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[adeusentrego]

acho que o legal da vida é isso

nunca saber exatamente o que vai acontecer

#mycr

[megabuild]

Hey. Just need you to know. Every time I get home from work I think about your post about Season 7 Grian. “Goes back to his house with no back wall” has fundamentally changed me as a man. It’s been months

Im glad it had a lasting impact on one of us cause i cannot for the life of me remember what post youre talking about

#anon #asks #jk i do vaguely remember it was about mycres ijust cant remember the wording to find it. i will though. i can find anything

[princeanxious]

I used to be a diehard follower over 3 years ago but stopped using tumblr and finally got back on it for a different fandom. accidentally rediscovered your account and have been blown away that you're still active and stuff. blast from the past haha :D

Gods its been so long, huh? I hope you’re doing well!!

I’m still active on this blog with sanders sides yeh, not nearly as much active as i used to be(tho, gods do i miss it, i still have so many ideas, just not nearly the time or energy to work on them like i used to have lol), but thats what happens when u become an adult with a full time job xD

#i wish i had more to show content wise for the past year but unfortunately i just dont have the ability to work on any longterm projects- #-anymore even tho i desprately want to- because i’m stuck craving easy short term dopamine and burn out every time i try #i work split days off and its hell on mycreative project goals #😅 #luka answers

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Project ideas and building process

So I started the process early but sort of dropped off due to so many other side projects. So glad to start designing with the kit again. It was so much fun. I involved my kids and ideas were narrowed down to big ideas that described what I like:

1. Dance/Music/ Smile

2. Adventure and Travel

3. Cooking

4. Interaction

I started with the simple basic build page to get some inspiration and chose the dancing jitterbug. :) 

I love to dance!

#robotics mycreativity fun familytime coding

[techromancer1179]

sincerely hoping meds will also help speed up myCreative Process or whatever . i have been working onthjis for like 2 anda hralf hours now

surely that also has nothinf to do with my refusal to use any less than a ridiculous amount of attention to detail ;

#i love where ive gone with my art and ilike my art style but drawing is extremely frustrating forme #i Want to draw more often . but so much of my stuff is unfinished/barely started because it takes 10573928 years todo anything #<- applies to most things i try to do. this is because my Brain Hates Me #ohwell ! so it goes #apologies for the small rant #stinky speaks

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The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

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Chapter 16 - Culverton Smith

Over the next three weeks, Bethany had stopped by Sherlock’s flat a few times, but it became increasingly clear that Sherlock was on the verge of losing it. Mrs Hudson was worried and even Wiggins was starting think Sherlock had gone too far. He was definitely using again, but Mrs Hudson had devised a plan to get him to John Watson. She just needed Mycroft to clear her name.

She passed the phone over to the police officers who were chasing her car through London all the way to John’s new therapist’s house. He told them to back off and return to work and when he called Bethany to assure her that John was fine, she laughed that he had that kind of power over people.

‘Well, it is my job.’ He said, signing something that Anthea had shoved in front of him, before settling down behind his desk to work.

‘I know, but I just love the fact that you can say things like “hey it’s Mycroft, back up or I’ll incarcerate you”.’ She laughed. He could hear a baby crying in the background and the sounds of her picking up Rosie and calming her down. ‘That’s a good girl Rosie, such a good girl.’ Somehow the sounds of anyone else using a juvenile voice with an infant would irritate him, when Bethany did it, he loved it. ‘Sorry, Mycroft, you were saying.’

‘If you have other priorities, I can call again later?’

‘It’s fine, she’s just hungry, need to get you fed, don’t we? Yes, that’s right, because when daddy gets home, he might to sleep. Yes, Rosie, that’s right, darling.’

Mycroft chuckled a little.

‘Are you laughing at my baby voice, Mycroft Holmes?’ She said with a smile on her face.

‘I wouldn’t dare.’

‘Quite right too,’ Bethany said, making her way into the kitchen. ‘You just wait until she’s all grown up, there’ll be two of us you’ll have to contend with.’

‘I’ll send the hitman now then, shall I?’

‘You just try it, I’ll send him back crying more tears than Rosie. Don’t think I won’t.’

Mycroft chuckled. ‘Four nil. I yield.’

The sound of Bethany’s raucous laugh was something he could never get enough of.

‘When will you be on placement?’ Mycroft asked, not knowing what her schedule was in the next few weeks.

‘First day is in about two weeks time,’ she said, managing to get Rosie to stop crying, all he could hear was the sounds of her being fed. ‘I’ve got a paper to finish between now at then though, shouldn’t take me too long, it’s just some molecular biology rubbish.’

‘I thought you enjoyed it?’

‘I do, when it’s challenging.’

Mycroft sighed. ‘Has anything you’ve done at university been challenging?’

‘Maths. I suck with numbers. Surprising really when you think my dad’s an engineer.’

‘We all have our weaknesses.’

‘Yeah? What’s yours?’

Mycroft went quiet. Both of them knew the answer to that question, but there was no way he was saying it. No chance at all.

‘Will you keep a night free for me?’ He asked, changing the subject.

‘Sure, I’m usually free Thursdays if John doesn’t need me to babysit, but Sundays are good too, café isn’t open and Mrs Hudson never needs anyone in on that day.’ Bethany knew he didn’t want to answer and never once pushed for it.

‘Thursdays and Sundays.’ Mycroft repeated to himself.

‘Sounds to me like you have a plan?’

‘Indeed.’ Mycroft was thinking about actually cooking for her and watching a film. He wanted to invite her over under the normal rules of a date and not get interrupted by Sherlock for once in his life. ‘I’ll let you know the details.’

‘Great. I look forward to it.’

Mycroft soon got on with his work for the day, feeling a little more settled in himself. He was constantly in a battle between not wanting to waste any more time and thinking that getting involved with Bethany was a bad idea.

The day rolled on and the last thing he expected was another phone call from Bethany. She was panicked.

‘Bethany?’ He smiled answering the phone, ignoring the look from Lady Smallwood as he wandered to the other side of her office.

‘Mycroft, I’m sorry,’ she was panting hard. ‘It’s Sherlock, he’s in hospital.’

‘Which hospital?’

‘Culverton Smith’s hospital. Have you seen what’s been going on? Sherlock accused him of being a serial killer publicly. He got high and then somehow he and John ended up in a fight and now he’s being treated at the hospital.’

‘If he’s being treated, why are you panicking?’

‘Because I think he might be right.’ She was obviously running somewhere. ‘And I’m not allowed to visit him. I think he’s using the hospital to kill people and I’m scared Sherlock is in deeper than he anticipated.’

Mycroft took a breath.

‘Greg!’ She called. ‘Jesus, is John alright? Yeah, I’m fine, it’s nothing. Rosie’s with Mrs Hudson, she’s fine.’

‘Bethany.’ Mycroft got her attention.

‘Yes?’

‘There’s no need to panic, if I send a car will you get into it?’

There was a faint pause. ‘And where will the car take me?’

‘The flat. If he’s been using again, we need to find out why and put a stop to it.’

Bethany sighed. ‘Fine.’

‘Thank you, I will see you there.’ Mycroft promised.

He hung up, glad that she was at least at the police station and Lestrade would keep her safe enough. It was just about the only thing he could place any kind of faith into. He sent a car to pick up John and another to pick up Bethany, leaving the meeting with Lady Smallwood who was treading on thin ice with her forward language. It made him uncomfortable.

Mycroft made it there first and looked around the mess that Sherlock was happy to call a flat, it was covered in newspaper cuttings and pictures of Culverton Smith. Sherlock had become obsessed with the man in such a short space of time, his kitchen was basically a drugs lab and Mycroft had no idea where to start for a moment. He sat down in Sherlock’s chair and sent someone to get Mrs Hudson.

‘Where is she? Where is Mrs Hudson?’ He demanded as his men began searching through Sherlock’s things.

‘She’ll be up in a moment.’ One of them said. John came through the door and looked around at what was happening.

‘Er, what are you doing?’ John asked, ducking underneath a string of clipped up papers.

‘Have you noticed the kitchen? It’s practically a meth lab.’ Mycroft asked, severely irritated. ‘I’m trying to establish what exactly drove Sherlock off the rails, any ideas?’

‘Are these spooks?’ John stared at the forensic team inside Sherlock kitchen, examining every surface and edge. ‘Are you using spooks now to look after your family?’

At that moment, the sound of Bethany running up the stairs could be heard. Mycroft turned to see something that made his blood boil. She had a black eye and bruising on her arm.

His mind went slow for a moment, freezing the moment and assessing her state. The black eye looked fresh, possibly only a few days old, the bruising on her arm was starting to fade, but nothing was going to hide the fact that it was a clear handprint. She’d been pulled somewhere against her will, possibly when she refused she was struck on her face, but she didn’t display any other signs of discomfort so they must have been her only injuries. But why was she injured in the first place?

‘Why didn’t you call?’ He demanded, earning himself a glare.

‘I called Greg because he’s a police officer.’ Bethany shot back. ‘What’s going on?’

‘Hang on, are they tidying?’ John brought his attention back to the situation at hand.

‘Sherlock is a security concern,’ Mycroft turned back to John. ‘The fact that I’m his brother changes nothing.’

‘Yeah, you said that before.’ John threw out, catching Bethany’s attention.

‘Why fixate on Culverton Smith? He’s had his obsessions before, of course, but this goes a bit further than setting a man trap for Father Christmas.’ Mycroft couldn’t help but notice John’s flickering gaze. His attention was elsewhere. Bethany just folded her arms and examined the cuttings around her. ‘Spending all night talking to a woman who wasn’t even there.’

‘Mycroft, last time when we were on the phone-‘ John started and Mycroft knew exactly where it was going.

‘No, no, no, stop. I detest conversation in the past tense.’

‘You said the fact that you’re his brother didn’t make a difference.’

‘It doesn’t.’

‘You said it didn’t the last time and it wouldn’t with Sherlock. So who was it the last time? Who were you talking about?’

Mycroft felt Bethany’s attention narrow in on the conversation, he wished he hadn’t sent a car for her.

‘Nobody.’ Mycroft said, rather unconvincingly. ‘I misspoke.’

‘You’re lying.’

‘I assure you I’m not.’

‘Beth?’ John turned to the one person that knew for certain that he was lying, but she remained silent, folding her arms. ‘What do you know about this?’

‘Nothing. I never asked.’

John turned back to Mycroft. ‘Sherlock’s not your only brother,’ John concluded. ‘There’s another one, isn’t there?’

‘No.’

‘Jesus.’ John laughed, not being able to believe it. ‘A secret brother. What is he locked up in a tower or something?’

John may not have caught it, but Bethany definitely did and Mycroft could sense her disappointment from where he was standing.

‘Mycroft Holmes.’ Mrs Hudson finally arrived saving him from any further questioning. ‘What are all these dreadful people doing in my house?’

‘Mrs Hudson, I apologise for the interruption. As you know my brother has embarked on a programme of self-destruction, remarkable even by his standards, I’m endeavouring to find out what triggered it.’ Mycroft explained concisely.

‘And that’s what you’re looking for?’ Mrs Hudson clarified.

‘Quite so.’

‘What’s on his mind?’

‘So to speak.’

‘And you’ve had all this time?’

‘Time being something we don’t have an infinite supply. So, if we could be about our business?’ Mycroft was suddenly confused as to why Mrs Hudson was suddenly laughing.

‘You’re so funny, you are!’ She said, giggling away.

‘Mrs Hudson?’ Mycroft frowned.

‘He thinks you’re clever, poor old Sherlock, always going on about you.’ She suddenly turned to John. ‘I mean, he knows you’re an idiot, but that’s okay because you’re a lovely doctor, but he has no idea what an idiot you are.’

‘Is this merely stream of consciousness abuse, or are you attempting to make a point?’

‘You want to know what’s bothering Sherlock? Easiest thing in the world, anyone can do it.’

‘I know his thought processes better than any other human being in the world, so please try to understand-‘

‘He’s not about thinking! Not Sherlock.’ Mrs Hudson cut him off and suddenly Bethany’s gaze was scanning around the room at a faster rate than before.

‘Of course he is.’

‘No, no, he’s more emotional, isn’t he?’ Mrs Hudson explained, but Mycroft was now more concerned with where Bethany’s attention was going. ‘Unsolved case, shoot the wall,’ she made shooting noises at the wall where several gun shot holes were visible. ‘Unmade breakfast, karate the fridge. Unanswered questions, well, what does he do with anything he can’t answer, John? Every time.’

‘He stabs it.’ John said, starting to catch up. But Bethany had already taken the step over to the mantle piece.

‘Anything he can’t find the answer for, bang! It’s up there. I keep telling him, if he was any good as a detective, I wouldn’t need a new mantle.’

Bethany had an envelope in her hand and pulled out a disc that had the words “miss me?” written on the top. Moriarty. Mycroft felt his heart drop. They all exchanged looks and John helped her set up the laptop to see what it said. They gathered around, Bethany pulling up a chair for Mrs Hudson and sitting on the arm of it.

Mary Watson entered the screen and Mycroft thought Bethany would throw up, John wasn’t much better.

‘If you’re watching this, I’m probably dead.’ She said.

‘Okay, no, stop that now, please.’ John said, backing away and Bethany just held her head in her hands. Mycroft was struggling to understand it, but if she was in distress then he wanted to help.

Mrs Hudson stood up defiantly. ‘Everybody out now. All of you!’ Nobody moved, they were waiting for Mycroft’s order. ‘This is my house, this is my friend and that’s his departed wife. Anyone who stays a minute longer is admitting to me personally that they do not have a single spark of human decency.’ It took a moment and glare from Bethany, but Mycroft nodded for everyone to leave. Mrs Hudson then turned to square up to Mycroft. ‘Get out of my house.’ She hissed. ‘You reptile.’

Mycroft decided it was best for him to leave. He heard the sounds of Bethany about to follow, but Mrs Hudson urging her to stay. She was already distressed, injured and upset. He wanted her to follow him out so he could find out how she got her bruises, but she stayed and watched Mary Watson’s last words.

It was a moment before Bethany came down the stairs and out of the house, she was crying and trying to breath calmly.

‘Bethany.’ Mycroft said just as he was about to get in his car and drive away. She was pacing around and he carefully approached her. ‘Bethany.’ He said again, she suddenly saw him and started crying hard, wrapping her arms around him.

‘I couldn’t,’ she sobbed. ‘I just couldn’t, I couldn’t watch it.’ Mycroft held her close, his hand stroking her soft hair, it seemed to settle her slightly, so maybe he was making the right call? ‘God, I miss her so much.’

‘I know.’ Mycroft was aware he was being watched, but he didn’t want to let go of her just yet, not if she needed him.

Suddenly she began pulling back and away from him. ‘Sorry, God, I’m sorry.’ She said, roughly wiping away the tears and flinching at being so rough with the bruising around her eye.

‘What happened to you?’ Mycroft asked.

‘Don’t worry about it.’ Bethany waved his concern away.

‘Bethany, please.’ Mycroft demanded, making her stop. ‘Just tell me who did this to you.’

Bethany sighed, her eyes seeing how desperate he was to know. ‘That house down the road from me…’

That was all she needed to say for Mycroft to turn and get into the car behind him. His rage was the only thing driving him forwards now. He glanced out the window and saw John rushing out, Mrs Hudson tossed the car keys to her Aston Martin to Bethany who just followed John towards the car. Wherever they were going, surely it was into trouble and as much as he disliked it, he hated the men who lived in the house on her road even more.

Mycroft sent his men to the house to clear it out and contacted Scotland Yard to send over a few detectives to deal with the arrests. He then returned to his office to find out what was going on with Sherlock and Bethany.

It was Lestrade that phoned him several hours later to tell him that John and Bethany managed to catch Smith in the middle of trying to kill Sherlock. He was now in custody and couldn’t stop confessing to all the people he’s killed. Mycroft sighed in relief and debated asking the question.

‘How is Miss Wheeler?’

‘Beth?’ Lestrade said a little too loudly for his liking. ‘She’s fine. She’s upset with everything that’s happened and I can’t imagine it’s helping her studies any, but she’d fine Mycroft. Why do you ask?’

Mycroft stood from his chair and took a calming breath. ‘The house down the road from her, the one that’s being cleared out-‘

‘Look, I should say that while we appreciate the heads up, it is still an ongoing investigation.’ Lestrade put his foot down and Mycroft suspected Bethany’s involvement in it. ‘All I can say is that Beth is no longer in danger from the young men occupying that house and neither is anyone else. I will update you when I get the chance, but you need to give me a chance to find something to update you on.’

‘Work faster.’ Was all Mycroft said before hanging up. He took another calming breath and put his phone away. It was late, he needed to go home and come back with a fresh head.

Are you alright? – MH

He text her the morning after, he’d just finished his morning work out and his only thought was Bethany.

Fine. I’m assuming you’re responsible for the house down the road being surrounding by police all night? – BW

This is how you win the war against men like those. You utilise your resources. – MH

And you’re a resource I have, are you? – BW

Of course. – MH

She didn’t text him back after that. In fact, Mycroft didn’t hear from her for several days. He got his updates from Lestrade and the four young men they arrested from the house would serve long sentences for more than just casual sexual assault, they were also facing drugs charges and that of robbery.

Mycroft was working with Lady Smallwood who he thankfully wouldn’t see for another week. He had the sudden and inexplicable urge to ask Bethany to stay with him for a few days, she would say no instantly and the fact that he was even considering asking was unreasonable.

The meeting with Lady Smallwood was coming to an end.

‘So, what about Miss Wheeler?’ She asked.

‘What about her?’ Mycroft asked, casually.

‘When’s the last time you saw her?’

Mycroft raised his eyebrow.

‘In person.’ Lady Smallwood clarified, thinking he was watching her at all times.

‘The night Culverton Smith confessed to being a serial killer,’ he said. ‘She was at my brother’s flat briefly.’

‘It’s not what I meant.’ Lady Smallwood was doing the annoying thing where she would hold his gaze and look up through her lashes, she was flirting and it was grinding on him. ‘The last time you and she caught up.’

‘The gala.’ Mycroft answered instantly. ‘Hardly a catch up, the PM was fascinated by her, I was just on standby.’

Lady Smallwood frowned slightly. ‘So, you really are just friends?’ She seemed surprised by that. Mycroft just rolled his eyes and stood up to put his coat on, Lady Smallwood followed suit.

‘So, you’re off now, I won’t see you for a week.’ Mycroft said, adjusting his coat.

‘Just spending it at home.’ Lady Smallwood checked herself in his mirror. ‘Unless she calls.’

‘The PM.’ Mycroft nodded.

‘Here.’ She handed him a small business card.

‘What’s this?’

‘My number.’

‘I already have your number.’ Mycroft frowned.

‘My private number.’

‘Why would I need that?’

‘I don’t know. Maybe you’d like a drink sometime?’

‘Of what?’

‘Up to you. Call me.’

Mycroft was just confused, she wasn’t making much sense, his thoughts were already with what he was going to do with his free evening. Lady Smallwood left his office and Mycroft looked down at the card, chuckling to himself at what was an unusual display. He tossed the card down on top of his notes and thought no more on it.

He was about to leave when he realised something. Lady Smallwood had just flirted her way into his phonebook. He turned back and thought about picking up the card again. Mycroft was torn for a moment, before putting the card in his pocket and leaving the office.

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[adeusentrego]

não sei sentir pouco

sinto tudo

e muito

ou não sinto nada

o meio termo me parece tão confortável

mais eu estou sempre nesse turbilhão de pensamentos e sentimentos

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My sweet idiot

Summary

Mycroft has injured his ankle, but he doesn't want Greg to know about it. However, sometimes Mycroft should remember that there are people who care about him…

Notes

Mystrade Monday 2.0 #84 “Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when clearly you aren’t.”

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Rating G - 668 words

Mycroft couldn't help but grimace as he made his way to the exit, the painkillers starting to wear off and the pain in his ankle increasing. When he saw that Greg was waiting for him outside, he made sure that all traces of discomfort disappeared, forcing himself to walk in a normal manner and doing his best to smile in a natural way.

When he reached Greg, he said in a cheerful tone, "Good evening, Greg."

"Hi, Mycroft."

Greg glanced around and planted a kiss on Mycroft's lips in response. Then he stepped back and said quietly, "You stay here, I'll get the car."

Mycroft shook his head, "Why, there's no need, we can walk to your car as usual."

Greg shook his head again, "No, not in your condition."

Mycroft replied with a puzzled look, "In my condition? What do you mean?"

Greg looked at him indulgently and replied gently, "Don't lie and pretend you're fine when you clearly aren't."

Then he didn't wait for an answer and, with Mycroft looking on in amazement, walked out into the parking lot. He returned a few minutes later and parked the car right in front of Mycroft, bent down and opened the door for him.

A little later, as they drove to their house, Mycroft asked, "How did you know?"

Greg simply replied, "Anthea."

Mycroft sighed, "I should have known."

Greg patted his lover's knee and replied in a slightly wry tone, " Yes, darling, you should have known there are people who care about you."

Mycroft replied, "Did she tell you how it happened?"

Greg, eyes on the road, shook his head, "No, she said you'd tell me. So?"

Mycroft muttered, "Isteppedonmyshoelace."

Greg replied, "Huh? You what? I didn't get it."

Mycroft grumbled, repeating clearly, "I stumbled over my laces and twisted my ankle. Go ahead and laugh."

Greg replied, "You idiot, you clearly hurt yourself, so I don't feel like laughing."

When they arrived at their apartment, Greg assisted Mycroft to the couch, where he helped him to sit down. He carefully placed Mycroft's now swollen foot on a cushion on the coffee table.

He stroked his cheek gently and said softly, "I'll get some ice."

He returned a few seconds later with some ice wrapped in a towel, which he placed carefully on Mycroft's injured ankle. He then handed him a glass of water and a painkilling tablet.

Mycroft swallowed the pill gratefully and sighed with relief at the sensation of cold on his ankle.

Greg walked around the couch and sat down next to Mycroft. He took his hand and, turning to him, asked quietly, "Mycroft, why did you try to hide this from me?"

Greg was surprised to see Mycroft's cheeks blush slightly as he shook his head, "This time you're really going to make fun of me."

Greg told him gently, "I promise not to, okay?"

Mycroft sighed, "Because... oh my God, this is so ridiculous... I actually wanted to walk with you."

Greg didn't laugh and looked completely confused, "I... I don't understand."

Mycroft continued, "There's one part of the day that I particularly enjoy, but it doesn't happen very often because of our conflicting schedules, and that's that little moment when we walk hand in hand from my office to your car. And I didn't want to spoil that. I know it's totally lame, but-"

He didn't have time to finish before he was interrupted by Greg's lips pressing against his in a tender kiss. The kiss remained soft and light because Greg was aware of Mycroft's injured foot, and when they caught their breath a few moments later, Greg just said softly, "My lovely idiot."

Mycroft leaned his head against Greg's and replied in a conspiratorial tone, "Don't tell anyone."

Greg chuckled and replied in the same tone, "Never, only I have the right to know how sweet-"

This time it was Mycroft who closed Greg's lips with a kiss, wiping away his grin and preventing him from finishing his sentence.

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Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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📄What’s a WIP you never finished that you would like to go back and revisit?

(takes a long hit from my cigarette)(when you look closer its actually chalk) nothing but flowers. and im not going to but i still get really mad when i think about having to drop it.. the like. basic Idea of it (grian and etho being terrible traumatised people Together) is still going to get finalised in what im working on now i will not rest until i get SOMETHING with that concept out of my head. but the mycres arc is so very special to me and its a little sad to me i probably wont ever write something for it again...

this question is loaded as hell when you dont finish any wips actually because i could say anything fr.. not trying to be a downer or anything cause it doesnt like upset me im just so bad at finishing things. band au im definitely going back to sometime though i kinda wanted to do it as a comic/ask blog instead of a full fic...? fleshfly probably not ever in any form but it makes me giggle. olipix dragon parents meetcute looks unlikely since the dragon hatched in canon. forever unnamed empires s1 rewrite would get me eight callouts if i ever published it. defunct etho themed arg blog that i deleted and forgot i ever did until like last month... (lights another piece of chalk)

❔ Choose a random WIP and talk about it.

i couldnt choose which to say here so i threw some of them into a wheel and got this

which lord in heaven is a scary fucking answer. anemone isnt the name its The name of a character... this is like the most concrete explanation of the lore i have in my head for 404 told through a series of disconnected chapters set During the filming of the show and inspired by certain episode of the lp. i don't know if this'll ever be public in part because a big part of my lore is that etho himself doesn't actually know a lot of this and never will and i don't like the audience to know way more than the characters if they'll never find out...? but also because there's a few bits of it i'm taking and repurposing for my current big wip.which ill talk about in a seconsd sorry. admittedly i feel attached to this because anemone The Character is my little baby who i love more than the world itself like sorry for getting so attached to a fan oc but i actuallyneed to wring himlike a dish cloth

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