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Choice*moves quickly towards you and kisses you violently and passionately*
What do you do?
A) Step back quickly and look affronted.
B) Return the kiss with equal passion.
If option A:
*steps back slowly* I'm sorry. *turns and disappears* *loud noises are heard from the bedroom* *appears 20 minutes later with suitcases bulging* I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding. You will never have to deal with that from me again. Farewell. *bows deeply and shuts front door*
If option B:
*pulls you closer* *things begin intensifying* *leads to happenings of a sort I'd rather not put in print*
Thank you for playing.
Blood and TearsVERY IMPORTANT FOR UNDERSTANDING PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU MOVE ON SERIOUSLY GUYS
A/N: This roleplay might be a little bit hard to read, as it was written originally as a Twitter conversation, but I'll try my best to explain:
The characters are Sherlock and John, and the handle for Sherlock is @SAloyciusH and for John is @JHamishW, but since it was a conversation all of Sherlock's text begins with @JHamishW and all John's text begins with @SAloyciusH. Phew! Confusing, no? If you still can't figure out whose is whose, the sulking is Sherlock and the badassery is John. XD (For an even coarser distinction, spelling: Sherlock; not-as-good spelling: John. Sorry love...)
And now that I've probably made it worse by trying to explain, here is Blood & Tears. Enjoy!
@JHamishW *stands in living room attacking the sofa with the riding crop* *does not acknowledge John's entrance into the room*
@SAloyciusH *stares at Sherlock for a moment then shakes head* Wha-no, never mind I do not want to know. *pic
Hard Day's Night It’s been a hard day’s night
John dragged his feet up the stairs. He’d been called into A&E because of a huge fire that had broken out near Westminster, and because of the sheer number of casualties he’d been forced to work nigh on six hours after he’d already worked a 12-hour day at the hospital.
And I’ve been working like a dog
It wasn’t that John particularly minded working at the hospital, but he wished he’d had more than just two hours between times. He was sure that after all that time, Sherlock would’ve had something else explode in the microwave and he’d have to clean that up as well.
It’s been a hard day’s night
John finally reached the top of the staircase and stumbled into the living room to find Sherlock sitting on the sofa with a plate of toast, watching the news on the telly. Without looking up, Sherlock asked, “So how was it?” John
Come Back, JohnJohn, why did you have to go to Waterford today of all days? You know I need you here, and not just to work on the case… -SH
Because Harry pitched a fit and refuses to talk to anyone else. She’s in her forties for christ’s sake! I haven’t got a clue what’s she upset about but Clara called and that’s why I’m going to Waterford. Trust me, I’d rather be back home than going to deal with my sister… -JW
Bullocks: they’re just trying to take you away from me again. At a guess, Clara confiscated the claret and hid it under the duvet in the guest bedroom. Don’t bother with the mixers. Clear it up fast and come back, please. –SH
How- oh never mind. I’ll be back as quick as I can. I’m not thrilled to be going you know. I think I can hear Harry shouting from the front garden. –JW
Oh lor. Ware the busssshes. Annnd say hi to clarr fr me. –SH luck with claret.
Have you been drinking? Never mind. Oh appa
ExhaustionSherlock slumped down facefirst into the couch, his brain overworked from an intense case he'd received from Lestrade a week ago. He'd been going for a week straight without food or sleep, and even he was looking haggard. –SH
John nudged the prone detective and placed a cup of tea on the table near the couch before sitting down his chair. –JW
Sherlock rolled over with a groan. John looked worried at the sight of the detective's overworked face: bloodshot eyes, dark circles, and loose skin from the weight that he didn't need to lose. "Must I, John?" he grumbled. –SH
"Yes" John gave Sherlock a very serious look and pointed at the cup of tea with absolute authority. "Drink it and I'll not pester you for the rest of the day about eating."-JW
Sherlock attempted to give John a death glare, which backfired with Sherlock's extreme tiredness. He sat up groggily and sipped at his tea. He made a face. "Really, John? Milk?" But he finished his tea without further comment, and, wh
Hearts (postlude) It was 18 months later, and John felt time stop as he watched the dark figure falling from the roof of St. Bart’s hospital. He could feel all his memories returning as the figure dropped in slow motion: all his memories of school, of his family, and most importantly, his memories of Sherlock. He remembered the first conversation they’d had, and the last. He realized Sherlock had always remembered those, throughout the past 18 months that they had been in the same flat. He wondered what it must have been like for him: remembering the conversations and the quarrel while John sat next to him, not remembering a word of it. He wished he’d been able to apologize. He had never wanted to say those awful things to his best friend, and every day in Uni and in Afghanistan he had wished he could take them back. Now it was too late. As he watched the only person he had ever cared for falling to his death, he cried without hope of being heard, “I’m sorry S
Party to MurderI need a cuddle buddy if this cold weather is going to continue. Also I will need lots of tea. Earl Grey tea.
SHERLOCK SHALL JOIN YOU! Except that I'm not entirely sure where you live... XD That Earl Grey should do nicely for you, though.
I can have you and John over sometime. -Lestrade.
Sounds great! -SH
You sound excited. Should I be worried?- JW
Mm, depends on what's in the tea... -SH
I've been wanting to have you two over for quite some time, it'll be fun.-GL
Greg, your definition of fun vastly differs from HIS definition of fun. _JW
Sadly, you do have a point -SH
The gun stays at home.- JW
You are telling me that even your consulting detective wouldn't like a nice quiet evening playing chess? He could bring his violin if he likes.
Oh that might cheer him up. I do have to warn you though he will choose to play whatever he likes. No matter how annoying. But it should keep him from shooting anything.-JW
Maybe I'll invite Anderson... that might keep him oc
Hearts (chapter 8)When John passed by his old Uni colleague Mike Stamford in the park, he had no flash of recognition, nor anything to suggest that John had once known the man. Mike recognized John, however, and called him over. John pretended to recognize him, and indeed he had a vague sense that this was someone familiar. They had a short and rather awkward conversation over coffee, and when John mentioned that he was looking for a flat and a flatmate, Mike perked up.
“You’re the second person to mention needing a flatmate today,” Mike said. “Who was the first?” John asked, a bit interested. “Come on, I’ll take you to meet him,” Mike said cheerily, standing up from where they had been sitting.
The morgue of St. Bartholomew’s hospital was not a place one expected to meet a potential flatmate, but that was exactly where Stamford took John. They passed by a pretty young woman in the hallway and she seemed to cringe at the sight of John, but John didn&
Awkward DreamsSherlock froze, every limb pinned to the hard wooden floor, his mouth astonishingly trapped beneath someone else’s matching lips. He attempted to assess his situation. The individual was exceedingly lanky, and very strong, despite his weight. Sherlock felt the pressure of unusual shoes against his ankles. He tried to deduce whether the person was male or female, but his vision was blocked by skin. He could feel longish hair brushing his forehead, but that didn’t tell him very much. Sherlock closed his eyes resignedly and hoped that the person, whoever they were, would get off soon.
After about a minute and a half of excruciatingly awkward silence and immobility, the figure rolled off of Sherlock. Sherlock immediately propped himself on his elbow to see the mysterious figure that had so incapacitated him. He was confronted with a long, angular man with a peculiar sense of style: a tweed jacket, pinstriped shirt, bowtie, red suspenders just visible under the tweed, pants that
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"Of all the times John had to be sentimental," Sherlock spat out bitterly, the word 'sentimental' hung in the air like
Glory and Gore Chapter 11Sky sat back against the torn away wall of cobblestone as he took a bite of an apple, carefully he stole a glance towards the people Star had brought with her, they were friends before Notch changed everything but now...it just wasn't the same. They were cold blooded killers and there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed and turned away, his gaze landing on the hole where Star had disappeared a little over an hour ago. He hated it, his friend could be dying alone and there was nothing he could do.
"You shouldn't worry," Sky glanced up at the red-headed figure of Kyle as he sat down next to him "she's hybrid and a queen, she can take care of herself. No?"
"I suppose you're right, Kyle." The Former Leader of an Army replied slowly. "There's nothing I can do, but can I ask you something?" Kyle nodded so Sky continued on with his question.
That Butler Shared Butler: Prologue
This was not right, there was no way that this was right, the young noble with midnight blue hair made her way through the mansion, in search for her brother and parents. There was no way this was happening. At any moment now, she’d wake up in her bed from a nightmare, and there Ciel would be sleeping beside her.
Robyn wept in fear holding her hand over her mouth in an attempt to cease the coughing fit; the smoke tickled her lungs, she cried for help, her silent words echoed the walls. Her knees weakened and the girl fell to the floor. The young girl had always hated that, her asthma which already made her lungs act as though they were bricks, the smoke only making it that much worse.
It felt as though her lungs which were now bricks were instead of pumping oxygen, instead pumped tar through her body. Robyn’s body began to quit, shut down, her coughing, not seeming to end. “C-Ciel…” She squeaked before her body neared its limit.
He looked just like she did
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World of Scourge (2)White light engulfs Scourge and Fiona, as the universe is torn asunder by the wave.
Scourge: "Whoa, I didn't expect it to feel like this!!!"
Fiona: "It's like we're dissolving into..."
(Her words are snatched away as the light engulfs them and everything becomes silent and white...)
(The next day...)
Fiona wakes up, rubbing her head, and looks down at herself. She notices that she feels stronger, and her body has been restored to its natural physique.
Fiona: "W-wow! I-I'm...d-different. I...It worked. the Genocide Wave worked!"
(She beams happily.)
Fiona: "Wonder if the world looks any different at all?"
She steps outside of the room, spotting that Moebius' usually gloomy sky is clear and blue, while the castle actually looks complete.
Fiona: "Am I...on Mobius Prime?"
???: "No Fiona, you're in our new world. As I said, we're fusing Mobius and Moebius together."
(Fiona turns around and sees Scourge st
Always Together Ch. 11Always Together Ch. 11
My heart broke into a million pieces, so, his plan works, he will become Annabeth´s boyfriend tonight. My heart was yelling me, to get her back! But my brain was telling me, to let her do what she wants, because she broke up with me. I didn´t know what to do so, so I try to ignore all those thoughts, but it wasn´t easy, because Piper came to me frequently to try change my opinion.
Finally it was dinner time, I sat alone at Poseidon table, and the thoughts that I tried to push away, came to me as a hurricane. So strong and fast that it hurts, with a question that hunted me the rest of the dinner: what should I do? That single question made my brain spin around over and over again.
Once I finish my dinner, I decide that I needed and to think and clear my thoughts. So, I walked toward the only place where I could think, the beach. I sat down on the sand near the water, and allow the water to touch my feet.
The Codex: New Old friends.After running for a while I pulled them into an alleyway and let them catch thrir breath as I drew a complex circle.
"What the hell was that all about?! And what was that bright light?" Verinica finally caught her breath.
"That bright light was me, I just got attacked by a powerful enemy, and before you ask what this is, it's an alchemy circle, one that can take us back to my home. If you want more info ask our Elf friend right there, I used alchemy to mask her markings and ears." I finished the circle and gestured towards Mist, "though she doesn't know everything, just that I can use alchemy, but my world and this world use two different types of alchemy, this world deals with aura and what not while my world, the law if equivalent exchange is used."
"Law of equivalent exchange...?" Mist asked confused.
"Yeah, one can not make something with alchemy with out first giving something up. My brother learned that the hard way." I sighed, "Now stand back."
They did as told as I clapped my h
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Tonight she muttered about her family, something about them getting killed and then her getting kidnapped. I would of sad something, but usual that makes this meeting quite awkward. But her bringing up the subject of family, it made me think about my family.
After losing Amber I felt like I have failed. I failed my mother, I promised that night I would always protect her but this freak mutation to us, had caused her death since she couldn’t control it. I am surprised I am able to control mine enough to actually speak unlike any other titian shifter.
The reason of our titian mutation links with the ending of my
Hearts (chapter 7)After leaving medical school, John joined the army as a medic. After four years he was sent to Afghanistan, which was a living hell. John saw friends gunned down beside him while he lay helpless in a trench. He saw many young soldiers that he was unable to save because they had lost so much blood. A young woman that he had thought he had loved was killed while John watched. And still he survived. Something kept him going and kept him from harm. One day while his company was in the trenches, shooting and being shot, John was yelling at a friend to get down when he himself was shot in the shoulder. He remembered very little of that afternoon, except that everyone else died save one young man who inexpertly attempted to help take care of the wound. The few weeks went by with John hardly noticing a thing. When he finally emerged from his quasi-comatose state, he could remember almost nothing except that last battle. He could recite his mother’s phone number and street address, he cou
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