#eloquated

Sooo, I finished the show like two days ago and loved it. Anyways, I  was scrolling through the tag yesterday when I saw one of the gifs of Diego and Klaus, when Klaus says “His name was Dave.” Cut there, freeze frame, and the au is planted with that is perfectly coinciding with Roger’s “Her name was April.”. So for your pleasure I present a Rent AU I will never write, but give if anyone else wants to....

It's my first blogiversary! Okay, I’m a little late, I actually made this blog on April 1st, but this post isn’t something for Fool’s Day. I made this blog on April Fool’s Day as a literal joke thinking that I’d abandon it in two weeks, if not sooner, but it’s kept up (somehow) for a year now. Even though sometimes I have other things going on in life, I always try to come back to this blog because I’ve grown so much in my writing & adore writing with all of you! I hope this blog survives a few more years, but thanks to everyone who has ever written with me (now and through the very poor writing I started with), plotted with me, &/or talked to me (period, sometimes I’m a lonely soul). x

CLIENTS (in alphabetical order) -- these are people, old and new, who I love to talk to, plot with, & see on my dash! Some of these people I know incredibly well & others I’ve only talked to a few times, but no matter the case, I greatly admire to them & they have positively impacted my time in the rp community. Honestly, this is just a few of them too, because it’s way too hard to tag every single mun I’ve written with, so I may have missed a few.

@akasupergirl / @wearenotthesameasyesterday | @amanandgoodatit |  @consultingsister | @feminaadler | @governmentofficial | @harknesstm | @jemmaagentofshield | @londontigress | @manynarrators | @mollythepathologist | @narrativecrime | @notyouraveragesecretary | @obituarics | @ofmagicandpcwer | @patiencetaught | @plantagenetking | @poxsonmenace | @rwtsn | @spidcrwomen | @venosum | @vxctorx | @watsonofagun | @wonwars | @wtsns​

ADDRESS BOOK -- some of you may recall that Sherlock has a rather bare address book, but he does keep some of his good friends in there. These are people who deserve awards for dealing with me so much. I absolutely adore them & because I put them in the ‘address book”, yes, these are the people who I would fake my death for.

@thewxman​

Sophie, let me reiterate our IMs, I bloody  L O V E  you. I love your portrayal of Irene & I especially love the chemistry between our muses. Honestly, Sherl’s never been so in love until he met your Irene. Thank you SO much for screaming with me in our IMs, doting on our children, making me a better writer (rise up!), & reviving my dead muse so many times over. Also those texting threads in our IMs actually make my day-- they’re just so pure??? AND ALL THE BLOODY LETTERS. That was one of my favourite threads ever. Dropping those subtle (or not so subtle) Hamilton references on the adlock yacht. This is getting long, so I’ll just end it with this-- Sophie, I like you a lot <3

@eloquated

Britt, it’s been way too long & I’m well aware that you’ve stopped rping (or at least put it on pause), but we plotted for FOREVER together so I can’t just leave you out of this. I adore you so very much & I’ll honest that I was iffy about my Sherlock ever falling for a Molly until he met yours. Also, Britt, I was so in awe of your character development (esp Mycie’s)! Thank you for plotting every detail in our long novella threads (the future sherlolly children’s middle names, even) & inspiring me so much (with your lovely edits), I miss you! ( @sherlockrarepairs​ )

@braveheart-watson / @ironifiicd / @thelegendofemrys

SHURLEY-- wow, what would this post be without my sin bin friend? I miss writing with you so much, but I know that you have a million blogs, so I’ll wait patiently for the John muse to resurrect. I love talking to you about our sons (& how badass Mary Watson was, especially), I love that we once had a conversation in all Chuck Shurley gifs, & I love your undying Canadian patriotism. Thank you for writing IMMENSE amounts of angst with me & dragging me (kicking & screaming) into the sin bin with you.

@crownjeweledspider

Lol, is that even rare?  On my dash, that actually comes up pretty often!  And yeah, who wouldn’t?  What’s not fabulous about Molly caught in between her two sociopathic crushes, and benefiting from their obsession with each other?

It wasn’t a hard decision to do as the stranger asked, not with the consequences that would follow if he didn’t go along. So Raphael found Lily and informed her that he had some business to take care off and that she needed to take care of the clan tonight. He avoided her questions, not giving her any other information lest he endanger his sister even more.

Soon enough Raphael arrived at the meeting place, a damp and dreary warehouse, long abandoned by Mundanes and far away from the Dumort and any backup he would’ve had available. He was certain that his arrival had already been noticed, but he remained quiet anyway, studying the building and making note of possible entrances or exits while waiting for the other to show himself.

           Raphael had simply needed to get out of the Du Morte. In the hotel, he was surrounded by clansmen and women, their enhanced senses picking up every sound and tear through several floors and sets of walls. And though most of them were well-meaning, Raphael could not take one more rote saying of, “I’m sorry for your loss.” His head, and temper, were likely to explode, and that was not fair to his clan. So he had left, wandering aimlessly over the grounds and trying to regain some emotional equilibrium. There was too much going on in his existence, too many difficult, painful things, and Raphael had never been good at processing complex emotion. 

           He was distracted enough by those thoughts that he did not hear anyone approaching him, and whirled defensively, lips drawing back from pointed teeth as he startled at the voice. Defensive fury melted away quickly to disbelief, though, and that expression dropped, turning to one of shock. “You--” 

           There could not possibly be a familiar, green warlock standing in front of him. It was impossible. Magnus had seen him die, and if there was one thing Raphael could trust, it was the word of Magnus Bane. So there were two possible explanations: either this was a hallucination, brought on by emotional stress and lack of sleep, or this was some imposter, trying to play Raphael for a fool. 

           “Ragnor Fell is dead.” Raphael’s tone was clipped, the words plastered on top of barely contained fury. “And this is not, in any way, amusing.” He closed his eyes for a moment, then let them open again, attempting to decide for certain if it was one option or the other. When the man did not disappear, Raphael settled on the latter. “You should leave. Now.” But the teasing, brusque voice sounded exactly like Ragnor’s, and Dios knew, it was something he would say. 

[text: ragnor] Hypothetically, if I pissed off the Clave and then barricaded myself into my loft, how long do you think it would take for them to get past the wards?

send me ‘AU!’ and i will ramble about an AU i want to use more, develop and have thread in, or one i just don’t get to enthuse about enough on my blog. 

Tom Takes His Successor. I don’t know if this is more angled towards Harry, but oh well I like the idea. I’ve seen too much dark!Harry fanfic. The idea is basically that Voldemort put some stock into the prophecy, but if this baby would be strong enough to kill him, he’d obviously be a good fighter for his cause. Not to mention, every single story of someone killing/getting rid of the kid that is supposed to kill them? Ends badly. I think Tom was a fan of mythology. Cronos and Zeus? Fucking Oedipus? Like nah. No thanks. Tom takes Harry, meaning the spell doesn’t rebound, meaning he doesn’t die. Riddle wins the war and raises Potter as a son, to be his successor. 

Alphard Black Doesn’t Die. This is just a concept I played around with. Instead of being murdered by his brother that’s my main verse btw, Alphard just leaves with binding instruction to leave his gold to Sirius. The one that really seemed to have set his mind, to want something more. Alphard knows that if he stays around, he’ll more than likely be killed after what his brother has discovered of him. He slips onto a ship in the form of a cat and heads to America. He discreetly joins the society there, eventually sending for his lover in Britain.