#Sherlock storylines

[aq2003]

"the doctor is aroace," i say into the mic. the crowd boos. steven moffat throws a tomato at me. i walk off the stage. then, several voices arise from the back of the room. "they're right", say over a third of the actors that have played the doctor over its 60 year long history

[leafy-m]

So I finally started playing the Great Ace Attorney game and I love it so far. Ryunosuke's adorable, KAZUMA is something else. (Those gazes!! Hot damn) I'm genuinely upset I haven't seen more fanart of him on my dash, because holy shit. I've seen so much fanart for the Sherlock Holmes guy-- sorry, Herlock Sholmes (?? I haven't run into him in-game yet. Still dueling Swan Lady Ms Brett), but I can't remember ever seeing any Kazuma art. Outrageous.

Anyway this is my one-minute warning before I attack and reblog everything in the tags.

Update: fineeeeee, I will attack the tags and reblog all the fanart after I finish the games 😭 darn you spoilers. 😔

[seefasters]

people making all those body-switching drink spiking memory altering theories when its so much easier to admit you felt like the writing wasn't that good this season. knowing a thing is mid and still enjoying it is so freeing try it sometime

[lightineventide]

*Playing SWTOR (yesterday)*

My character: You've got a gun to your face and you want details?!

Guy: Right, what am I saying...*cooperates*

*some time later*

Same guy: I gave you what you wanted, you're not gonna kill me, right?!

Me: *chooses light side*

My character: Of course, do I look like a maniac to you?!

[sherliam-hualian]

Final results

So, I went and used my imagination and got 2 Sherliam stories and 1 Hualian 'cuz why not. The only thing I need to do is pick the best one of these three, so again, I ask for your help. Oh right, on a side note, Sherlock's name was changed to Samuel, and Xie Lian and Hua Cheng were changed to Xinquan and San Lang respectively.

Story One

Once upon a time, two souls met their fateful end. William and Samuel, they were called—or so the legends say. Some say they leapt from the bridge's edge, their bodies swallowed by the dark embrace of the river below. Others claim they got pushed into the Thames, around the time of 1885.

But it's not the manner of their death that sends shivers down the spine. It's what they do in the hours of the night. They say William's spirit, restless and vengeful, seeks out the bodies of evil men, who use their power for a bad cause, killing, for example. Some say they've seen him, drifting through the halls of large estates, his eyes burning red as he whispers curses to those who dare to cross his path.

And Samuel, they say, walks the streets with purposeful intent, his ghostly presence a silent guardian for those walking down the streets of London. They say he appears when least expected, his ghostly form a reminder that even in death, love has no bounds.

So beware, of the bridge that spans the Thames and the shadows that lurk in the corners of the night. For you never know when you might catch a glimpse of William and Samuel, the restless ghosts who haunt the hearts of men with a vengeance born of their love.

Story Two

It was a moonless night in 1885 when William and Samuel, as the old tales tell, stood upon London Bridge, their hearts heavy with the weight of untold secrets. Some say they were star-crossed lovers, torn apart by the cruel whims of society, while others whisper of a bond forged in the fires of rivalry and hatred.

They say William and Samuel made a silent pact, a final act of defiance against a place that had failed to understand them. Hand in hand, they stepped off the edge of the bridge, their bodies plunging into the Thames below. William’s brother, Albert, ordered a search party, without luck, as their bodies were never recovered.

But their spirits, they did not find peace in death. They lingered still, their souls bound to the mortal realm by the bonds of unfinished business.

Some say William's restless spirit seeks out the bodies of evil men, who use their power like a weapon, for a bad cause, killing, for example. They say he haunts the large estates and mansions of the aristocrats, his eyes burning red as he whispers curse of vengeance to those who dare to cross his path.

And Samuel, they say, walks the streets of London with purposeful intent, his ghostly presence a silent guardian for those who seek justice. They say he appears when least expected, his ghostly form a reminder that even in death, the power of love knows no bounds.

Story Three (Hualian version)

Once upon a time, in a land where gods and spirits walked among mortals, there lived two souls whose love defied life and death. Xinquan and San Lang, they were known, a fallen god and a vengeful spirit, their bond forged in the fires of destiny.

Legend has it that Xinquan, a revered deity, had been cast down from the heavens, his divine powers stripped away by the hand of fate. San Lang, a ghost hidden in shadows and sorrow, haunted the mortal realm with longing and regret.

Their paths crossed in the depths of an ancient temple, where Xinquan, encountered the vengeful spirit of San Lang. Bound by fate, they went on a journey that would challenge the very foundation of existence.

But fate is unpredictable. It is said that Xinquan and San Lang, burdened by the weight of their forbidden love, made a vow, a pact sealed in the middle of the night.

Hand in hand, they walked the path of no return.

However their souls still lingered, their ethereal presence an oath made of the  power of love.

Some say Xinquan's gentle spirit wanders the ancient temples, his presence a comfort to those who seek solace. They say he appears when the moon is full, his celestial form a beacon of hope.

And San Lang, they say, roams the forgotten corners of the mortal realm, his ghostly form a guardian to those who defy the fate. They say he walks the earth with purposeful intent, his eyes burning red as he watches over the ones he loves from afar.

Listen to these words, and remember the tale of Xinquan and San Lang, the lovers whose spirits still linger in the corners of the world, their love eternal and solid, which flows through the heart of time.

[llycaons]

not wangxian though. it's one of the 10% which are actually good

[synthient]

[have now watched Magican's Apprentice through Girl Who Died + skimmed clara and missy's wiki pages]

okay like

Why would Missy need to set the Doctor up with Clara, specifically

Because it needed to be a companion he'd become so obsessed with, he'd break the laws of time if she died. He wouldn't do that for just anyone. He didn't break time for Adric etc.

How did Missy choose a companion that the Doctor would be obsessed enough with to burn the world for

By finding someone who reminded her of herself.

If Clara dying and becoming immortal or something (haven't gotten there yet) was Missy's plan, then why didn't that ever come up

Either: it was a mystery thread that quietly petered out without really paying off (which is better than a mystery thread that loudly implodes and takes a character arc down with it, so no one really cared that much). Or: it was a mystery thread that was designed to potentially be picked up again in a later season.

Would a Moffat thread pay off in an RTD season

Maybe! They're friends; they've probably had conversations about un- and not-yet-realized plotlines; Moffat's writing the upcoming holiday special

Is it relevant that Ashildur (Clara's immortality buddy if I understand the wiki?) keeps getting described as a storyteller

Maybe not, writers love The Power of Storytelling plots, could be a coincidence. Unless,

Why does Mrs. Flood cosplay Clara, Missy, and Romana

So existing fans will be prompted to recall those characters and their storylines? So new fans will see all the "she just cosplayed Clara, Missy, and Romana!!" posts, and be prompted to go back and watch their storylines for context? So we'll all have them fresh on the brain when s2 starts?

(This is suggesting to me that I may need to do a Romana Watch btw)

[wren-of-the-woods]

Y’all I just rewatched the BBC Sherlock episode The Sign of Three and damn it was better than I remembered!

[we-are-inevitable]

give me superwholock davey or give me death

RIGHT ?? i think, in order of preference, he would be a sherlock-spn-doctor who fan, but theyre like. his top three shows either way

[fahbee]

In the least surprising news ever, Amanda Abbington is a terf. And she thinks we need to protect kids from drag queens. Turns out the woman who got mad at fans for making porny gay fan art featuring a character played by her then-partner because one day her son might find it in a google search, when her then-partner had already made at least one film featuring full frontal nudity of his cock, is not an ally after all…

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Hmmmm idk how i feel about the end of s2 with mycroft disappearing and the weird fling he had with joan. I was really looking forward to sherlocks and his relationship being repaired and sort of rekindling that brotherly love. Another person who loves sherlock and wants to see him well. Idk im sad we wont see that.

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

@febuwhump Day 10: Difficulty breathing

You can now find my contributions to FebuWhump on Ao3!

Sherlock was a man of superlatives, always had been. It was only consequent that he had managed to catch the most spectacular cold in the history of mankind.  He would gladly have liked to forgo this honour, but to his dismay, no one had asked him first.

He was currently lying on his side, his body shaking with the fifth coughing bout in just under one minute. Or maybe he had just been coughing for one minute consistently. He didn’t even care. He just wanted to stop.

He blinked away the tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes from the exertion when he finally managed to draw breath. His rips were aching and his throat was raw. He was sure he had never felt so wretched in his life. Most likely, no one ever had. He couldn’t breathe. It was terrible.

His body didn’t show any consideration for his frustration because no matter how hard Sherlock tried to fight it, in the next second he was coughing again, a miserable, dry rasping which only served to incense Sherlock further. What was the point of this if he wasn’t even bringing anything up? It was a simple waste of energy on top of keeping him awake. It was the middle of the night and John had explicitly ordered him to rest, but there was no way of falling asleep if his body insisted on shaking him about like this.

Breathing hurt. His rips ached and his chest burned, and Sherlock’s nose was stinging for good measure. Wearily, he reached for the tissues John had deposited on his nightstand earlier that evening. He tried to blow his nose but it was completely congested and the only thing he managed was to worsen his headache with the additional pressure in his sinuses. With a defeated grown, he settled for simply wiping it instead, the skin at the tip of his nose already raw and sore.

God, he just wanted to sleep. He didn’t even care if he would suffocate if he passed out, but this was unbearable. It was torture. Sherlock was dying. As if to emphasize that notion, Sherlock was overcome with another fit of painful coughing.

He curled up on himself, crossing his arms and pressing his hands to his flanks in a fruitless attempt to support his aching rips. His muscles were already sore as was about every other centimetre of his body. Squeezing his eyes shut and fighting for air, he swore to himself he would never again call breathing boring. Breathing was brilliant. The same went for sleep.

Suddenly, there was a light and when Sherlock opened his eyes, John was standing by his bed in his pyjamas. Oh, this was Sherlock’s only hope. John was supposed to help him. He had years of medical expertise, maybe he would be able to do something, anything, to alleviate Sherlock’s suffering.

“I … cannot … breath … John!” he gasped miserably, hoping that explained everything John needed to know. He didn’t really have the choice to say anything else, because he still was to busy hacking his lungs out.

“I see,” John said mildly, his reply almost drowned out by Sherlock’s incessant coughing. “I could hear you all the way upstairs.”

Sherlock had no idea how this was supposed to be helpful. He closed his eyes again and turned to lie on his stomach, burying his face into his pillow. If John wasn’t about to help him, he could leave right away.

“Come on, don’t pout, I brought you something.” There was a gentleness in John’s voice which was almost entirely absent in their usual day-to-day bickering. Maybe this was what people called bedside manner, Sherlock thought, when he drowsily allowed John to help him turn around and sit up a bit.

“There you go”, John said when he was presenting him with some kind of sirup on a spoon a few seconds later, and Sherlock was too far gone to ask any questions. He accepted the medicine with shaking hands, swallowing it without having any idea what it tasted like. Swallowing still hurt, but he could feel the remedy coating his throat, soothing the incessant tingling that forced him to cough.

Sinking back into the cushions, he had to fight his eyes from drifting shut. He felt completely drained. He only faintly registered John pulling the covers back up over his shoulders.

“I think … I might be about to die”, Sherlock complained weakly, although he had to admit that his throat was already feeling better.

John smiled at him leniently. “Don’t worry, Sherlock,” he said fondly, “I won’t allow you to waste away like some ailing Victorian beauty.”

Sherlock had no opportunity to express how he felt about this comparison or to consider the particular fondness in John’s words. He could no longer fight his eyes from falling closed. When John switched off the light and left the room, he was already fast asleep.

[grapecaseschoices]

[frogmascquerade]

Doctor who spoilers in the tags ! Empire of death

[teenbasher]

look man, my biggest issue with BBC Sherlock is the fact that hey FUCKED UP season 4. the wrecked it. who the fuck is this Euros person??? Why the fuck does Sherlock & Microft need a random secret sister who’s been tucked away in a maximum security prison/asylum thing for decades??? We didn’t know about her & we could have lived our lives without knowing about her bc she means nothing to the story. She is but a random Moffat/Gattis OC. Which is cool, IG???

But She adds NOTHING! to the story, she doesn’t provide character development, nothing. She may add stress to Sherlock when she abducts John. Yeah, but that’s minor & doesn’t mean much bc that’s just their constant dynamic they could have done the same thing with a rando abducting John off the street or whatever.

the silly flashbacks of their childhood??? Dumb, unimaginative, didn’t help Sherlock or Mycroft at all, only traumatized Sherlock to the point he completely blocked her out of his head, & my biggest issue with this is that their parents literally would not have dealt with a child like her the way they implied by shoving her away. Meeting Sherlock’s parents in season 2 show two loving, caring normal parents who don’t seem the type to do that to a child of theirs, specially forget them & not mention them during the holidays or whatever.

What doesn’t work with Season 4 is the fact that it just does not fit with the storyline. It was randomly put together with duck tape & chewing gum & it shows.

I appreciate the fan service they did to all of the Moriarty girlies. (Me included) bc god Do I love Andrew as Moriarty. But! They literally could have Added Moran instead of Euros & the story would of stayed the same but made even more sense bc Seb at least has an actual very real bone to pick with Holmes & I am not saying this bc I literally run a Sebastian Moran fan club with my two Moran Accounts. But because if they wanted to do the random “revenge” plot thing they did with Euron working with Jim before he died to get back at sherlock or Mycroft or whatever the fuck the plan was. It would have made a whole lot more sense of the whole shit show at the of season 4 somehow tied up to Jim’s “game” back in season 2 & we would have gotten to see Moriarty working with Moran to continue fucking with Holmes bc FUCK! that would have been a whole lot more compelling to the story & would have touched back to how Holmes NEEDS Moriarty to keep him stimulated. & if Jim places any type of interesting scheme to get his attention even after fucking death. Except he planned it before it. & Moran was in charged to continue that now then be it but fuck, I hate so much what they did to ma lads in season 4 😭😭😭

Since Sherlock Holmes is trending... I know yall love to shit on BBC Sherlock, saying how you only liked it back then bc you were cringe teens. I also know that the second they'd announce a 5th season, yall would keep crawling back immediatly.

I know bc I would.

[starkidlabs]

Just saw a Sherlock Holmes play in London and the actors (and writers) managed to nail the essence of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson far better than any live action adaptation created in the past 30 years has.