Moved to wewhispertogether

Sgt. Sherlock Marianna Donahue at your service. Former soldier, mechanic, pyrokinetic, cat lover. Surviving one day at a time. [Fandomless OC, multiship, any fandom okay]. I follow back from straight-outta-kirkwall. Mun and Muse are 21+. Face claim Michelle Rodriguez (icons from thehollowedartists). Blog by Ari. Theme by octomoose.

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Semi Hiatus

Hello again!

This is an announcement to show that I am active again, though I’m not going to be doing many threads. I’m still in the end of my semester, and I am dying a bit on the inside from all the work I have to do. But one thing I have managed to do - perhaps as procrastination, shhhhhh - is to move all my muses to one blog. I think this is going to help me much more with organization and providing quicker responses to everyone. All my replies will be queued, probably at about one or two a day.

The blog is at @wewhispertogether​. I will be archiving this blogs, and I’ve archived all of my threads from before the hiatus, so if anyone wants to restart a thread or start a new one, please message me. I’ve included a list of everyone that had a thread ongoing with me beforehand, and I look forward to writing with everyone again!

@readytocomplysir

@roshytsunami

@fluffybanner

@viiolentxends

@unaugmentedmonkeyscantfly

@egyptiandeathgod

@belladonna-of-thraneal

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Update

Hello everyone! I'm alive! I'm not entirely jumping back into threads quite yet - I'm in the last few weeks of my semester and I'm kind of dying from the workload. What I am doing, though, is that I am going to compile all of my muses into one blog. I think it'll help me keep my mind straight when it comes to muses and replies, and it'll help me work out which of the muses I've made I'll actually keep. I've got quite a lot of them and I'm unfortunately at the point where I must kill my darlings. Please stand by as I make these edits. I'll make another post when I'm finished as an update and a direction to the new URL.

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Hiatus Post

Hey everyone.

As you’ve probably noticed, I haven’t been very active on here. That’s partly because of school, which has picked up tremendously, and also because I’ve been working a lot on my other blog. What this means, for the most part, is that my muse is fading and I’m having to force myself to write, what little I still do on here.

I know that’s not fair to any of my RP partners, so I’m going to officially take a break from this blog. I’ll save what threads we’ve got, and whenever my muse comes back and I have more time to devote to this blog and my muses, I’m more than willing to pick up where we left off.

Thank you for your understanding, feel free to keep messaging me if you want to talk, and I’ll see you around. 

@roshytsunami

@readytocomplysir

@fluffybanner

@unaugmentedmonkeyscantfly

@egyptiandeathgod

@belladonna-of-thraneal

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Doctor, Doctor, Give Me the News

@fluffybanner

Being a mechanic was, at times, a very dangerous job. There were dangerous chemicals, heavy objects that could fall and crush you, intense heat, and countless more industrial hazards. Sherlock followed safety protocols to the best of her ability, and she was proud to say that she got injured far less than anyone else in the job. However, that still meant that she got injured, and often not at work. Pyrokinesis kind of led to that. At least there was a clinic on the way between her workplace and her home that she was a regular at.

Today was one of those days. Sherlock cradled her hand in her arm, wincing at the throbbing in it, and her boss walked beside her, giving her worried looks. One of the moving cabinets full of tools had fallen over and in an attempt to catch it, Sherlock had crushed her hand underneath. It was very definitely broken, possibly along with her wrist. Sherlock was not pleased at that and was gritting her teeth, her face steadily going pale.

The nurse immediately asked if she had a preference for a doctor, and Sherlock knew that her regular doctor would be the best choice for this. Plus he might just yell at Eddie for not repairing the wheels on the cabinet.

"Dr. Banner, please."

[readytocomplysir-deactivated202]

Sherlock || C L O S E D

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock definitely didn’t understand what was going on in that man’s head, and given how the conversation was turning, she definitely didn’t want to. But here they were, next to each other, and at least she could say that she had tried. 

“I probably should too. God knows I need to sleep off the broken bones,” Sherlock chuckled slightly and groaned at how the laughter pressed against her broken ribs. No, that definitely didn’t help. “Any suggestions on sleeping with those? And on best helping broken knuckles?” She imagined he’d gotten hurt enough to know some of that.

[viiolentxends]

thepyrrhicpyro:

Sherlock put down her hammer and gloves, walking over to lean against a pole by Dolores. “I ain’t gonna tell you not to do that. Seeing the world is amazing. It don’t need to be God or wanderlust. I mean, Sweetwater’s home, but you ain’t a horse tied to a post, chiquita. I’m hoping to find someone to train as an apprentice so I can go do the same and not leave the town without a blacksmith.” She beamed a little. “If I get that far, you should come with me. See a bit of the world. Get some wild in you.”

“You mean it?” Dolores grinned in return, crossing her arms casually over her chest and leaning against a post.

(She really liked coming to visit Sherlock–she was always friendly and nice to talk to–but tended to keep her distance when the woman was working. Wouldn’t want her skirts to catch fire from a rogue spark or ember, of course.)

“I dunno if I need any wild in me, Miss Sherlock,” she chuckled shyly at the thought. “But goin’ on an adventure does sound awful fun.”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock chuckled. “Everyone needs just a little bit of wild in them, Dolores. Keeps us healthy, keeps us going, keeps a fire in our hearts. But I mean it. Whenever I can get a helpin’ hand, I’ll gladly take you out on an adventure with me. Anywhere and everywhere.”

She rather liked it when Dolores stopped by to visit. The woman was so friendly and bright, and God, if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman in town. Sherlock had burned herself from listening to Dolores laugh before.

“I got a few orders to get through, but then I should be good for the day, ‘less any emergency comes up. Fancy a ride out, Miss Dolores? The skies gonna be clear tonight, and that means plenty of stars.”

[givemeameme-blog]

Idiom Sentence Starters

“A penny for your thoughts?” “Actions speak louder than words.” “That’s the best thing since sliced bread.” “Time to burn the midnight oil.” “You can’t judge a book by its cover.” “Cross that bridge when you come to it.” “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.” “Every cloud has a silver lining.” “I feel a bit under the weather.” “Time to hit the sack.” “You hit the nail on the head.” “I’m going to kill two birds with one stone.” “We should let sleeping dogs lie.” “There is a method to my madness.” “That only happens once in a blue moon.” “You can’t keep sitting on the fence.” “You stole my thunder.” “It’s a taste of your own medicine.” “Take everything he says with a grain of salt.” “I wouldn’t be caught dead in that.” “Your guess is as good as mine.”

[givemeameme-blog]

Characterization Questions - The Basics

Your muse should answer them. Reply with body language and non-verbal communication as well, and when they hesitate or are reluctant, dig deeper, and make them answer in more detail.

1. How old are you mentally? 2. What one thing do you care about more than anything in the world? 3. Was your childhood happy? Why/why not? 4. What is the best thing that has ever happened to you? 5. What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you? 6. Define yourself in three words. 7. What are the most important relationships (past or current) you have? 8. What is your biggest fear? You must answer with only one sentence. 9. Do you believe people are inherently good or inherently evil? Why? 10. What is your idea of fun? What is not fun? 11. What are three things you’re very good at, and three things you’re very bad at? 12. How do you want to be remembered after you are gone? 13. What must someone do to earn/keep your trust? 14. What kind of role model do you think you would be for others? 15. What words do you say all the time? Why?

[viiolentxends]

{ @thepyrrhicpyro from here }

“I dunno, Dolores. My Mama would have said that that was God talking to you, telling you that your life had greater purpose. I don’t know if I feel that way. You feel like that?”

“‘m not sure, really.” Dolores shrugged, looking distant. “Sometimes I just feel like the world is callin’ to me. Tellin’ me I’ve got to go explore it. Like there’s somethin’ out there that will change my whole life. Can’t really tell if that’s God, or just wanderlust.”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock put down her hammer and gloves, walking over to lean against a pole by Dolores. “I ain’t gonna tell you not to do that. Seeing the world is amazing. It don’t need to be God or wanderlust. I mean, Sweetwater’s home, but you ain’t a horse tied to a post, chiquita. I’m hoping to find someone to train as an apprentice so I can go do the same and not leave the town without a blacksmith.” She beamed a little. “If I get that far, you should come with me. See a bit of the world. Get some wild in you.”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Living with the Jackal

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock stayed crouched near Anubis, listening to him speak, and gently reached forward to pet his hair, trying to soothe him.

“Hey, that’s alright. We can start off with raw foods first, maybe save stuffed peppers for when you’re a bit better with vegetables and cooked food. I might be able to manage beef tartar or something of the like. And then slightly increase how cooked the food is.”

But then an idea popped into her head and she wondered for a moment if their budget might be able to afford it.

“How about raw fish? Have you ever had that before? There’s a really good dish with raw fish called sushi.”

[egyptiandeathgod]

He likes the hand in his hair. Eyes closing & leaning his head into the touch. Blinking at her till the question registered.

“I…cannot recall…it sounds familiar…?”

Anubis wrinkled his nose, a murky memory of himself as a child.

“I think I remember having it once…tis unpleasant?”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

“Well, I like sushi myself. Raw fish is easier to go with than raw meat, in my opinion.”

Sherlock considered her options for a moment, glad that she’d picked up some limes while they were in the store. She might just be able to make a cheap version of ceviche. It couldn’t be fresh, but it was a start.

“I think I know something we could make to give more food a try. Get your stomach used to less bloody things.”

She ruffled his hair, giving him a smile.

“It’ll be fun. Give us more of an excuse to cook. And when it doubt, we can just cover it in hot sauce.”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

((couldn't think of starter)) Ōther snarled, grinding his teeth as he tossed around objects to find his book. He'd already sunk a hand inside his own body to rummage for it but it isn't in there! And he's certain that no one is willing to sink their hand in a daemonic tulpa. "SHERLOCK~!"

Sherlock knew that familiar shriek from anywhere, and sighed, turning around to make sure Ōther hadn’t woken up the sleeping Anubis. The man certainly needed his rest. “What is it, Ōther?” She said with a sigh, making her way over to stand in front of the tulpa. 

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock definitely remembered that desk job. It went alright for the first little bit, but the poor host by the end of it...she felt bad for the guy. If she had more money, she would have offered to pay for his therapy.

“I think there’s an opening at the mechanics nearby. I’m going to try and get a proper job there. As for you, I think there are some online things you can do for work?”

She chuckled for a moment.

“God, now I’m imagining you as a telemarketer.”

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[roshytsunami]

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" - thepyrrhicpyro ((I was picturing Sherlock not paying attention and running into her on the street))

Rachel falls on the ground and rubs her back side, “ow…I guess you didn’t see me,” she says annoyed as she stands back up looking at the woman who knocked into her.

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock sighs fondly at the other woman and lowers her hands. “We might be due for a break then. But you’ll get it. It just takes time and a lot of practise. But you’re doing much better at control. Haven’t lit your sheets on fire for almost two months now. You’re a quick study.”

She makes her way over to the bag she’d brought out and hands Rachel a bottle of water and a protein bar. She knows how powers like this rip at your energy supply. 

[roshytsunami]

Rachel sighs dragging her feet exhausted, “well I still smolder a little bit,” she winces before chuckling. “Smolder…oh uh you know the smolder look from the Rapunzel movie. It looked like this,” she says making the face before laughing as she grabs the water bottle and chugs it.

“So you never told me how you became such an expert with fire,” she says sitting by her as she takes a big bite from the protein bar. “Was it hard,” she asks with her mouth full.

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock chuckles softly at the face Rachel makes and grabs a water bottle for herself. It never hurts to keep hydrated. “A little smoulder isn’t a bad thing,” she teases back. “Helps keep the sparks flying.”

She will make fire puns until the day she dies.

She leans against a nearby railing, fiddling with her bottle of water for a moment to avoid the question. “It was. I had to become an expert. The powers surfaced when I was five years old. It was either learn how to or burn my house to the ground. At least I had gotten over temper tantrums by then. That would have been an absolute disaster.”

[roshytsunami]

Rachel snorts water going up her nose when Sherlock makes the pun. She coughs it out her face turning red. “That was really graceful.”

Rachel listens to her origin story and smiles, “yeah terrible twos are horrible. I use to chase this duck and laugh in an evil voice. No clue why but I liked chasing this duck that use to come up on our sidewalk.”

She flops on her back arm over her head shirt rising exposing her belly, “I’m so out of shape and this fire thing is making me exercise. I mean it’s…I don’t know how to put it. I never had this much energy before but at the same time whenever I use it I get weaker really fast so is that normal? Is it like I’m using a new muscle so it’s weak right now?”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock chuckles, trying to imagine a little Rachel chasing after a duck. It’s a rather endearing image and she can’t help the fond smile on her face at the thought. “The poor duck.”

She watches Rachel lay on the grass, eyes lingering for just a second on the other woman’s stomach before going back up. “That makes sense. It’s a tough skill to learn and it takes a lot of effort. Just like using a muscle. Plus it speeds up your metabolism, so you’re using up far more energy than you’re used to.”

[retribuxion]

Respect Your RP Partners

[bowstrungmovedtonewblog-deactiv]

retribuxion:

Something I’ve noticed in the RP community is that we expect our RP partners to be writing machines. We expect them to churn out a reply almost immediately after we post ours, be on when we are, always send us memes, et cetera. Here’s the thing: our RP partners are not machines. They are human beings who need to be respected for more than their ability to write. Other than the usual “your RP partners may not feel like replying at the moment,” here are some things to respect them for, and remember when you’re RPing:

Respect that your RP partner may be in school.

Respect that your RP partner may be employed.

Respect that your RP partner may have at least one physical illness.

Respect that your RP partner may have at least one mental illness.

Respect that your RP partner may have friends outside of tumblr.

Respect that your RP partner may have a family outside of tumblr.

Respect that your RP partner may be a parent.

Respect that your RP partner may have hobbies outside of tumblr.

Respect that your RP partner may have religious obligations.

Respect that your RP partner may not always have internet, or computer access.

Respect that your RP partner may be going through a difficult life situation.

Respect that your RP partner does not have to disclose everything happening in their personal life to you.

Too often, it’s easy to say “no one RPs with me” or “no one ships with me” or “no one sends me anything” without considering any of the above, or even more circumstances your RP partner(s) may be dealing with. Too often, it’s easy to say one of those things, and not consider how the other person feels when reading it. Someone dealing with at least one of these circumstances can feel guilty for not replying right away, sending something, et cetera, or feel like they have to once they see their partner is unhappy. 

I know I do when I see things like that on my dash.

When you start feeling guilty for not doing something that is part of your hobby, or feeling like you have to do something that is supposed to be fun, it stops being fun. It feels like a job. I know when I feel obligated to do a reply for a person, I drag my feet. I do not feel excited about the RP as much anymore. Even if they say, “Sure, I’ll wait,” I see them post elsewhere that no one sends them things, or no one RPs with them. The guilt turns on. I feel like I have to reply. It’s a passive-aggressive tactic that a person may not even be aware that they’re doing. No matter what, though, it needs to stop.

All in all, we need to show more kindness and patience towards our RP partners. The best relationships I have on this website are the ones where we treat each other with not only that, but with mutual respect. We also communicate regularly, and tell each other if we need to hold onto replies. I feel relieved knowing I can go to my RP partners, and tell them to hold onto my replies because I’m not feeling well, and I don’t know when I will be. It is an amazing feeling. We need more of that on this website, and less expecting one another to be robots.

We are all human. Never forget that.

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Soulmate on my Skin

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock laughs and follows her girlfriend out onto the dance floor. “Well, then we’d best make sure that we don’t get too tired.” She still isn’t the best dancer, good enough to keep up and slow dance, but never going to win competitions. But she does let Rachel ‘pull’ her to the dance floor and dances along with her.

“You have to promise me one slow dance, though.”

[roshytsunami]

“Just one,” she smirks as she holds onto Sherlock. “I’m really glad you liked your surprise today,” she smiles and kisses her on the lips. She places her hands on Sherlock’s waist as a slow song comes on. “I get more than one of these right?”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

“Well, at least one. However many you’re willing to give me,” Sherlock chuckles and gives Rachel a kiss. They begin to dance and Sherlock gladly spins Rachel around as they move. She can hear her brother being interrogated about potential partners as well and that just makes her grin a bit more. “This is a great evening. Thank you.”

[roshytsunami]

Rachel smiles leaning on Sherlock, “it’s wonderful having you home. It’s the best really,” she wraps her arms around Sherlock’s middle and dances. “You just have a few more military things to do and you’ll be home. By then I’ll have my license and we can get a home together and…maybe,” she blushes. “Well maybe get married? I don’t know but it sounds real nice now.”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

“It’s good to be home,” Sherlock replies, tucking Rachel a little closer as they keep dancing. It’s a bit hard not to step on Rachel’s toes, but she makes the best effort of it as she can. “even for just a short time. A few more military things, and then we’ll have as much time together as we like.” The idea of marriage was a bit frightening, but it was something to look forward to. “We’ll have to see. I kind of like the idea. A bit scary, but it’s a very sweet thought.”

[roshytsunami]

Rachel blushes embarrassed, “yeah well it is just a thought…kind of got caught up in the moment and everything with you home. I like…I like it when you are home and feeling domestic.” She turns redder, “not to sound like a 50′s housewife but I do like caring for you and well stuff you know.”

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock smiles softly. “You know what, when we get some time to ourselves and we’re not just enjoying time together in bed, we should have a talk about where we think we’re going. It’s better than both of us just sitting there trying to figure out how to read the other’s mind. I like caring for you too. I’m happy to think about what our future together will bring.”

[egyptiandeathgod]

"Mi hombre salvaje, I think I need a hug. May I?" - thepyrrhicpyro (is having a bit of a bad day)

Anubis glances at her from his cot. Sitting up with a heavy sigh and eye roll. He’s still acclimating to her touch. And the heat.

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

More mechanical manuals. That was desperately necessary considering how often their cheap scrapyard electronics failed and Other had to try and fix them, with varying results. But the old trick still held true - hitting something always helped fix it. She chuckled.

“I’ll take a peek at it later, see if it’s any of the internal components. Or maybe we just need to get a satellite dish. That might have to be something for us to look for.”

That would definitely good to improve their TV watching experience. It might be a bit tricky to avoid paying taxes for that sort of thing, but at the very least, it would be a start. They spent enough time watching TV that they should get good service.

Then she studied the couch.

“Yep, definitely. Now dammit, I want some cake.”

[egyptiandeathgod]

Riding Dragons

[archive-thepyrrhicpyro]

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at that thought, knowing that if she did end up having kids, the process was going to be quite a bit different than Anubis would imagine. She didn’t want to have to teach the dragon about surrogacy, but that might have to happen. 

“We’ll have to see about that, won’t we? And yeah, I’ve got almost twenty years until that becomes an issue for having kids. But we’re at war. We’ll have to see what my future looks like in the first place, though I think I actually have a chance at one now that you’re here.”

Her abilities meant that Sherlock would be on the front lines quite a bit, sent on special ops missions to raid camps and destroy hideouts. It was dangerous work, but someone had to do it, she supposed.

“It will be interesting to see you meet Quentin. He’s pretty damn young. Likes to play with everything. He’s like a hatchling. But my brother...my brother is a good man. He likes making fun of me, which is something that siblings always do, but he’s also got my back whenever I need him to. He was one of the first people to really support me when I said I wanted to work with cars, even though it wasn’t a ‘girl’s job’.”

She turned off the water in the shower and started to dry off, preparing to go out and find Anubis.