#sherlock eurus

[malevolent-muse]

I do not accept Eurus as canon.

I will not be elaborating on this point.

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

John Watson and Trust Issues

[sarcasstic-jpmvr]

TECHNICALLY the only thing that’s canon is ACD Sherlock Holmes

The rest are just fanworks

EURUS ISN’T REAL

[noodles-and-tea]

Such a silly question but, I got into Sherlock recently and found your art through it and I need to know your opinions on the show’s adaptation of Moriarty. I hate him so much but like, he’s also lowkey fruity and I’m here for it lol

He’s silly idk. I like Andrew Scott and his dance he does makes me giggle.

[smarthily]

For @sherlockchallenge​​ April prompt HEAVY

[calaisreno]

A Transcript of the 5 Minute Conversation Between Eurus and Moriarty

[Discussion]

Eurus: I have a master plan to finally break Sherlock!

Moriarty: Ah, wonderful! What's my part of the plan?

Eurus: Well first you, of your own accord, have to come up with a series of impossible mysteries for Sherlock to solve.

Moriarty: Okay...sounds like I'm doing a lot of the work...

Eurus: And then you have to let Sherlock outsmart you, and pretend to be so upset that you kill yourself.

Moriarty: So I pretend to kill myself?

Eurus: No, actually kill yourself.

Moriarty: So just...okay...once again, sounds like I'm doing a lot of the--

Eurus: Now, before you die, I need you to record some close-ups of yourself saying the following phrases...

She hands Moriarty a script which he leafs through

Moriarty: Most of this is train noises! Are you going to be doing ANY of the work?

Eurus: Oh of course! I'm going to dress up as Zoe Dechanel on a bus and seduce Watson.

Moriarty: Oh, that's clever! Wait, why?

Eurus: For...uh...to be a sort of mysterious and foreboding presence in Sherlock's life.

Moriarty: Right, in Sherlock's life. So why torture Watson?

Eurus: So I can shoot him.

Moriarty: Ah! Brilliant! Killing Watson will--

Eurus: No, no. Just with a tranquilizer gun.

Moriarty: But...why?

Eurus: To announce that I'm Sherlock's sister! And then he'll tell Sherlock!

Moriarty: So you're going to tell him you're Sherlock's sister and then shoot Watson...on the bus?

Eurus: Oh! No. I'm also going to pretend to be Watson's therapist, who will not be Zoe Dechanel.

Moriarty: So you can pointlessly shoot Watson with a tranq?

Eurus: Precisely! AND, to really be a nuisance, or something, I'm also going to pretend to be a girl that Sherlock will be investigating on an unrelated case that I'll have no idea he'll be investigating in 5 years because it would be literally impossible for me to anticipate that. But rest assured I'll dress up as someone related to some case, and that someone will leave Sherlock a note with "Miss me?" written in invisible ink!

Moriarty: Miss me...that's on the script you handed me.

Eurus: Exactly! I'm going to play a video of you saying "Miss me?" to Sherlock so he thinks you're still alive!

Moriarty: But I won't be...Ohhhh! So we're going to set up an elaborate mystery before I die so that it will appear to Sherlock that I've set it up after my death! He'll think I'm still alive, and it'll drive him craz--

Eurus: Right, right, but no. No, there won't be an elaborate mystery under your guise. Just little notes that say "Miss me?" Because in actuality it'll be me he's missed! Not you! Then once I've revealed myself as his sister, I'll make him go through a gauntlet of deduction! And thennn use those fun train sounds which you're going to record for dramatic effect!

Moriarty: But then...excuse me, madam, why do you need me for your plot at all?

Eurus: To confuse the audience!

>>>

Note: I wonder how many people have read this. Every time I read it, I laugh uncontrollably.

[humourless-holmes]

I know you're behind the attack on John, Eurus! You should have known better, sister. You target the people I lo— care about, I'll come for you.

There was a line, and not only did you cross it—you obliterated it. Now, there's no going back.

I’m on the plane.. I can’t get down.. help me. I’ve gone too far. I’m going to crash. I don’t know what to do. I’m on the plane.

I don’t know.

[jawnlockblog]

idk why i just realised eurus from sherlock is adam's mom from good omens

[buckingham-ashtray]

[divinity-in-chaos]

Did some more Sherlock funnies but this time it’s the whole Holmes siblings gang (plus John, cause he’s an honorary Holmes at this point)

[astudyinimagination]

Truly, the women of the Sherlock Holmes canon and the surrounding media are beautiful and excellent and messy and awful and human, human, human... and the fandom does not deserve them.

[snakesong]

[aveline-amelia]

You know how I complain about the lack of emotional resolution in The Final Problem? It's not an issue exclusive to that episode.

In The Great Game, there is an explosion at 221B, when John enters the room expecting to see a hurt or injured Sherlock, but instead, we see Mycroft and Sherlock talk about a case.

Why is this interesting? We know Mycroft went straight there after he heard about the explosion, most likely for reasons other than the case like, idk, to check if his brother is still alive? We are not shown that. If Mycroft showed any concern towards him, it is entirely off screen.

We are shown Mycroft watch Sherlock get tortured and speak to him in bad Serbian (why was the Serbian so bad? Was it supposed to be bad?), mirror the actions of his torturers and refer to his torture as a "holiday."

What are we not shown? Mycroft helping him out of the chains. Arranging for him to get his wounds mended. Any possible show of concern. See a pattern?

The Great Game was mostly from John's pov, so it makes sense there. John wasn't there. Here you have no excuse, as season 3 is mostly Sherlock's pov.

So why did they not show us that? They were afraid of consequences. It's the same reason the Lazarus explanation felt like a retcon and a cop-out to people.

I saw a hypothesis that just as Option 1 was Anderson's fantasy and Option 2 was the fangirl fantasy, Lazarus is Sherlock's fantasy.

In this version, he had the events perfectly in control, Mycroft didn't cause him to get screwed over and it was all intentional and they worked together, John, Mrs H and Lestrade were not in any real danger, Sherlock didn't get as emotional on the roof and didn't cry etc. etc. etc.

You see if Mycroft was to blame for the fall, if he was what truly led to Sherlock's downfall and it wasn't all premeditated, you would have to address that.

Sherlock would be angry with him. He would resent him for something he actually did as opposed to a vague reason we were never given or explained.

You wanted to play with emotional stakes, but you didn't want any relationships to actually evolve.

That's why John's beating of Sherlock is not addressed in The Final Problem even when it would be relevant.

That's why Molly is shown back in 221B at the end when the last time we saw her, Eurus put her friendship with Sherlock in serious jeopardy if not outright kill it.

That's why they wrote Rosie into the show and then did next to nothing with her.

That's why 221B explodes and then is rebuilt in a quick montage at the end of the episode.

That's why Eurus is put back into the very same prison she had no issue mindfucking everyone in and escaping from.

That's why we don't see Sherlock reacting to Mycroft being freed or have them discuss events of Sherrinford.

Because they wanted to put these characters through hell, but not actually have anything change.

[psdrawsthings]

having my daily emotional support from two people who absolutely bad at emotions

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno May Promptnation, which is turning out to be like NaNo but with way less stress]

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Their lives have never been predictable. Which, in some ways, has made them very predictable, John thinks as he stops Sherlock in the hallway with a hand on the sleeve of his dressing gown. 'Hey,' he says, voice quiet. 'Come here.'

Sherlock raises an eyebrow, but doesn't hesitate to lean down and let John kiss him, thoroughly. Maybe even twice.

'Great, thanks,' John says roughly afterwards, backing away. 'I've got work now.'

He really should have known, from the start, that they'd have to steal moments for this out of the chaos they live in.

'Not your babysitter,' Mrs Hudson sings the next day as she holds Rosie's hands down the stairs. 'But I've got applesauce jelly with her name on it. And I'll change her nappy while I'm at it, won't I?' The last is said to Rosie, obviously, who is very focused on the stairs.

John, in turn, is focused somewhere else as well. 'We've got ten minutes,' he says, already out of his chair. 

'Eight and a half,' Sherlock corrects, pulling John to him and capturing his mouth easily. John is tempted, so tempted, to let it go too far, but his prefrontal cortex is fully developed now, unlike the last time he felt this sort of heady gut-lust.

Maybe it's because Sherlock is a man, but he hasn't experienced a sense of newness this acute since being in school. And he'd thought, because he knows Sherlock in every other way it is possible to know a person, that this added dimension would feel--normal. Comfortingly similar. Would slot into their lives unnoticeably.

Decidedly not, John accepts some days and a solved case later, just before his backside hits the kitchen table. They've got a few more stolen moments while Rosie's napping on the sofa, and he's determined to make the most of them.

At Sherlock's urging, he lifts himself up onto the table's cluttered surface, then grabs at Sherlock's face to bring him back into the kiss. He spreads his knees without a thought and feels enveloped by heat as Sherlock moves further in between them. He fits around Sherlock perfectly, and it feels like--

It feels like lacing his fingers together with the other thumb in front, or crossing his arms with the other hand dominant. It feels like his own body still, yes, his skin heating up and his lungs pressing for air, but from a literal whole new perspective.

And he wants more of it. 'Do you think,' he murmurs in between kisses, 'that you'd want to be the one--' He pauses as Sherlock bites at his jaw. 'The one in charge?'

Sherlock pulls back enough to give him a look. 'Are you struggling through your English modesty to ask me if I'd like to top?'

John's neck flushes further, and he's pretty sure now it's both from arousal and embarrassment. Which is also new; he's said plenty more graphic things to women without hesitation, but apparently all bets are off when it comes to Sherlock. 'Yeah,' he says firmly. 'Yes.'

'I'd assumed you'd want to be the one doing that.'

'Wait, though-- you've done this before…?'

Sherlock's mouth quirks up. 'Subtle as always, John. Yes, I have. But not with you, do you understand? I want whatever you want. Quite literally.'

John swallows. 'And vice versa. I'm not new-- I mean, to the whole idea--'

'I'm very aware,' Sherlock retorts. And of course he is, aware of both John's various partners over the years and also of his, well, solo habits.

'Alright,' John says dryly. 'Rein it in, detective.' He sobers, hoping he doesn't have to go into detail. 'But this feels… different. And I want you to--to show me everything, to do everything you want.'

Sherlock, as he should have expected, takes this as a sort of delightful challenge. 'Well, then, we are at a bit of a stalemate, aren't we?'

John smirks, relief seeping through. 'Flip a coin?' he says, tightening his thighs, ready to dip back into Sherlock's mouth.

But Rosie, naturally, chooses that moment to wake up, and to do so loudly. She's almost got Sherlock's name down, and she definitely can yell for John like she's getting paid for it.

John groans and leans his forehead against Sherlock's momentarily, or at least intending for it to be momentary but shortly hearing the sound of his daughter shuffling into the kitchen, dragging her favourite garishly plaid blanket behind her. 

'Perhaps we'll cut a deck of cards?' Sherlock suggests to him as they untangle.

Then the detective reaches down for Rosie, who is looking back and forth between them. 'Cards?' she repeats once she's in his arms, her tiny person pronunciation still simultaneously hilarious and brilliant. 

'Yes,' Sherlock answers matter-of-factly. 'Your father and I are trying to decide…' He looks at John, a glint in his eye John shouldn't like at all. '...who gets to have the first ginger nut.'

John chokes on his tea, the sting going into his nostrils. 'Unfair,' he says.

His daughter seems interested, which is not surprising considering she shares Sherlock's predilection for the biscuit. 'Ginger nut!' she says. 'Me too?'

'Of course,' Sherlock says amenably. 'It's time for tea, anyhow.'

John tamps down a smile, then goes in for the assist, relieving Sherlock of Rosie so the detective can rummage around in the fridge. In their current arrangement, Sherlock is in charge of keeping edible and non-edible items separated. It's a dealbreaker, John had said when they'd moved back in. And Sherlock had complied without too much fuss, much to John's continued surprise.

Though, to be honest, he half expects Rosie would be delighted to find fingers in the crisper.

When everything's on the table and Rosie's in her booster seat, John digs in his pocket and pulls out a 50p coin, flipping it over to Sherlock without warning.

Sherlock catches it, regards it, then raises an eyebrow. 'I can rig this, you know.' 

'Yes, but you won't, because my daughter is impressionable and worships you. And while you have many fine attributes, casual cheating is not one I'm interested in her inheriting.' 

'Or, erm,' Sherlock starts, fingers casually playing with the coin. 'Any.' It's not a question, but suddenly he's looking intently at John, forehead wrinkled.

John's heart squeezes as he clocks what Sherlock's actually trying to get at. 'Sherlock. Bloody hell. Of course.' He inhales harshly. 'I know I'm not-- not exactly trustworthy any more, in that arena.'

But Sherlock cuts off his self-flagellation. 'Poppycock.'

'Beg pardon?'

Sherlock shakes his head. 'You were seduced by a person who could talk someone into murder with the snap of her fingers. She is literally the most brilliant manipulator in the world, and though I hold you in high regard you in no way had the capacity to overcome that.'

The anxiety slowly eases, though he suspects he'll never fully be free of it. 'You're admitting you're not the cleverest?'

He thinks Sherlock will counter in good humour, but instead he's a bit thoughtful. 'I think that, at that level, one is somewhere in the stratosphere, separated from everyone below. I find I rather like it down here.' He smiles crookedly, genuinely, at John. 'In certain company, at least.' 

John's heart twinges. 'Well. That's.' He clears his throat. 'That's good. We rather like you down here. Most of the time.'

He breaks eye contact, instead looking at Rosie, who is happily getting banana all over her hands. He hopes the words will be sufficient. 'But I mean it.'

Sherlock's voice is quiet, fond and no-nonsense at the same time. 'I know. I know you, John Watson.'

John feels a smile slowly cross his face. 'Yeah, that's right, you'd catch me out instantly anyway. How I ended up with the one person I literally will not ever be able to keep a secret from, I've no idea. Birthdays and anniversaries are going to be very, very boring.'

Sherlock's smirk gives no doubt as to where his mind has immediately gone. 'Oh, I doubt that.'

John can tell his skin is starting to flush again. 'Speaking of… Coin flip is right out, so…?'

'Paper scissors stone?' 

'No!'

'Why not?'

'Because you'd definitely cheat at that.'

'True. Magic 8 Ball?'

'You know what a Magic 8 Ball is?'

'Had a case where it was the murder weapon.'

'What? Really?'

'Yes.' Sherlock leans in, clearly ready to share the tale while assisting Rosie with her cheerios. 

And John wants to remember this, this exact feeling of this exact moment, forever.

[❤️]

[forevers-world]

When you're a psychopath but also one hell of a matchmaker