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Framed

my Fandom Trumps Hate fic for BCMF_fan

Chapter 3 is up on AO3

When John gets arrested in Scotland, Sherlock hurries to help his best friend. He has to find out what had happened to John. Much to Sherlock's surprise, he also finds out a lot about John's past.

The fic updates twice a week every Sunday and Wednesdey, 6 chapters in total.

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Happy Birthday 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Happy Birthday dear Steph!!!

I wish you a lovely day and a very happy birthday!

Thank you for doing all the rec-listing and fic-finding.

This fandom would be lost without its curator!

You are a gem!

@inevitably-johnlocked

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New crack fic alert!

This is my birthday gift for the lovely @phoenix27884 - happy birthday! - who had one or two inputs about my crazy idea. According to the tags this is the silliest I've ever written. If you're so inclined you can judge for yourself.

My Kingdom for a Frappé

Summary: Nine months ago, John Watson had been a surgeon and an army captain. Now, he's having the worst day ever - the worst day since he was being shot, that is. His new employer, who is a pompous arse, has just given him the most ridiculous assignment ever. It all goes downhill from there.

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100 Words: Chapter 3

Puzzle

People are a puzzle. Not the kind of puzzle Sherlock Holmes looks for, but interesting nonetheless. Consider: Sherlock Holmes, admitting he’d be the world’s worst flatmate, but still looking. John Watson with a limp, confessing over coffee, Who’d want me? It’s not science. It’s just connecting dots. Sherlock is… as he always is. Eyes observing, brain whirring, mouth moving, spouting deductions. He puts people off so he doesn’t have to deal with them. John is baffled. But I know Watson: he’s short-tempered, wary, cynical. He’s also intelligent, funny, and kind. I chuckle, imagining these two sharing tea. Made in heaven.

Guess who?

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Framed

my Fandom Trumps Hate fic for BCMF_fan

Chapter 2 is up on AO3

When John gets arrested in Scotland, Sherlock hurries to help his best friend. He has to find out what had happened to John. Much to Sherlock's surprise, he also finds out a lot about John's past.

The fic updates twice a week every Sunday and Wednesdey, 6 chapters in total.

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100 Words: Drabble 2

First Sight (John):

John looks across the lab at the man who’s just asked Mike for his phone. It’s one of those moments when he understands, this is important. “Here. Use mine.” Their fingers touch, briefly. He’s a broken ex-army doctor who’s spent days thinking about the gun in the drawer beside his lonely bed. He has expected no joy in his return, has no hope of a new life. The man who’s looking at him can see it all, spelled out on his face. He takes the phone, begins typing. “Afghanistan or Iraq?” And so it begins. Someday, he will tell Sherlock.

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Just drabbling along here... Thank you for reading!

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out! 🥰

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Aw, thank you! Right back at you! <3333

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It's ✨done✨ and I'm SO PROUD I could cry~

• Pas de Deux en Rouge •

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Sometimes I need to go back into my deep love towards theatre, musicals, ballet and so on - still manifesting/praying/summoning all the supreme entities to make the David and Michael reunion at theatre (involving as much tango, bolero jackets and period costumes as possible) happen🕯️🕯️✨ - aaaaaaand I need to say that I've spent a very long and respectful time drawing their... figures. So, I hope it was worth it���🩷

I have SO MANY IDEAS. Get ready, people.

I'm a damn phoenix🐦‍🔥

Bonus: ✨details👀✨

the ✨legs✨

the ✨light✨

... can I hear a wahoo?

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As I stated before, I'm not getting into logistics because after over 20 years in fandom, I'm hanging on to my sanity by my fingertips and have No intention of weakening my grip 😉

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Sherlock fandom

Searching for Light

He feels like he’s walked for weeks. It takes forever to move around nowadays. Because of a much-hated object. Granted, he’s in dire need of said object, but still. The cane he’s dependent on, due to his psychosomatic limp, makes him look old. At least to other people, if the not-so-hidden glances are anything to go by.

John knows, deep down, it will get better. One day. It might be next week, in three months, a year. He can be patient when it’s called for. Waiting for his limp to vanish however, tests his self-restraint.

At night, he runs freely, no cane in sight. He’s back in Afghanistan, wearing fatigues, his weapon drawn against the hidden enemy. It’s exhilarating; a sensation he yearns to know again, his nightmares notwithstanding.

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He’s broken several bones over the years, but never in his legs. A shudder runs through him by the mere thought of being restraint, forced to lie in bed or sit in a chair all day because of a cast enveloping his most faithful limbs.

Heights have never scared him. He thrives when he gets to jump over rooftops in pursuit of a criminal, or when he gathers access to Barts’s roof to admire the city below.

His nightly terrors appear infrequently, but are vicious, leaving him whimpering and breathless as he wakes. Tangled in his sheets that have lured his brain into thinking he’s been trapped, unable to move his legs especially, shakes him more than he is willing to admit.

***

“Walk towards the light, John. It’s always there if you just bother to look.”

His Nan’s words when he told her about his bad dreams as a boy.

He tries, but it’s hard when his brain short-circuits in the hellish Afghan desert. When the bullet penetrates his muscles, even though it’s a dream; he can’t think of anything but the excruciating pain. The only visible thing is a blood-red fog.

***

“There is always a light in the end of the tunnel.”

Sherlock’s grand mère is persistent when he tells her about his dark thoughts. How his peers in school terrorise him for being different and bigmouthed.

She is right, of course. At least when it comes to actual tunnels, but he knows it’s the metaphor she’s referring to. He’s not sure she’s right about that.

***

“Afghanistan or Iraq?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Which was it?”

“How?

“Yes, he’s always like that.”

***

It took them a while to get to their final destination – to a shared home. 

221B embraced John as a long-lost son when he stepped over the threshold a January day.

Sherlock adored the flat the moment he saw John walk around, surveying it in that soldier way of his as if he was inspecting a barrack at Sandhurst.

Not long after, they fell in love with each other; a journey was over, but a new one was about to start. They had finally found solace in the company of another person. 

Embraces, kisses, arguments, banter, and lovemaking ensued in the safety of the address that became just as famous as the iconic duo who lived there.

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He only reacted to Sherlock when Mary saw him as well, at the Landmark.

Thinking about the fact that the way John hallucinated Mary after her death and the casual way he handled that could very easily imply he did the same for Sherlock, especially during the first few months after his ‘death’. Thinking about the idea that he might have even seen Sherlock for real, whilst Sherlock was checking in on him before leaving for his 2 year murder spree, but didn’t think anything of it because it was probably just a hallucination again anyway. Thinking about the idea of John noticing that his waiter had Sherlock’s face but just assuming it was the hallucinations kicking harder when he was nervous about his proposal and starting his new life without Sherlock. Just thinking y’know

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@shirleycarlton @frodosweetstuff 👀👀👀

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it is honestly amazing how much of writing and editing is just. logistics. like... do i use a name here or a pronoun? if i move this dialogue tag to the middle of this line and break it in half, does the end of the line hit harder that way? what if i move the tag to the front? what if i remove it entirely? ...wait, whose point of view am i in; can i reasonably say this character is appalled, or must i say they look or seem or sound appalled? is this a deliberate action or a step-removed one; is her hand closing on his shoulder, or is she closing her hand on his shoulder? environment environment environment, we need to break all this dialogue up with some narration, the scene is coming untethered. what! are! they doing! with! the rest of their bodies that are not hands! fuck fuck fuck FUCK i forgot we covered this two chapters ago and now i either need to cut this whole chunk or find a reason to reprise the conversation from earlier. name or pronoun? name or pronoun? name or pronoun? move this clause around in this sentence? oh i'll add this phrase-- nope, never mind, past!me added the same phrase two lines down. okay, if i add too much environmental narration it's going to take away from this bit, but not enough and it won't feel grounded. what if i move this to its own line? where the FUCK are their hands?

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Yay!!!!

Exciting News!!

The first chapter of my FTH fic "Framed" for BCMF_fan will be posted tomorrow on Wednesday.

It has six chapters in total and I will upload twice a week every Sunday and Wednesdey.

Thanks for beta-ing again dear @peageetibbs

When John gets arrested in Scotland, Sherlock hurries to help his best friend. He has to find out what had happened to John. Much to Sherlock's surprise, he also finds out a lot about John's past.

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Sherlock fandom. Mild sexual content.

Natural Phenomena

Contrary to what everyone assumes, Sherlock is a great admirer of nature and its many phenomena. 

It started when he was a boy. The light pollution in the countryside was minimal and the stars were easy to spot on clear nights. He was fascinated by the Greek myths about the constellations and tried to make sense of them when he was lying on the grass looking up at the evening sky.

Stars are a rare sight in London obviously, but every time he gets a glimpse of them, he stops to admire the diamond-like sky and to reminisce about his childhood.

Another fascination he has is the weather. Particularly the bad and fierce sort. Thunder and lightning are his all-time favourites. Sadly, he has never witnessed lighting strike something, though he has seen the damages it has left.

What Sherlock has experienced is how a proximity of a total stranger has altered his life – it actually felt like lightning had struck him.

“Here, take mine.”

John Watson is an impossible force of nature. From the first time Sherlock touched John’s skin, he felt as if he was illuminated from within. 

Heat, sparks, itching, yearning, were just a few of the sensations that spread through his body a January day at Barts.

Not only is John radiant and soft; he is also Sherlock’s juxtaposition. Where the detective is pale as the moon, John is glowing like the sun, warming Sherlock even without touching him.

When they finally touch – properly touch – like lovers, it is like being struck by lightning again. Electrical jolts ripple through him and John’s fingers and lips burn Sherlock’s skin. He has never felt more alive.

“You are so beautiful.”

Sherlock doesn’t believe John at first. Nobody has ever called him that before. Freak – yes. Beautiful – no.

“Has no one called you that before?”

John’s voice is sad and incredulous when Sherlock shakes his head.

“I’ll just have to convince you then.”

Sherlock learns that John can be outstandingly persuasive and tireless in his endeavours.

The first time John penetrates him, it feels like an earthquake has hit Sherlock. He is shaken, out of his depth, and more aroused than he’s ever been.

“Oh, God. Just look at you, Sherlock. Incandescent, glorious, delectable.”

John’s voice and his adoring words can transform Sherlock’s inner organs to molten lava within seconds. 

As long as he has John in his life, Sherlock will never freeze again, nor will he feel like a freak.

The day he tells John that he loves him, they are watching a double rainbow on holiday in Canada. John’s hands cradle Sherlock’s face, his eyes are blue as the sea, brimming with unshed tears.

“Did I say it wrong?”

“No, my darling. It was perfect.”

They kiss until the rainbows are a faint memory, but every time Sherlock closes his eyes after that day, the multicoloured phenomenon is there to remind him of that precious moment.  

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this is for thankyoubbcsherlock!

this is a selection of drawings I’ve done, from most recent to oldest, since I started drawing again a little over a year ago. I owe a huge debt of gratitude to the creators, actors, and everyone associated with Sherlock (not to mention all the wonderful artists in the fandom on tumblr) for the inspiration to pick up art supplies and make art again, after not doing it for so long. I really, really needed it. I am not very eloquent, but you make a fantastic show that inspires creativity, hope, and expression in others and makes an important difference in people’s lives. Not only that, but you make it with so much beauty, quality, and attention to detail. Never forget how important and worthwhile your work is. All your awards (and the ones no doubt to come) are well deserved. Thank you again for making such a thing of beauty.