws to a close, we're introduced to Hedda Shopper, a newspaper reporter who remarks this is the five-hundredth case he's solved as head of the USDA (the United Supermarket Defense Association, not the United States Department of Agriculture) and asks what his secret is. Dex delivers his catchphrase "The secret's inside", and the chapter draws to a close. There's not a whole lot to say here as this exchange is identical to how it is in the movie.

So, that's Chapter 1 of this strange, strange book. 6 pages in and there are already major diversions from the movie, which is common for novelizations (they're usually based on earlier drafts of a movie's script, e.g. the infamous Back To The Future novelization) but it's especially interesting with Foodfight as it had such a troubled production, and like I mentioned at the start of this blog this appears to be the only copy of the novelization in existence so nobody else has EVER seen this. It's cool to get some insight on how this movie changed over the course of production, right? And that's not even getting into the changes to the story made in later chapters... if you thought THIS was different from the final film, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Stay tuned for the analysis/discussion of Chapter 2, coming soon!

#foodfight #dex dogtective #daredevil dan #lady x #mr clipboard #charlie sheen #eva longoria #wayne brady #novelization #analysis #christopher lloyd #book review

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Hello and welcome back to The Rewatch Rewind! My name is Jane, and this is the podcast where I count down my top 40 most frequently rewatched films in a 20-year period. Today I will be discussing number five on my list: RKO’s 1935 musical comedy Top Hat, directed by Mark Sandrich, written by Allan Scott and Dwight Taylor, and starring Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

American dancer Jerry Travers (Fred Astaire) comes to London to star in a show produced by his friend Horace Hardwick (Edward Everett Horton). The night before the show opens, Jerry’s tapdancing in Horace’s hotel room awakens model Dale Tremont (Ginger Rogers) in the room below. She calls the manager to complain, who calls the room above hers, and Horace answers the phone. Because he can’t hear over Jerry’s dancing, he leaves to see what the manager wants. Tired of waiting for the noise to stop, Dale storms upstairs to confront the dancer. Upon seeing her, Jerry immediately falls in love, and the next day he starts following her around in a mildly creepy but mostly charming way. However, he never tells her his name, and when Dale learns that her friend Madge Hardwick (Helen Broderick)’s husband is staying in the room above hers, she naturally assumes that Jerry is Horace Hardwick. All of this results in much confusion, hilarity, and of course, dancing.

Top Hat was one of the many old movies that my mom introduced me to in 2002, and it has been among my favorite films ever since. I had already seen it several times before I started keeping track, and then I watched it five times in 2003, three times in 2004, three times in 2005, once in 2006, once in 2009, twice in 2010, three times in 2011, four times in 2012, once each in 2013, 2014, 2016, 2017, and 2018, twice in 2020, once in 2021, and once in 2022. This was the first Fred and Ginger movie I ever saw, and while I’ve since watched and enjoyed all nine others multiple times, none could top Top Hat, in my opinion.

This was the fourth film that Fred and Ginger made together, but only the second in which they had starring roles, and the first that was written specifically for them. Two of their previous films – 1933’s Flying Down to Rio and 1935’s Roberta – gave them relatively small parts, although their scenes were unquestionably the highlights. In Flying Down to Rio, they got fourth and fifth billing and are barely in it, but they caused a splash with their one dance number, and an iconic duo was born. They got second and third billing in Roberta, in which they basically function as the B romantic pair, with Irene Dunne and Randolph Scott as the A couple. Fred and Ginger’s first starring roles had been in 1934’s The Gay Divorcee, which was an adaptation of the Broadway musical Gay Divorce. Critics of Top Hat (including Astaire himself) complained that it was basically a rehash of The Gay Divorcee, and like, I can see their point: both films have a weird mistaken identity story and feature essentially the same cast filling very similar roles – with the notable change from Alice Brady to Helen Broderick in the “Ginger’s older relative/friend” role. But while I also enjoy The Gay Divorcee, somehow I feel like Top Hat just works better. The story makes at least a little bit more sense, and they didn’t devote a quarter of the runtime to a single interminable musical number like The Gay Divorcee did with the frickin Continental… although The Piccolino came dangerously close to replicating that. After Top Hat, Fred and Ginger made five more films with RKO in the 1930s: 1936’s Follow the Fleet, in which they were basically the B couple like they had been in Roberta, although they did get top billing in this one; 1936’s Swing Time, which is mostly very good and would probably have made it onto this podcast if not for that one blackface number; 1937’s Shall We Dance, which I kind of slept on for a while but now I think is probably my second favorite of theirs, although the ending drags a bit; 1938’s Carefree, possibly their weirdest movie, which involves hypnotism; and 1939’s The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle, which I find to be disappointingly forgettable. Then, after 10 years apart, they reunited for MGM’s The Barkleys of Broadway in 1949, which is basically Fred and Ginger fan fiction and it makes me so happy that it exists.

While there were lots of other dancing musicals being made in Hollywood around this time, the Astaire/Rogers ones feel like their own genre, and not just because of the stars. I think a big part of what makes Top Hat feel like the quintessential Fred and Ginger film is the supporting cast. Edward Everett Horton, Helen Broderick, Erik Rhodes, and Eric Blore were each in at least one other Fred and Ginger movie, but this is the only one that has all four of them. Edward Everett Horton excelled at playing the kind of guy who thinks he’s in control of every situation, but actually has no clue what’s going on, and he’s especially in his element as Horace Hardwick, convinced that he can get to the bottom of everyone’s strange behavior while never suspecting that he could end all the confusion just by meeting Dale. Helen Broderick delivers wisecracks in a brilliantly dry, cynical tone that contrasts with Horton’s bumbling to great comedic effect. Their characters don’t seem to have a very functional marriage, but they also don’t really seem to mind that. Typically the “haha, married couples hate each other” types of jokes really irritate me, but Horace and Madge are such ridiculous characters that it’s actually kind of funny when they do it. And then there’s Erik Rhodes, whose absurdly over-the-top Italian characterization in Top Hat and The Gay Divorcee so offended Mussolini that both those films were banned in Italy. Personally I feel like Top Hat’s portrayal of Venice as a giant white soundstage is probably more insulting to Italians than a guy doing a bad accent and being silly is, but I don’t know, maybe it’s still offensive. To me, as a non-Italian, I just think Erik Rhodes is very funny as Alberto Beddini, the dressmaker whose clothes Dale is modeling. He has some truly excellent lines, like, “Never again will I allow women to wear my dresses!” and “I am no man; I am Beddini!” Despite his declarations of love for Dale, he is extremely queer-coded, while also interestingly being one of the most masculine characters in the film, which is…kind of the opposite of how male characters are typically queer-coded. So Alberto is very silly but also quite fascinating. Eric Blore was in half of the Fred and Ginger movies and he’s always hilarious. In Top Hat he plays Horace’s valet, Bates, who always refer to themselves in the plural (“We are Bates, sir”), so the next time someone complains to you about this so-called newfangled trend of young people messing with pronouns, feel free to point out that at least one middle-aged man was doing that way back in 1935. One of my favorite exchanges in the movie is when Horace is trying to explain to Bates that Jerry seems to have gotten into a perilous situation with a woman by saying, “He has practically put his foot right into a hornets’ nest” and Bates respond with, “But hornets’ nests grow on trees, sir.” “Never mind that. We have got to do something.” “What about rubbing it with butter, sir?” “You blasted fool, you can’t rub a girl with butter!” “My sister got into a hornets’ nest and we rubbed HER with butter, sir!” “That’s the wrong treatment, you should have used mud – never mind that!” It has nothing to do with anything but it makes me laugh every time. This supporting cast adds a silly, somewhat Vaudevillian aspect to Top Hat that no Fred and Ginger film would be complete without.

Of course, Fred and Ginger movies are better known for a different somewhat Vaudevillian aspect: their songs. It’s very interesting to watch Top Hat from a musical history perspective because it was made before the advent of the book musical – that is, a show where the songs are fully integrated into the story and used to tell a specific narrative. The songs in this movie do sort of advance the plot, but the lyrics are generic enough that they stand alone completely out of context. It’s kind of a bridge between the disjointed songs and scenes of vaudeville and the continuously flowing story of book musicals. All the music in Top Hat was written by the legendary Irving Berlin, including two solo numbers for Fred: “No Strings (I’m Fancy Free)” which is what Jerry is dancing to in the hotel when he disturbs Dale, and “Top Hat, White Tie and Tails” which is part of his show; and three numbers for both Fred and Ginger to dance to: “Isn’t This a Lovely Day (to Be Caught in the Rain)?” for soon after they meet, before Dale thinks that Jerry is Horace, “Cheek to Cheek” when they’re in love but Dale is conflicted because she thinks he’s married to Madge, who is confusingly encouraging them to dance, and “The Piccolino” after Dale finally learns Jerry’s true identity. Both Astaire and Rogers were significantly better dancers than singers, but typically Fred did most of the singing, and the only song he doesn’t sing in Top Hat is the Piccolino, apparently because he didn’t like it, so Ginger sings it first and then an offscreen chorus repeats it. My favorite number in the film has always been “Isn’t this a Lovely Day (to Be Caught in the Rain)?” because I love the way Jerry starts dancing fancier and fancier and is pleasantly surprised that Dale can keep up with him, and it’s fun that Ginger got to wear pants for once, and I also just really enjoy that song. There was a time soon after I first fell in love with this movie when I tried to make saying the word “lovely” a lot part of my personality, mainly inspired by this song. I truly enjoy all the numbers, even if I do think The Piccolino goes on a bit too long, although, again, it’s not nearly as painfully long as The Continental in The Gay Divorcee, which it’s clearly meant to pay homage to. But Fred and Ginger’s most famous dance number – certainly in this film, and also probably in any of their films – is “Cheek to Cheek.” It is pure, breathtaking magic, and even knowing about the major drama with Ginger’s dress in no way detracts from that.

I’ve heard a few different accounts of the dress drama with slightly conflicting details, but what they all seem to agree on is that Ginger Rogers insisted that a low-backed, light blue, ostrich feather dress would look perfect during the “Cheek to Cheek” dance, and pretty much everybody else tried to talk her out of it, but she refused to back down until they were all forced to concede. And she was correct, it looks incredible, although if you’re watching closely you can see some feathers falling off while she dances, which was the main objection to the dress. Fred Astaire was reportedly extremely annoyed about the flying feathers, although he betrays none of that to the audience, and afterwards gave Ginger the nickname “Feathers,” which he continued to call her for many years. My interpretation of this is that it started as kind of an insult when he was genuinely upset about the incident but evolved to become more of a term of endearment, although obviously I don’t know for sure. As far as I can tell, apart from the occasional disagreement, Fred and Ginger got along pretty well in real life, although the studio sometimes invented or exaggerated stories about them fighting to try to generate more buzz. Personally I don’t think that was necessary; their talent spoke for itself, and audiences would have flocked to their films whether or not there was conflict offscreen.

One thing that I don’t like about old movies is that in general, most of the people who worked on them were deceased before DVDs were invented, which means that the special features are often lacking. I have watched Top Hat with commentary, but it’s by a film historian and Fred Astaire’s daughter who was born after this movie was made. It’s mostly the historian talking, but every once in a while Astaire’s daughter shares a memory of her father, and every. single. time. the historian responds with, in the most patronizing tone of voice I’ve ever heard, “Thank you for telling us that” and I hate it so much. But one thing that I did learn from the commentary that I definitely wouldn’t have noticed if nobody had told me is that Lucille Ball makes a very small appearance in this movie as a worker at the flower shop in the London hotel. She has a couple of lines, but even though I’m used to watching her in Stage Door, which was only made two years after Top Hat, I absolutely would never have recognized her. So that’s kind of fun.

Now, when it comes to watching Top Hat from an aroace perspective, even I cannot deny that this movie in general, and the “Cheek to Cheek” number specifically, is extremely romantic. The main storyline is Jerry immediately falling for Dale and flirting with her until she falls for him, and then her attempting to suppress her feelings when she thinks he’s married to her best friend. But somehow, even watching it as a young teen who had no idea that I was aroace, this felt different from other romantic films I’d seen. I remember feeling irritated the first time I read a description of Fred and Ginger’s dancing as their version of making love because “ugh, why do people have to make everything about sex?” It took me a while to realize that not only is that an apt description, but it’s also part of what drew me to them in the first place. Because despite the way the terms “making love” and “being intimate” are now used almost exclusively as synonyms for “having sex,” they don’t necessarily have to be. There are other ways of experiencing and expressing love and intimacy besides sex. It’s just that our allonormative society puts sex on such a high pedestal and portrays it as the One True Form of Intimacy that all other forms are devalued to the point that often they feel barely worth mentioning. And I do feel like when some people talk about Fred and Ginger this way, what they’re implying is “Their dances were the Hays Code era version of sex scenes.” And, granted, it’s quite possible that that was the intent. But nothing about their dancing is inherently sexual, and yet, it would be hard to deny that it’s extremely intimate. So as someone who craves non-sexual intimacy, in a world where that concept almost seems oxymoronic, it’s so encouraging to see these characters express that. Of course, I don’t want exactly what they have – for one thing, I’m a terrible dancer, despite my one year of tap lessons in 2nd grade. And for another, what they have is way too romantic for me. But although I could never have articulated this at the time, just seeing this example of extreme intimacy coming in other, non-sexual forms as a young obliviously asexual person was so important. It gave me some armor against the onslaught of allo- and amatonormative messages implying that sexual relationships are inherently more valuable and valid than any other kind of relationship. Top Hat ends with the implication that Jerry and Dale are about to get married, so I guess we’re meant to infer that their relationship will eventually become sexual, but I don’t see how anyone could watch this movie and still think that a sexless marriage consisting of dance numbers like “Cheek to Cheek” would be any less valid than a sexual marriage. Like so many of my favorite movies, it’s not exactly ace representation, but it’s easy to imagine many of the characters in Top Hat as ace, and often that’s as good as it gets.

While the subtle and probably unintentional message that sex doesn’t have to be the end all be all is great, the main reason I love this movie is because it’s just a lot of fun to watch. I’ll be the first to admit that the plot is a little ridiculous and doesn’t make a ton of sense, but I also have to admire the lengths they go to in order to maintain the mistaken identity for so long. Like the part when the London hotel manager tells Dale that Horace Hardwick is the gentleman with the briefcase and cane on the mezzanine, and Horace steps behind a chandelier before Dale can see him, and while she’s trying to get closer, Jerry runs up to Horace and says that he has a phone call, and Horace hands Jerry his briefcase and cane and rushes off, so Dale will see Jerry alone holding a briefcase and cane and therefore still think he is Horace. Or when Horace just happens to be in the bathtub when Dale comes into their room in Italy. Or how Jerry tells Madge that he’s met Dale so she doesn’t think she needs to introduce him. It’s like simultaneously the most far-fetched, bizarre plot imaginable and also kind of brilliantly executed, and I love it for that. And even if the plot doesn’t work for you, this movie is still worth watching for its truly phenomenal dancing by one of the most iconic pairs in Hollywood history.

Thank you for listening to me discuss another of my most frequently rewatched films. When compiling this list, I was very surprised to discover that Fred Astaire would only appear in one film, since I consider him one of my faves, but I hope he would at least be happy to know that that one film is in my top five. Next week, I will be talking about another Old Hollywood musical that I watched two more times than Top Hat, for a total of 33 views, which stars a man who is often compared to Fred Astaire, although I feel like, apart from being dancers, they were very different. So stay tuned for that, and as always, I will leave you with a quote from that next movie: “I make more money than…than…than Calvin Coolidge! Put together!”

#top hat #fred astaire #ginger rogers #the rewatch rewind

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Out of all the characters who is the cuddliest?

Vice Virtue

The Cuddliest being #1:

1 - Kacey

Truly the golden retriever of Team 1, Kacey will happily receive a hug from almost anyone. As well as, give out hugs to almost everyone. She thrives off of the love and affection from others. Her hugs are comforting to say the least, a reason why she tries to frequently offer one out to her fellow teammates. Though Nicholas and Elias will indulge her from time to time, sadly none of them are big huggers, so she has to get her fix elsewhere.

2 - Chief Richmond & Shyam/Shuri

The best huggers ever, happy to give or receive. They often make jokes about not receiving enough love themselves. Though Shuri/Shyam more so than Chief Richmond. (P.s. Chief Richmond's hugs will have the biggest, baddest guys out there bawling like a new born baby.) 🥹

3 - Mason/Marley

Becomes flustered if someone outside of their close group of friends, or mother tries to hug them. Though, they do love a loving cuddle here and there. And will awkwardly, though happily offer a hug to those who need it.

4 - Nicholas & Irene Beuford

They set they're boundaries from the get go, so they never hug anyone they're not extremely close to. Though, they have made exceptions and tolerated hugs from particularly pitiful individuals, e.g. those who have recently lost a loved one.

5 - Elias

Hardly hugs anyone on the team, well except for Kacey (she goes to him). And rarely ever hugs anyone outside of the team, which is a shame because his hugs are 🫠😍

6 - Tobias, Lars Beckford & Luther/Leena

Receiving hugs from them is extremely rare, they're so unwilling and awkward to embrace others. None of them grew up with much affection, so they're very resistant to it. Which is why anyone who touches them will quickly have their life threatened 😭😅

Alpha, Beta, Omega

The Cuddliest being #1:

1 - Hex , Mrs Martin & Wolfe

The cuddliest of them all, though unlike Mrs Martin and Hex, Wolfe is more so a 'side hugger' rather than a full on cuddler. His affections are expressed in a much more casual, carefree manner. Still, all three of them love a good cuddle from their loved ones, and are happy to offer comfort to those who really need it. Each one of them is highly empathetic, and very in tune with their own emotions, as well as those of others.

2 - Zero

Tolerates the touch of others outside of the team, if he finds them pathetic enough to pity. Or, if he feels it'll serve a purpose, to manipulate the other person later on to further his own goal. Though to those on his team, whilst he's not one to initiate touch so much. Zero will always be the first to comfort his teammates and/or mentors, and will happily receive any physical affection from them in turn.

3 - Mr Martin & One

Stoic in nature these two definitely don't give out hugs, and are neither too happy to receive them. Though One will awkwardly tolerate some affection from his teammates and/or mentors, anyone outside of the team comes dangerously close to finding their hand broken.

The same goes for Mr Martin, though unlike One. He's a little less awkward about receiving affection from the members of the S.P.U, being somewhat of a father figure to them and all. Though, he constantly craves to hold Mrs Martin close, and will happily melt into his wife's arms and hers alone.

4 - Ghost & Viper

Very touch adverse, Ghost can become quite uncharacteristically violent if anyone were to lay a hand on him. Something many have learnt the hard way, though after years of working together. As well as, learning to rely on one another to survive their harsh environment. Ghost can just about tolerate the touch of his mentors and teammates. Though, it's always kept short and sweet, the touch must have purpose behind it. And he would much prefer, that it did not encompass his entire body.

Viper much like Ghost is quite touch adverse, though not to the same degree. Viper hates people she doesn't know putting their hands on her. And anyone stupid enough to do so, will quickly be taught why that's not a good idea. Though she does tolerate the touch of those she's extremely close to, a privilege reserved for her teammates and mentors only.

#ABO-if #ABO: RO Ask #ABO: Ask #ABO: S.P.U

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Anger Management (2) - Obey Me! Satan

“You messed up my makeup!” Asmo shouted at Satan, the lipgloss he’d applied currently smeared partway across his cheek. “The least you could do is apologize!”

“Hah? You’re going to pull that bullshit when you’re the one who threw this at me?” Satan held up one of Asmo’s nail polish bottles which had, indeed, smacked into Satan’s face. There was still a red mark on his forehead from where it had made contact.

“That’s your fault for walking past while I was sorting through my best and worst polish!” Asmo retorted angrily. “Hey, Irene, I’m in the right, aren’t I?”

“I think she’ll find that I’m in the right,” Satan growled back, his aura leaping off his skin like fire, as if it wished to mimic his internal state. “Right, Irene?”

“It takes two to start an argument,” I replied, sighing without looking up from my project. “Asmo, you should know that you can’t just throw your trash behind you and expect Satan to realize what you’re doing. Satan, you know your little brother takes great pride in his appearance and hates having it messed up. Both of you should apologize.”

Apparently lulled, the pair of demons settled down again, and it seemed that the two of them were a little embarrassed.

“Sorry,” they both mumbled, and although they faced each other, I felt more as if they were saying it to me. Well, such an occurrence wasn’t all-that-uncommon. I frequently dissolved fights between the siblings with words alone (which was another reason Lucifer was more than willing to give me money), and I had come to be known as something of a peacekeeper in this den of demons.

However, such a rule did not necessarily apply to Satan, who never quite cooled off after calming down enough to apologize. He smiled and backed away, but as he left Asmo, I could tell he was still simmering underneath his facade. Why did he pretend?

I found myself sighing as I resolved to follow him and attempt to either understand him or soothe the short-tempered male. In truth, I loathe anger; it’s such an ugly and frightful emotion for the one experiencing it and the victim of it. Satan’s anger issues make me uneasy. Even irritable myself.

I hope that I can resolve this peacefully...

...

When I eventually stopped following Satan, it was to find him crouching in the garden, speaking softly and fervently. For a moment, I thought as I hovered behind him that he had been attempting to summon a monster more fearsome than Lotan or Cerberus, but the only monster in front of him was a kitten, probably no older than a year.

“Psspsspss,” Satan hissed softly, beckoning the kitten towards him, and whatever remained of his anger evaporated as the kitten butted its head against his hand. Satan’s lips spread into a wide, beautiful smile quite unlike that facsimile he’d been wearing earlier. Perhaps it had been hard to tell he had been faking it before, but it was not now. “Did you miss me?” he asked the kitten gently, even as he sat down, pulling the cat closer to him. “I know, I know. I’m late.”

“I didn’t know you liked cats,” I said, almost as quietly as Satan had been speaking, but I’d badly startled the demon all the same.

“Y-Yeah?” Satan asked, a flush quickly forming onto his cheeks. This, too, was a beautiful sight; I couldn’t help smiling as I immediately realized what I wanted to put on his gift.

“Would you mind if I petted it?” I asked, lowering myself to Satan’s level. “I am rather fond of cats, you see.”

“Well... I guess I don’t mind,” Satan mumbled, even as the kitten pawed at my offered hand, attempting to bite my finger before eventually settling his head into my palm as I scratched behind his ears. “...Did you follow me?”

“I was concerned,” I replied, even as I chuckled at the kitten’s protest to having his chin rubbed too long. I’d barely avoided a scratch. “Anger is a strenuous emotion that shortens your life; I had planned to ask you why you were still upset but I see there is no need for that now. It seems cats are a very good medicine for you.”

“You were... concerned about me?” Satan asked blankly, and I smiled at him.

“Always. Everyone at the House of Lamentation is important to me. You are no exception. In fact, I would even go so far as to say that I value you the most. Although your organizational skills need work, you are a helpful tutor and a wonderfully intelligent man. I easily lose track of time when we talk about the stories you’ve read.”

“...thanks, Irene.” Satan seemed to be fighting back a tide of emotion, although which emotion, I was not sure which he was trying to cover up. “Really.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied before I stood up. “Since it seems as if the kitten has done my work for me, I will leave you to relax.”

“You... don’t have to go,” Satan called after me, and the kitten mewled.

“Are you asking me to stay?”

“What if I was?” he challenged, momentarily getting defensive, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Now that I thought about it, Satan was practically a cat himself, with those green eyes that flitted from irritation to contentment in an instant.

“Then I would stay,” I replied gently, leaning down to his level again, watching the blush that simmered in his cheeks at the movement. He was such a cute man when he let his guard fall down. “I like it when you’re honest, Satan.”

“...I’ll remember that.”

...

“This is...for me?” Satan asked when he opened the small box I’d given him. It was already October, and his birthday was today. From out of the box, he’d lifted the black, silky bookmark I’d embroidered with a white cat alongside his name, stylized in bright green. “It’s beautiful... How long did this even take you?”

“Several weeks,” I replied with a smile. “It was difficult to decide on a design, but I eventually made something that I hope will be durable and easy to find. The final product is still not quite what I’d hoped, but—”

“Irene, please, this is more than enough,” Satan cut me off, and I watched every muscle in his face relax into a hopelessly happy smile. “Thank you. I’ll put it to good use.”

“I’m glad,” I replied, mirroring his joy.

“Damn, Irene’s really pulling all the stops,” I heard Mammon mutter.

“Well, it is Irene, after all,” Lucifer remarked, seeming satisfied. Evidently, whatever expectations he had set for me had just been fulfilled.

“Can we please start eating already?” Beelzebub begged, and Satan gave a soft sigh before he told the others to dig into the feast that had been prepared for him, though that wasn’t before Satan quietly asked if we could speak in private later.

Once our bellies were filled, Satan pulled me away from his brothers’ idle chatter, and I followed him as he led me through the halls and up the stairs, straight into his book-littered bedroom. At the moment, it was even more disorderly than I’d last seen it, and I resisted the urge to start picking up the books on the floor.

“What is it?” I asked as we stopped, and Satan turned to face me.

“Irene.” I was stricken by the emotion trembling in his voice even as he took hold of my hand with both of his. His green-nailed fingers were surprisingly long, the skin soft like Asmo’s.

I tilted my head in question at Satan’s hesitance towards answering my silent question. When he met my eyes, his words were stunted and yet frantic.

“The truth is, I... I really...!”

“See, I told you they weren’t havin’ sex!”

“Of course not. Irene would be smart enough to lock the door.”

“Aww, poo. What a shame...”

“There goes my 100 grim... this is what I get for trying to gamble every once in a while...”

“Wha—you guys!?” Satan blustered at his brothers, an angrily embarrassed flush creeping onto his cheeks. “What part of ‘I want to talk to Irene alone’ don’t you understand!?”

“Oh, come onnn~” Asmo hummed. “Let us vicariously experience this exciting time~”

“Piss off!”

“Asmo, that’s enough teasing,” Lucifer chided. “Let them have their fun.” Still, after Lucifer had dragged the others away, the words that Satan had been about to say to me were forgotten, exchanged with shared reading session. Although it was a comfort to enjoy the sound of turning pages and the smell of old ink, I could not help but feel some unease in the words that were unwritten and undefined.

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