#They are in love your honor

[thekettlesoverthere]

Genuine question here !

I'm seeing a bunch of recent content creators and artists making new adaptations or media inspired by Sherlock Holmes.

There's Fawx and Stallion ( @224bbaker ) , Watson's Sketchbook by @contact-guy, Fogtown (@fogtown-sleuth-society), The Beekeeper's Picnic game (@beekeeperspicnic) and the web-series I am currently working on : @thebakerstreetproject

(Probably others too that I am forgetting about !)

I was wondering, has it always been like that ? Or has something triggered some form of resurgence of the "old-as-time" Sherlock Holmes fandom ?

Does it have to do with a story that has -rather obviously- been queer for ages but that people finally feel free exploring ?

Or is it just because everything hit public domain...?

What do you think ?

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Dessert

The smutty follow-up to Dinner. NSFW.

Agnes Aldwir was deeply and unabashedly in love with Emmrich Volkarin.

A fact that she was very happy to express as she and Emmrich (and the brownies---extremely important) entered her bedroom at the Lighthouse. Once inside, she magically locked the door. I should put up a “do not disturb” sign…no. Don’t do that, Agi.

“Dearest, love of my life…” He murmured as he removed her sweater. The plate of brownies floated to and safely landed on her bedside table. “What would you have of me?”

No more than you’re willing to give. I’ll never ask for more. I’m so grateful already…

But…

I think he wants me to ask things of him.

Maybe I should then?

She took the sweater from him and threw it into a hamper. A hamper that just appeared there one day. This place is weird as fuck, but hey, I’ll take a free hamper. “Clothes off. Jewelry stays on.” She bit her lip and failed to stop a giggle escaping her. “Please.”

He chuckled softly. “As you wish. But first, allow me to undress you.” A knowing half-smile tugged on his lips as his gaze fell to her chest. “Based on the evidence before me, I can say with one hundred percent certainty you’re not wearing a bra, darling.” Emmrich cupped a breast through the fabric of her dress and squeezed gently.

“With this dress, I’d have to go strapless…and I didn’t feel like it. That’s when I remembered I had the sweater.” She grinned as she brushed his hand away and pulled the dress over her head. Into the free hamper you go! “Emm,” she began, giggling as she played with his collar pin. “You’re wearing far too many clothes as usual.”

Emmrich huffed. “As usual? My dear, standards and propriety—”

Shut. Up. You. Wonderful. Man.

Unhooking the collar pin, she rolled her eyes. “Have no place here. Not tonight, love.”

His hands fell to her wide, soft hips as he bent to press kisses to her neck. “How scandalous, Miss Aldwir. You would have your suitor act like a brute?”

She gasped as he pinched her ass. “You naughty man! You know full well I mean for you to get out of all these lovely clothes.” And they are lovely. All his clothes are so fancy and make him look even more handsome. Everything has a significance. “I want to see you.”

“As you wish, sweet angel.” Emmrich pushed down her panties and watched with the sexiest smirk on his sexy face as she, for the third time, tossed her last item of clothes in the hamper. “Ah, but now the real question, my love…how do you want me?”

Truthfully, she had imagined how she wanted Emmrich in excruciating detail.

Self-doubt, my old friend.

Blushing madly, she crossed her arms over her ample chest as he began to undress. “Are you sure I won’t be…um, too much if I’m on top? I don’t want to hurt you.” WHAT IF I CRUSH HIM!?!?!?!

Or would he like it?!?!?!

Stop thinking so much, Agi!

Her lover stopped unbuttoning his shirt and glanced back at her, frowning. “Dearest, please believe me when I say you’ll never be too much for me.” Oh Emm, you’re the best. “My darling girl,” he quirked an eyebrow and did the cute shoulder neck thing he does. “You’re not the most substantial lover I’ve had.”

WAIT.

“What?!” Agnes squeaked, her eyes wide. “I’m not?!”

Kicking off his boots, he undid his trousers. “My sweet, loathe as I am to speak of my past lovers, I will mention one to reassure you.” Oh dear, I know that look. He’s going to tell me something so insane that it’s going to break me. He pushed down his trousers and smalls. He then stepped out of them and leaned close to her ear to whisper, “One of my lovers, a very dear man, was considerably larger than you, darling, and we managed quite well with me on the bottom. He penetrated me effortlessly. In short---you’re fine, dear.” Oh. My. Goodness. I… He gave her a quick kiss on her deeply flushed cheek and then pinched my ass!!!!! EMM!!!!! “And speaking of fine, might I comment on how pretty you look right now? Between your makeup—”

“Neve did it.” Because as much as I love Mum, she can be a bit heavy handed with makeup.

With his free hand, he brushed the backs of his lean, long, perfect fingers against her face. “Your makeup, your blush, how the light illuminates you…you’re glowing, my love. Full of light and love and life…” He dipped his head to press several kisses along her neck and jaw. “Queen of my heart, you’ll never be too big for me. More of you means more of you to love, my dear.”

Words began to spill out of her before she could stop herself. “How are you real?” One of her hands caressed his cheek. “I didn’t think anyone like you existed.”

“I assure you I’m quite real.” His eyes were twinkling, and a smirk tugged on his lips. “Real and ready to serve, darling.”

Serve.

Serving is being hard as a rock apparently!

She did the only thing she could think of in this situation. I pouted…because I know he thinks it’s adorable! “Don’t tease me, Emm.”

He found the pulse point on her neck and kissed gently. “I wouldn’t dream of it, dear. Do you want me to lie down? You said something delightful about being on top earlier, and I so wish to experience that with you.” With one last kiss, which earned him a moan, he stepped back and laid down like the sexy, elegant man he is, and he is so hard. My goodness. With his lithe form on display, she could not help but drink him in. Just for a second. He’s so handsome. “Darling?” Emmrich called to her, extending a hand towards her.

This is real.

He’s real.

He loves me.

He’ll love me no matter what.

It was at that moment she squealed happily and practically bounded towards her bed. Straddling his narrow waist, she peppered his face in kisses. “I love you. I love you so much. I want to make you feel as wonderful as you make me. I want…” She laughed softly as her hands roamed his chest, fine, graying hair tickling her fingers. “Can I…”

A deep, pleased noise rumbled in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Anything, dearest. Do anything you like. Explore me should you wish.” He bit back a moan as her hand drifted towards his middle. “Ah, my love, you feel so good…touch me…take your pleasure from me…”

She laughed softly as she traced the trail of hmmm darker gray hair at his navel. “Together. Take our pleasure together, love.”

“Yes…of course…how silly of me, dear…” He chuckled, bejeweled hands on her generous waist. “My darling girl, please don’t stop. Tell me how I make you feel.”

I will, love.

But first…

Agnes smirked and moved backwards, coating his member with her slick. Fuck, he feels so good. He’s big but not too big. Perfect. He’s perfect. In every conceivable way. “Incredible. Like you were made for me, Emm. You make me feel…” Desired. Wanted. Cherished. So many words, and you can think of a million more, because you’re brilliant. “Loved. You make me feel loved. I never thought I would be…and then you came along…I love you so much, Emmrich…”

Are those tears? Is he crying? Did I—

Before her rising panic could overtake her, he chuckled breathlessly. “My heart, you asked how I’m real, but you truly are a wonder. The most precious—ah! Fuck!”

She whimpered as she sank on his erect cock, eyes squeezed shut. “Emm, you feel so fucking good. You have no idea, love.”

You fill me like nothing else.

And I want you to fill me over and over and over and over…

Please?

“I’ve had no complaints over the years, darling.” He teased, kneading her ample sides. Then her pelvis met his, and he moaned wantonly, her flesh spilling between his long, elegant fingers as he squeezed harder. “Agnes, angel, goddess, queen, roll those lovely hips of yours. Y-yes, dear…just like that…so good…”

I wonder…

Agnes clenched around him and heard the most glorious sound I’ve ever heard in my life. “Oh Emm, should I do that again?”

To her surprise, he shook his head. “My heart, as much as I found that incredibly arousing, I fear I may not last long if you continue with this particular activity.”

His wording, as it usually did, inspired her.

Inspiring me to do something very naughty.

She hummed, pretending to think. “This particular activity, hm? Well, what if I do this instead, love?” Minding her balance, she leaned forward slightly and blew icy cold breath at a nipple, which earned her another luscious moan.

How’s that, Emm?

I’d say pretty damn good!

He threw his arms around her suddenly and hugged her tightly. She let out an “oomph” as her front collided with his. “You marvelous little thing! My brilliant, beautiful, wonderful darling! We’re going to have such fun together, you and I. Learn everything, ah, about each other…Agi dearest…fuck…” Emmrich moaned as icy breath graze his other nipple. It’s so hot when he swears. I got him to swear. “Fuck…you’re perfect…feel so good…but please…you must come again…please…”

Lifting her head, she nodded quickly. “Please touch me, love. I need you.”

Always want you. Always need you.

Emmrich grunted an assent, reached for her clit, and began to rub furiously, strands of hair falling in his eyes. “Come for me, my darling. One more. I know you can do it, my good girl…I, ah…that’s it…”

She shuddered, a small cry torn from her as she came. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Within moments, she vaguely heard him mutter another extremely classy “fuck” and “my perfect girl” as he emptied inside her. He pulled her close, her head resting under his chin.

She grinned when she heard him sigh.

“That good, huh?” Agnes giggled, pressing kisses along his jaw and throat. “Bet you weren’t expecting the ice.”

A breathless laugh escaped him as he held her, his embrace firm. “My love, you’re full of surprises. Each more delightful than the last. That being said,” he tapped her behind, and she rolled on her back next to him. “Allow me to clean us first, and then—”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Brownies?” she asked hopefully, biting on her kiss-swollen lower lip.

Brownies.

We had great sex, and now it’s brownie time.

Emmrich laughed heartily, a sound that always makes my heart feel fit to burst. I want to hear him laugh every day…forever. “Of course, dearest! One must keep up energy if one wishes to continue with certain nocturnal activities.” He smirked as he cleaned himself. “I intend to have you come at least two more times tonight.”

She sat up, noting the soreness in her hips and thighs. Worth it. “Feeling ambitious, love?”

“Quite.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk under his mustache. Bring it on, Emm. Let’s test the limits of “at least.” He bent to kiss her before cleaning her with a conjured cloth. “Am I still leaving my grave gold on, darling?”

Oh.

Oh right.

Giggling nervously, she shook her head and picked up a brownie. “Um, you can take them off if you want.”

A pleased noise rumbled in his throat. “Very good, dearest.” He tossed the cloth into her hamper, carefully removed his jewelry, and got into bed next to her, pulling the blankets to their waists. Then, he tilted her chin to gaze lovingly at her. Fuck me, it’s also time to melt into a puddle because he’s looking at me like I’m the center of the universe. “I adore you.”

To her credit, she did not sigh dramatically and kiss him soundly right away.

Instead, Agnes shoved the brownie in her mouth, quickly ate it, causing him to laugh, and then kissed him soundly. “I adore you too, Emm.” She breathed, cupping his face.

And I always will, love.

[accelactor]

Never knew I need to see Magneto singing about Charles and him being bestie until now

[ventibesito]

in tgcf hell 🫡 ♥️

[mochiobonio]

" You're trembling, are you scared?"

" No, I'm not. Because it's you."

[blue-the-bluest]

JUNE 6TH | OLD

AUGUST 7TH | NEW

I wanted this to be a small opportunity to make “Redeemed Bradley” a thing because I don’t see it as much… so I redrew it for funnies

Basically Redeemed Bradley happens wayyyy after the X Games, casted out and left to rot by himself before Max came back into the light.

Both talked it out and settled on being “friends” under one condition. Be yourself and honest. And no arguments and deals, but that’s out of the window

Bradley always has been himself but not totally, shutting out his own problems and not being completely in terms of his sexuality, being gay.

He never had time nor patience to fully figure himself out throughly, his parents and fans shoved his fake personality into his brain, thinking he’s already perfect. But Max opened his eyes to see that he isn’t perfect nor is himself at all.

The stress overwhelmed Bradley to the point where he almost cried in front of the Goof Troop. Even being the most unserious group to ever exist in man-kind, they knew that this “be yourself” stuff is overwhelming their new friend.

All four, again, have a conversation about Bradley, and as much as he hates heartfelt conversations, he knew he needed to hear it.

“We can go step by step, till you are fully fit to yourself.”

And as they said, Bradley just does that and everything runs smoothly.

No more snarls and death threats or deals and harmful pranks.

Bradley was feeling himself, all free of the pressure and fears. And he has never felt more happier than that.

But one problem kept crawling back to him, his gay problem. Not that it’s bad or anything but he has caught feelings for Max Goof, the same man helping him find his new and improved self.

Bradley knew he had to be honest and himself, it was the friendship condition both men agreed apon.

He tried to show Max about it, still afraid he’ll reject him but he still tried everything!

Having a bracelet same color as Max’s eyes.

Wearing matching earrings.

Even allowing Max to be close to him as possible.

But Max is too oblivious of the signs, and kept friend-zoning the poor boy… Will Max accept Bradley for who he is and love him as well? Or will he reject him for the greater good?

Who knows…

I’m so normal about them and yes, long haired Max supremacy 🛐

[axedr]

I was asked to redraw this absolutely beautiful scene from “meet the medic” on yt! I can’t get these two out of my head YOUR HONOUR THEY ARE IN LOVE 🗣️‼️‼️ the way they look at each other makes me jump in the air 😭💕

[indanmei]

I might have a thing for them… shh

[theshamblewithsybles]

YOU think they have a beautiful bromance I think they are approximately .5 seconds away from fucking raw on national television. We are not the same.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

*minor spoilers for Royal Guard!AU*

-wanted to make something a little indulgent with the gays-

You jeeringly order your new guards to kiss your hand every morning and every night. To get back at you, they take that order very seriously.

And of course they don't limit the gesture to just you~

(and friendly reminder Sun and Moon are NOT brothers in this AU)

[strandedtoodeep]

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

silverv may not technically be "canon" but in actuality they are realer than all these other mfs

[saquesha13]

May I just say how well fed we are in the Steddie Fandom?

I’m sure someone has said all of this before, so i’ll just say it again.

It’s been over two years since we were introduced to Eddie Munson, only getting a handful of scenes of Eddie and Steve together - let alone interacting together - and it’s all thanks to everyone in this fandom why I am in the biggest steddie rabbit hole not looking for anyway out.

• 28,986 Fanfics to choose from on Ao3 alone. 👀

• thousands of beautiful fanart to browse through from talented artists. 🤌

• so many gorgeous edits of the boys, videos and pictures both. 😻

• cosplayers bringing them to life & letting them hold hands. 🥹

• how active so many ppl are after two whole years still constantly creating food for my pathetic brain to feed off of. 🩷

It’s beautiful how even though these characters didn’t interact nearly enough on screen, we all took one look at Eddie holding the glass to Steve’s throat and all thought the exact.same.thing.

I honestly love it here.

This fandom has me writing fanfiction again, something I haven’t done in YEARS and wasn’t planning on doing ever again really.

The goddamn chokehold steddie has on me is literally insane.

If you’ve contributed your talents into this fandom at all, if you’ve supported artist and writers with comments/likes/kudos, THANK YOU ♥️

[staticquit]

Two dorks embarrassed after complimenting each other 🏀☀️

[inklessletter]

"Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch. Out of focus, eye to eye, 'till gravity's too much."

🦋

Thank you all once again for trusting the process with me.

I am in love with this piece. A Red concept brought to life.

They feel, they know. Yet confessing makes it real. Something to act upon. But as long as they are silent they get to stretch the unspoken truth between them. Both an abyss and a bridge to cross through. A bright light they both choose not to look at, and neither the perfectly shaped shadow of their bodies standing so close they look like one. Light butterfly touches that need no justification. Sharing warmth, and gazes, secretive smiles under the wing of the autumn, where the decay and decadence of perishable life feels a lot too much like a foreshadowing of their untold story.

But they feel.

And they know.