Imagines for Lestrade taking Mycroft's virginity please
Let me level with you guys there are a ton of blogs dedicated to imagines, headcannons, and stories concerning Mystrade talking about everything and anything under the sun concerning the ship.
If we take a little trip on AO3 we can find that
Mycroft/Male! OC has
but Mycroft/ Female! OC has
which gives us
and even adding any crack ships with Irene, Mary, Sally, Molly or Smallwood doesn’t even come close to 250.
There is an obvious disparity of Mycroft/female anything (even fem! versions of the popular ships or the ones where they magically get female genitals for a day type deal) and it saddens me because while if you’re a guy you can read any M/M and place yourself there but for us women? Not so much.
So with that in mind I made this blog to try and close that gap and provide that content that I found lacking (instead of whining about it on the internet like some tend to do) so I could finally have it.
It’s kind of why if you don’t specify and put S/OI’ll immediately assume female.
That being said I don’t mind writing Mycroft/Male!OC as variety is the spice of life but you’ll have to forgive me for anything wrote ‘wrong’ because I am in fact a woman and some of those physical parts I have no personal knowledge on other than my own encounters from my own (female) perspective.
There are certain things I’m never going to know without asking some rather personal questions to some poor guy that’ I find both discrete and trustworthy so until I find that I can’t really be relied on for something that I don’t take reference from someone else that does know.
Once again I support all ships and enjoy Mystrade but I mainly want this blog to be centered on Mycroft/OC, head-canons, reactions, prompts speculation and other Mycroft related relationships (friendship/family/etc.) rather than talk about what has probably already been hashed out a million other times by hundreds of other bloggers.
I just want the focus on Mycroft x Readers.
That being said I imagine that the encounter was rather rushed like a spur of the moment thing rather than slow and calculated.
I would speculate that it was something that manifested after a really dangerous case and both men were hyped up on nerves before they started fucking.
I’m pretty sure it started outside the car before it ended n the back seat of Mycroft’s car.
A lot of groping and swearing (on Greg’s part) and panting and pleading (from Mycroft) until Mycroft came first and Greg second.
They were all rather embarrassed by it but Greg recovered faster than Mycroft.
Mycroft was stunned after the ordeal and the second that he lets it slip it was his first time Greg is making promises to do better the next go around.
Some semblance of decorum restored Mycroft asks what makes him think he gest a another shot and Greg charms him into a promise of a proper first date and Mycroft agrees.
Both men were very sore the next day and Mycroft was awkward while Greg was warm(er) toward him sending Sherlock into hysterics.
If Noora and Yousef actually have a thing but Yousef ends up with Sana in the end, it will be bad writing. If Noora and Yousef don't have a thing and this is all done to create confusion/drama, it will be bad writing. Tbh I think the Noora/Yousef thing should have been done after the kiss. That was already the worst moment but since they have kept in contact after the kiss, I don't really want Yousef to end up with Sana! What do you think?
Yeah, I think most outcomes will be bad. Also: if Yousef and Noora end up together, it sends a terrible message to Muslim fans. They for sure need a lot of explaining before this can work. As of now, I think I’ll be disappointed either way — but it might as well be that there’s an explanation that does satisfy me. I just can’t think of one now.
Howdy, ive always wondered if it was possible that someone in the ccg could have felt that there was something fishy about arimas death and haises betrayal of the ccg because (1) I presume that they've seen his body, and I feel like it would seem kind of strange that he died from getting his throat slit since thats kind of a weird way for a ghoul to kill someone, and (2) hirako and 0 squad just started teaming up with kaneki even though they hardly knew each other before.
(same person who asked about the ccg being suspicious about arimas death and that stuff) also hirako figured out immediately that kaneki didnt kill arima just by looking at arimas wound, and im not sure he was expecting arima to kill himself, as arima seemed like he was planning on kaneki killing him. if hirako indeed was expecting kaneki to have killed arima but saw that this wasnt the case just by looking at the injury, then maybe someone from the ccg could reach the same conclusion? idk lol
I’ve wondered the same thing, but I guess Furuta and his crew intervened before anyone could raise question. Haisaki was immediately killed after witnessing Arima kill himself, and anything that was recorded was probably destroyed. Furuta/Kaiko could also have sent special agents to collect Arima’s body and bypass anything odd that a normal coroner would have picked up (ie: the single cut from his own quinque on his neck).
Furuta, the Clowns, and V all seemed ready to get their hands dirty as soon as possible. They even jumped in to handle the press when they weren’t supposed to, which would make it easy for them to totally paper up the cracks and keep people from asking questions.
Cremation is the norm in Japan, so there’s not much wait between the morgue and the ground, especially with Furuta fast-tracking the process. There wouldn’t be a viewing, so the average investigator wouldn’t have the chance to see any wounds, either.
*I’m partially convinced that the story is totally twisted up, and Arima may not have even had a proper funeral. I wouldn’t be suprised if Kanou has his body tbh
There’s no reason for Furuta/V to admit that Arima cut his own throat anyway.
They need an enemy to control the masses, so putting all the blame on Sasaki actually works in their favor and keeps the average investigator from asking questions.
Real or not, I think that such a setting could allow for really interesting enemies, environments and unarmed combat sounds pretty cool (even if… I mean… ç_ç the trick weapons… sigh… give them back to me…) because I can imagine many wonderful ways in which they could integrate it with magic. I am thinking of something similar to the various styles of DMC3 and how picking one really altered the way Dante moved and fighted, allowing him to jump higher, run on walls, create illusory copies of himself, becoming a tank or a master of evasion etc.
I would say that this game (if real, I repeat) would better fit the spot of the ‘strange game’ Miyazaki mentioned a while ago more than the one in line with fans expectations. Because I don’t know about you guys, but unarmed combat doesn’t sound like something we were expecting.
I am very skeptic about this rumor btw. But still curious to hear what you guys think!
PS: if it turns out to be true, well…
Unfollow me now because El Dorado memes are gonna be the only thing I post on this blog for the next two years or so.
Wouldn't Joham (as a scientist who wants to create a new species) have encouraged his daughters to have relationships with both humans and vampires to see if they could have kids and what those kids would be? Maybe SM didn't want to mention it because she wanted the mistery of Jacob/Nessie being able to have kids, but personaly it seems strange that he wasn't curious.
You would think so!
But SM sometimes has this tunnel vision thing and doesn’t really think about the wider story outside the Bella orbit. Because just like you’d think Joham would have been encouraging his daughters to try and get pregnant just to see what happens, you’d also think Carlisle (a doctor with a wife and daughter who long to be mothers) and Aro (insatiably curious and the keeper of vampire histories) would have thought about vampire reproduction and chased down legends, too. Even if they believed in the end they were false, you’d think they’d have at least studied it and been aware of the mythology that was out there. You’d think overprotective Edward would have researched every legend involving vampire/human sex to make sure he wouldn’t hurt Bella. And yet they’re all just totally, completely shocked by Renesmee’s existence, despite that fact that the Cullens’ cleaning lady on Isle Esme knows about it. Like, what?
So I would not be at all surprised if it just never occurred to SM to wonder if Serena, Maysun, and Jennifer have or could have had children, or if Nahuel has fathered any, because all these characters, and Joham too, seem to exist just provide the evidence that Nessie isn’t a danger and will grow up and be fine. They aren’t really fully-fleshed out characters with histories and journeys of their own. Yet. Who knows what SM might have planned for the later books.
an angel stepped out of line
and raised his head to heaven
decidedly, under the smoke
underneath set backs
and heaven looked down
straight through hell
sending us cords of light
bound in seamstitcher’s
threads, wool shawl wraps
and coordinates that
the heart may read through
and a 42 Cal. which the Angel
kept for himself to dismantle demons
and payback dues, like any
somewhat genius would do
to heal the world from
underneath the vestibule
of that strange kind,
I went to Phoenix Comicon this weekend and got to meet Chris Bachalo. I’m not a fan of the new series of Dr Strange by him and Aaron because it never felt like either of them liked or understood Dr Strange and his world. This was confirmed when I got to meet Bachalo, who, after I told him my favorite character is Dr Strange, began to talk about how it took Aaron to even convince him to do the book because he didn’t want to do it. He did not like the character of Strange and the only way he would do it is if he ripped away all his powers, noting he loved the Cloak of Levitation design but had to rip apart. He was nice enough but ripped apart my favorite character and the entire universe of Strange has been damaged by it. In conclusion, go read Dr Strange and the Sorcerer Supremes to see people actually passionate about our favorite character.
Astro reaction to their foreign crush trying to speak Korean.
Hello there sunshines! I come here again with another reaction, requested by some *ekhem* mysterious anon.
Yes….so mysterious….hmm…… -Editor Choi
This baby would die laughing (r.i.p.). He would be both super happy, hearing your voice saying Korean words, and amused by your strange pronunciation. Sanha would feel bad for laughing, but he couldn’t help it. Besides, he’s a child, he can’t with feelings. Save him.
Binnie would be pleasantly surprised, his eyes widening with joy. He has wanted to teach you Korean for quite some time, but he was too shy to propose that. Now that you started yourself, he thought about it as his way to your heart. Calm and cute teacher is irresistible right? Lol.
Dongmin would find it very charming and cute; you being a foreigner and trying to speak his native language. He would fall for you even more and would praise you for your efforts. As he likes to learn new languages too, he would love to teach you Korean and get close to you, thanks to that.
Jinjin would feel honored to be one of the reasons for you to learn Korean, even if he was the smallest one. He would complement you a lot and help you correct your mistakes, patiently, making sure you always enjoy learning.
Minhyuk would be very surprised to hear his crush try to pronounce some basic Korean expressions. His heart would do a back flip with excitement. He wouldn’t stop smiling as he would see that as an opportunity to get closer to you, maybe by cutely making fun of your mistakes.
MyungDuck would love it. He would think that you are trying to speak Korean to impress him, so he would shower you with complements and aegyo. From then on he would try to speak Korean to you, slowly and carefully, to help you learn it.
I was so surprised when I read it was gonna be 8 chapters but they pulled it off so well?? Like usually I hate open ended stuff but I left Hogwarts crammer feeling so content. I could talk about this fic forever now thanks Serra
i could easily and readily read another 100k of them, but i’m also content with leaving things at that point and keep on imagining how things would go? it’s a strange yet warm feeling really. no thanks needed for me though, please redirect them to Waspabi!
Okay, so here I am, an innocent lurker, having just found this blog, when I see: "what if the skywalkers were cthulu-type monsters." excuse me??? please elaborate you just wrote that and nothing else im dying ex p la i n y o ur s el f
The Force is everything that ever was and ever will be, every storm and every silence, the hunting krayk dragon and cowering bantha calf: it is huge, all-consuming, completely inhuman. How, then, could its children be anything short of monstrous? (Wonders, yes. But monsters all the same.)
Anakin Skywalker is boy-shaped, but Obi Wan cannot bear to look at him.
A clarification: he can look at him with his human eyes; but he must clamp down the extra eyes his Force-sensitivity gives him, because when he doesn’t – well. The first time he met the boy he hadn’t closed those eyes; he’d open them, wide and curious and seen –
teeth and claws and roiling shadows, a slipslide of features and starfire, the white blur of warpspeed and it hurts –
Anakin Skywalker is the son of the Force, half human and half something extraordinary. There’s a reason the Jedi don’t like him, why Yoda mistrusts him; they all have to close their extra eyes around him; and even when they’re white-knuckled with effort, clamping down so the Force can’t so much as whisper to them (and that hurts Jedi, of course it does, it runs counter to all their training about opening up and trusting in the Force) and even then they still feel the velvet quiver of unseen limbs over their skin.
And more. And worse. When he is angry – which is often – his shadow warps into something awful, and even the least Force-sensitive being quails at the profound wrongness of the sight. His features warp and melt, teeth spiralling out from his pupils, his mouth cracks open wide, his tongue growing scales and feathers and catching fire and he smiles, oh how he smiles and –
nothing like him should exist and
and you blink, lose the moment, he’s just a young man glowering at you, and his shadow is the same, but the memory of that horror is seared into the back of your brain.
It is no surprise that Padme dies in childbed.
The first child’s cry makes Obi Wan’s bones rattle. It – you could not call it anything but an it – is a twisting, squirming mess of light and dark. There’s a wing, a thorned branch: you cannot focus on it. You cannot pin a shape to it. Obi Wan wants to run away, run and never look back. But the Med Droid is offering it to him; and it is a child, of a sort; and Obi Wan takes it, and it coalesces into a soft pink baby girl. He places it – her – against Padme’s white breast. Padme cradles it. “She’s beautiful.”
The second is just the same: pushed out like any human baby, but a roling mess of lightening and thick syrupy cloud, one moment tentacled and the next furred, pure power condensed. Obi Wan takes it in his arms and it solidifies into another fat baby, small and squalling.
He’s not like the other babies, Luke Skywalker. He’s a funny one. When he smiles, you have the sudden absurd impulse that he’s got too many teeth for his face. His hair is corn-gold, but when you see it out of the corner of your eye you swear that it isn’t hair at all, but fire and teeth. Looking at him too long is like staring into the sun.
The other children are scared of him, Behu says to Owen, once. And Owen says: children always know. And Behu says: he isn’t a bad kid. Owen says: he’s a wonder. And that’s the problem.
Jabba’s goons go to the Lars farm to collect water once. Only once. They return to Jabba’s palace gibbering nonsense, with their eyes burned out. Both mumble something about there’s something wrong with the boy and then jump into the ragnar pit.
Don’t do that again, says Owen, but he hugs his nephew all the same, pulls him close, kisses his temple. He feels something hot-cold run over his spine, like something far larger than the child is trying to embrace him back. That night, Behu runs her fingers over the new white scartissue on her husband’s back, and says, he’s a good kid. Owen says, I know.
If I was there I could have saved them, Luke says to Ben Kenobi, years later, and in that moment he has a thousand thousand eyes and all of them are burning, and he has no limbs but a dozen wings bearing him aloft, and each feather is molten gold and each feather drips blood. Ben thinks of Anakin, screws his Force-sensitivity closed. Luke is a monster. A wonder. But first and foremost he is a boy, and he is grieving.
Ben Kenobi holds him while he weeps.
When Leia comes, she turns into a celestial horror with more teeth than Han cares to count. “Huh,” he says, after their first time. She’s so little in his arms, but so vast. He feels something gentle his back. He says, “Next time, I’ll wear a blindfold, princess. Don’t want to blind me, do you? Then I won’t be able to see when you’re doing stupid shit.” She titters, presses her face into the curve of his neck.