my friends know a little about herlock sholmes from watching me play dgs every now and then, so i decided to play a game of "real or fake herlock quote" with them, in which i gave them either a real herlock quote, or one i made up. they got very mad at me because i tricked them a lot. so here are some of my fake herlock quotes, for your viewing pleasure.
* Ah, Mr. Naruhodo, perfect timing! I seem to have misplaced several cadavers!
* Something strange is afoot…no, not quite afoot. Perhaps ahand? Aleg?
* As a great detective, I know all the pitfalls of common criminals. So when I decide to commit a crime, no man will be able to pin me down.
* Life is nothing but a long road. And I am the road. Constantly trampled upon by the hooves of those foul beasts known as horses.
* Ah, but my logic isn’t wrong! It’s reality that’s incorrect!
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i wonder how long harrow screamed. i wonder how long it took for her to process what had happened—for her brain to catch up to her eyes, to register what gideon did. “you can stop screaming any minute now, just an fyi.” she was screaming as she got up. did she scream while she ate her and rebuilt her? how many times do you think harrow screamed her name? how much do you think was wordless agony? do you think her mouth got used to screaming her name? used to it enough that that was the last thing she said? do you think this was the practice?
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Everytime Asagiri drops more skk backstory you realise they were not even remotely toxic, Chuuya made Dazai want to give living a chance at 15, Dazai whole convoluted plan during SB while shitty for Chuuya was ultimately to find the data on Chuuya, Dazai put the world saving plan on hold and was ready to discard it for him, he not only put an end to the dragon jead conflict he even started caring about another man's death because it upset Chuuya, and in some universe they would have ditched the mafia together. Chuuya makes Dazai do good things because Dazai cares for him and his opinions. Dude. DUDE!!
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Currently listening to The Tortured Poets Department and I’m brainrot frothing at the mouth over Guilty as Sin? because the destiel coding is just perfect
Like:
“What if I roll the stone away?
They’re gonna crucify me anyway
What if the way you hold me is actually what’s holy?
If long suffering propriety is what they want from me
They don’t know how you’ve haunted me so stunningly
I choose you and me religiously”
Agsjskajsgxbnsihebshaba
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jesus christ every time i scroll down another post you have something fascinating to say abt the azula in ur brain. well?????? what happens to her post canon???!?!?
starrdio we HAVE to kiss. thank you for asking...
SO. my main vision of azula is that immediately post-war zuko has. absolutely no idea what to do with azula. he's just ascended the throne and he has half his country wanting him dead and he's only sixteen. azula was fire lord for a day, wanted to kill him, has tried to kill him, is probably still loyal to ozai (and god he is NOT telling her about the ozai bending-away situation rn. OR URSA.) so he places her in a highly secure prison until he's settled enough to figure out what to do with his war criminal baby sister
and the prison guards... well, they hate azula. to many of them, she's the closest thing they have to punishing ozai so they treat her accordingly (not like the child she is, but some sort of monster they pin all their anger and grief onto). they shave her head as a sign of her defeat, dishonouring her, they put her in a cell with no sunlight, and they regularly try to bait her. not that it ever works
azula goes nonverbal. for months. she's only in the jail for a few weeks before zuko is able to visit, sees her conditions, and promptly banishes the entire staff and takes her back to the palace. he puts her up her own wing of the palace, tries to care for her best he can, but azula is silent. she barely even looks at him, or anyone. it's like her spirit is just... gone. she shoves away all the familiar figures in her life - zuko, mai, ty lee, her servants, mirrors (for fear they're hallucinations. she no longer trusts her own reality and it's terrifying and she's so scared of her own mind. she refuses to bow to the false visions of living and dead, desperately trying to overcome this 'weakness')
for azula, her only words for nearly a year were her anguished screams and cries in the last agni kai. as she no longer feels worthy of her bending after her dishonour and defeat, she no longer uses her voice. her second greatest weapon, her wit and words and the way she weaved them, is gone. in it, azula remains
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CW: Blood, Amputation
"From now on, you will do as I say if you value your life." Whumper snarled menacingly.
"I'm nice though, so I'll give you ten chances. Your first order is this: kneel before me."
Whumpee stared defiantly from the floor where they lay crumpled. They sneered at their captor, narrowing their eyes.
"Oh, yes, you're so nice, kidnapping me and everything. Real stand-up behaviour from you there!" They spat, eyes darkening, "I will never follow your commands, you monster."
Whumper's aura of confidence shifted to one of slight frustration, glaring at Whumper like they were a particularly petulant child.
"Fine, you want to test your boundaries? I know mutts like you tend to do that under new masters." They grabbed Whumpee harshly by the wrist, yanking them over to a wooden table hidden in the shadowy corner of the room. There, they strapped Whumpee's hand in place by the wrist, palm down, tightening the leather buckle they used until their captive's flesh burnt red from pressure. They then locked it shut, to prevent any unwanted tampering.
"Ten chances, I suppose one of those would end up being wasted on a learning experience hm?" Whumper mused light-heartedly, rummaging through a storage box next to the table. Whumpee took the time to experimentatively pull against the strap, working the buckle with their hand.
"Oh, I'd move that other hand out of the way if I were you!"
Before Whumpee could fully grasp what that could mean, Whumper spun around, cleaver knife in hand. Quick as a flash they grabbed the little finger on Whumpee's restrained hand, pulled it away from the rest of them, and brough the cleaver down on it with a sickening crunch.
For a second, Whumpee felt nothing. Then, the white hot pain hit them with the force of a truck, and they screamed like a wild animal, their body going limp as they fell to their knees in agony.
Whumper doused the nub left behind in a sterile saline solution, tightly wrapping it in gauze, halting the bleeding. They picked up the quickly cooling amputated finger and crouched down, holding it in Whumpee's face.
"That's one chance gone, ok? I'm sure you understand not to waste the remaining nine."
Whumpee weakly nodded.
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