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emeraldurafreak · 1 year
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NGN!!
Next generation network?
Or amino acids
N-G-N Asparagine-Glycine-Asparagine
I have found a protein with several NGN repeats in Haliotis asinina, is that what you meant? Does that mean you are indirectly calling me an 'ass'?
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snakebxtch · 4 months
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✨ Looking for RP Partners!✨
Hi! I’m Ry,
I’m 22 and I have been struggling finding good Roleplay Partners for The Boys, I searched on Wattpad and Amino for years with no luck.
I’m searching for either Oc x CC or CC x CC ( If it’s OC x CC then I am of course okay with double ups! ) and for a plot I had a few in mind depending on if we’re doing double ups or a ship.
<{•.•}>~Fandoms~<{•.•}>
Marvel | > Avengers mainly.
Mandalorian | > Crush is Mando
Halo | > crush gotta be Master Chief 👁️🫦👁️
The Boys | > Butcher is the goat
Red dead Redemption 2 | > Arthur or John 👀
DC | > Batman or Dick Grayson
Sherlock, tv show | > John for sure
The Witcher | > forever ship Jaskier and Geralt
Umbrella Academy | > Deigo or Klaus
Gotham | > Jim Gordon 💋
The 4400 | > Tom Baldwin ofc
Bitten | > Jeremy 🥵
🔻🔺Rules🔺🔻
Must be 18+
I’m over 18 so this is a strong preference
Literate / Novelist
No Incest, CP, or Beast stuff
( even with Deep from the boys, I know it’s somewhat canon with him but I work with animals so it grosses me out. )
My Replies are fast when I’m not busy, I will normally tell you my work hours so you know and I will reply when I can.
I will do any Genre; Romance, Smut, Gore, drama, all of that.
That’s pretty much it! If your interested shoot me a message and I’ll reply as soon as I can! Or just comment down on this post and I’ll shoot you one when I get the chance.
Replies can take up to 1-3 days, I can do multiple replies in a day if I’m not too busy.
Thanks for reading!
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paraskao · 11 months
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finishing a show you've been watching for a very long time feels so weird, like wtf am I supposed to do in my free time now?
house md has been in my life for longer than I can remember — and I mean literally, my mom watched it 24/7 when I was a baby and couldn't sleep at night. she never finished though, probably cause it wasn't even fully out yet.
When I was like 12 I wanted to watch something after my Sherlock phase started decreasing, and she suggested I'll watch House. her other suggestions were "friends" and "sex & the city", and idk what would've been worse to my 12 y.o. brain, but I chose the show about sick people getting bullied by drug addict amoral doctor and don't regret it.
I watched till the middle of season 3 and even got to roleplay House/Original female character in amino with some girl from belarus or kazakhstan. Eventually I got tired of it and forgot abt House for a few years, untill I recently decided to rewatch it.
Watching it during german and math lessons became my routine for the next months and it will forever be associated with this period of my life; on sunday 21st 2023 I finished the last episode of season 8.
I know the next step is digging deep into fandom and reading angsty fanfiction, but like?? this ain't gonna last forever?? I need to find something new to obsess with, and this better not be something like Grey's anatomy
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local-ragamuffin · 2 years
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It’s about time for me to make an about me post, I guess. Putting everything under the cut because long post.
DUE TO TUMBLR STAFF BULLSHIT, I am trying to post regularly on Pillowfort as well. You can find me over there under the username “aviva”.
To whoever is reading this, hello, welcome, all that jazz.
My name is Aviva.
I’m over 18 years old, but sometimes I can be pretty childish.
My pronouns are she/her. I’m ace as hell. My gender got lost in the mail.
I have autism, anxiety, ADHD, and sensory processing disorder for all of my senses.
I used to be on Amino before it got ruined by corporate greed. Then I deleted my account. If you recognize me from Amino, that’s cool.
I like to write poems and sometimes stories. I play games and watch anime and tv shows and movies. I come here to share my fandom brainrot with the endless sea of posts that is this site.
I’m conflict avoidant. I don’t like getting into arguments. It’s upsetting.
I’m a bit of an idiot when it comes to the world outside of my fandoms. I’m currently working on becoming more aware of current and past events that I should’ve paid attention to.
My roleplay sideblog is @rags-roleplay-blog
I have several interests, including but not limited to:
Doctor Who
Sherlock (BBC)
Castlevania (Netflix, I’m still looking into the games)
Vampire: the Masquerade
Marvel Cinematic Universe (I’m so behind…)
Death Note
Bee and Puppycat
Legend of Zelda
Splatoon
Genshin Impact
Minecraft
Gravity Falls
Danganronpa
Lucifer
House MD
The Night Manager
Crimson Peak
Star Trek
And a whole lot more.
I’m not always active. I usually have small bursts of activity, then take a long break without realizing it before coming back and repeating the pattern. Same with my interests.
Here are some important tags for finding things I’ve posted:
Fics, stories and poems: #aviva writes
Serious stuff: #serious post
Ocs: #oc
Asks: #aviva answers
Jewish trivia: #the more Jew know
More to be added.
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sherlockfancomics · 2 years
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Coming this Month to Tumblr... 🎃
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Artist Credit: Pinkieshy (Sherlock Roleplay Amino)
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greglemonlestrade · 3 years
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‘The many times Sherlock talked to Greg in confidence’ or more widely known as ‘A minor upset in routine’
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It had been three days since the girlfriend incident and Sherlock had yet to leave Greg’s flat. John hadn’t put any effort into locating the detective in his absence which only seemed to upset him more. Greg was starting to get worried he wouldn’t go back.
Sherlock spent most of his day ruining the kitchen while Greg was at work. Finding various, uninteresting things to keep himself occupied but still three days later, drowning in boredom he refused to leave the flat. As the hours went by he was only getting more insufferable.
“Just go, Sherlock!” Greg huffed in exasperation, actually throwing his hands up in annoyance. “If you hate it here so much just leave, you could go anywhere and John still wouldn’t find you.”
“I don’t care about John.” Sherlock looked up at the ceiling sullenly from the couch, arms crossed childishly.
“If that was true you wouldn’t have come here in the first place.” He sighed and say back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. “Look, why don’t I just talk to him-“
“Absolutely not.” A glare was sent his way but Greg was immune to them by now.
“Im just saying maybe he is looking for you and actually can’t find you. You know he doesn’t think you’d actually stay with me for any length of time. Why don’t I just tell him you’re here and he can come make it up to you or whatever it is you want him to do.”
“If John we’re searching for me he’d have -obviously- texted before anything else. Which hadn’t happened.” He held up his phone and turned on the screen as proof there were no messages. “So clearly he doesn’t care and neither do I. I’ll just live here..”
“I said a day Sherlock not the rest of your life.” Greg shook his head firmly. “Just go back and talk it out, I doubt he even thinks you’re upset with him.”
“I’m not upset. I just find it very inconvenient that he wishes to take up the entire of the flat for himself and his ‘girlfriends’ so I’m giving him what he wants.” He turned away from him to make his point clear and Greg didn’t hear another word out of him the rest of the night.
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Two days later John came to the door with a more annoyed demeanor than Sherlock had had the last week. Greg excused himself to the bedroom and tried his hardest not to listen in but it was inevitable.
There was a great deal of yelling at first that Greg couldn’t make out and then a long silence, not much longer later two pairs of footsteps made their way out of the building. He waited a moment or two before venturing out.
They were both gone as he heard as well as the few things Sherlock had brought with him. He shook his head somewhat to himself, not entirely sure what to make of it but glad he was finally able to clean his kitchen and know it would stay that way.
In the end of things he was glad that they ended up patching things up and hopefully he wouldn’t get Sherlock on his couch for anymore length of time. He really did rather when they were together and John balanced him out a bit better.
Later on the night he got a text from John that made him chuckle and put the event behind him knowing it was all okay just with that.
‘Thanks for making sure he wasn’t doing anything stupid. I owe you a few pints’
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firexfate · 5 years
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AN IMORTANT NOTICE!
Hiya everyone!
I don’t know if any of you know me but my name is Alisa, and I’ve been apart of the Sherlock BBC fandom for a while. I’m here to offer a great opportunity for all of you who are Sherlock enthusiasts, as well!
http://aminoapps.com/invite/O2A9ROPZQU
If any of you are interested in roleplaying in this fandom, then the Sherlock Roleplay Amino is just the place for you! I am one of the ambassadors there - just look up the username: ¢нαяℓσттє ιяνιиg, in case you have any questions or concerns. The link is above, and I hope to see you all there! It is a fun and amazing place, and I encourage all of you to try it!
That’s all for now, have a lovely morning/day/evening!!
~xx Alisa
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emeraldurafreak · 2 years
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‘It’s the arrow in your heart’ Arrow by Half•Alive
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emeraldurafreak · 2 years
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Last week of WesternLock on the Sherlock Roleplay Amino!
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emeraldurafreak · 2 years
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‘Take my voice, I’m giving it though
I don’t feel safe at all.’ The Fall by half•alive.
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emeraldurafreak · 2 years
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Two more weeks left of StrangeLock on the Sherlock Roleplay Amino, submit your posts now for a chance at the prize!
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emeraldurafreak · 2 years
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Only two more weeks left of the Imitation Game theme on the Sherlock Roleplay Amino, come submit your entries now for a title!
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emeraldurafreak · 2 years
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I dedicate this to my Watson @the-persian-slipper Thanks for putting up with all the bs emotions I filter through our rp xoxo
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emeraldurafreak · 3 years
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Little Favour screenshots because it’s always been Sherlock after Reinchenbach to me-
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emeraldurafreak · 2 years
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Implied Johnlock fic/ 1200.
Druglock, hospitalization, series 4 fix, inconclusive ending.
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Sherlock stopped and glanced up to him, his eyes glistened in the sunlight briefly. The gold flecks highlighted for a moment before slowly dimming again before he turned away.
“Is it surprising?” He asked his voice somewhat hoarse with misuse and his hand dragging across the mantle pierced the silence, dust particles flowing around him.
There was no reply as the dust curled around his frame in an ethereal light accented his hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. He was still Sherlock as he always would be but he was changed, lost and unstable without his rock. His steady figure to guide him back home.
There was no one to hide the cigarettes or clean out the needles from his bedroom, no one to care what he put in his body or neglected to put in. It had been some time since he had a proper meal, Mrs Hudson tried as hard as she could but he was changed, frightening in a way.
Unstable was the only word that really fit.
Sherlock looked over his shoulder briefly and turned back away, he brushed his fingers along the spines of books on the shelves. Disrupting more dust and covering himself in it like a disguise, he looked to be in a disguise. Unshaven and ill kept.
“It shouldn’t be. Look at me.” He made a show of gesturing to himself, the clothes hanging off his thin shoulders. Shaky hands and unsteady heavy steps. “As if you don’t know..”
He drifted towards the kitchen now, most of which was filled with various science equipment to make harsher chemicals to put inside him. His hands continued to wander along different surfaces he passed, disturbing various items.
He muttered to himself in a constant stream, a sort of nervous tic pulled out of him from the substance in his veins. Or lack thereof, perhaps. It was hard to say, he could only assume the former.
“I came back to you..” he was saying in a tone that was difficult to describe, a sort of detached disbelief or resentment or mistrust. Something foreign, he’d never expressed the words out loud, never let them leave his tightly kept mind.
It was loose now, open and pouring out. The matter in his brain pooling at his feet in an ugly display of outright humanity, with no denying the truth. His filters, his failsafes, they were gone, disabled or broken it was hard to tell. He was frightened by it.
His knees shook and he leaned against the counter, his hand inches away from a kitchen knife. He did not know but he did not care if it punctured his skin. He took a breath, a slight wheeze of his lungs and his eyes fluttered as his head fell, chin to chest briefly.
“..for this?” He seemed to tremble all over for a moment before sliding down the cabinets as if he had lost the strength to stand. He sat heavily on the floor and his feet outstretched in front him.
His head lifted and looked up to the fluorescent light above the counter, attracting a fly to buzz around it. His eyes watered, it may have been the harsh light on sensitive eyes or emotions he was hiding as such.
“To be left here… to wither away and watch you live perfectly fine without me. I came back for this..” he rubbed his hands over his face, his fingers scraping his stubble on his chin loudly. He winced slightly at the noise of it and settled his hands in his lap, his eyes fell there too and became unfocused as the water welled up further in them.
“Why must you torture me with this silence, what more could I do?” He asked in a low whisper and his eyes closed and his head dropped against the cabinet. He seemed to fall unconscious and the vision of John's ghost disappeared with his consciousness.
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When he opened his eyes again it was to a dark hospital room, the smell of bleach in the air and scratchy bedding at his skin. He looked around blearily, unfocused eyes refusing to cooperate in the new environment.
The blur of John's ghost was in the distance by the window and he groaned slightly as he shifted and stretched. The iv pulled at his arm and he settled a moment later moonlight covering his form.
He couldn’t hear anything for some reason and the little light in the room was snuffed out within moments. He fell asleep just later, a warm sensation around his ears was the last thing he noted feeling.
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John held his hands over Sherlocks ears a moment longer before leaning back and observing him as he rested. It has been the third time he’d woken up so sensitive to any noise or light the first time he was practically yelling about it.
The stream of mumbling that accompanied his wakefulness was the only reason he knew what to do. Able to make out something about the harsh lighting and to silence his talking if he tried. Sherlock was quiet when he slept however, the most silent he’d ever seen him.
He stayed close by his side nonetheless, partly out of guilt. It has been months since he’d seen Sherlock, he was trying to get his own shit together after Mary left before reaching out. Though really he had thought Sherlock didn’t want to see him, he didn’t expect the first time he’d see him in so long would be in a hospital.
He was grateful Greg had been kind enough to check in on Sherlock every once in a while, that he had found him in the flat before things got too bad. He didn’t want to imagine how he looked before, he already looked terrible and that was after they cleaned him up somewhat.
He felt guilty, this isn’t what he wanted for Sherlock. He thought by staying away he was doing him good, giving him space to get over all this mess. He honestly thought he’d gloat when he saw him again that he was right about Mary and her deceit about the baby. He wished Sherlock would snap out of this and tell him he was right John should’ve listened to him.
It was a lot to think about while he wanted for Sherlock to wake up, hoping he’d still be himself. That he wouldn’t be too broken by this and be unable to recover, he hoped for that, prayed for it.
Sherlock shifted and started mumbling again, the words were hard to understand but he tried anyway. He could make out his name a few times but otherwise all other meaning was impossible to understand.
It wasn’t until an hour or so later sherlock woke for real, calm and quiet with a river of mumbling behind it. He looked up at John and sighed somewhat and closed his eyes again.
“Disappointed?” He asked lightheartedly yet he was somewhat upset by his reaction to him.
At that he got more of a start, his eyes opened and looked to John quickly scrutinizing his expression. “John..?” He asked after a moment in a rough voice, seeming a bit confused.
John nodded and took his hand automatically without thinking of the implications. “I’m here.”
Sherlock looked at their hands and back to John’s face before seeming to slowly relax and for a moment John thought he saw relief in his eyes before they closed again. “Good..”
@catlock-holmes
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