#the Case of Sergeant Sprinkles
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phantombegruvia · 8 days ago
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The kiss in Sergeant Sprinkles was SO passionate.
That's it, that's all I wanted to say
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thenightshadowqueen · 8 days ago
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“Sorry—You were having a fight over who was to blame for the meltdown of a nuclear power plant, and then you fucking kissed?” “That’s right.”
Honestly, it’s incredible how SFTH’s fully improvised depictions of queer relationships that they come up with on the spot are better than anything you could find in the vast majority of mainstream media
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i-may-be-an-emu · 9 days ago
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:))
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aliendrawsstuff · 4 days ago
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The Case of Sergeant Sprinkles
I thought my rainbow pencil needed to be used again
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pulchrasilva · 8 days ago
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Sfth really said gay sex is a sin IF you're supposed to be watching a nuclear reactor
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eldritch-train · 8 days ago
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I can’t recall Luke’s character having a name, and him being not only the least loved child but also the only nameless one is💀
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eelsinatrenchcoat · 8 days ago
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so true bestie xx
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magnus-ohpuss · 6 days ago
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I can't get over how beautiful Sam's kisses are on stage. Passionate, desperate. Just a stunning display, honestly
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unbelenting · 6 days ago
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There's no love here...
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sprucebluw · 4 days ago
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IM BACK with shoot from the hip
The case of sergeant sprinkles - exclusive patreon longform
Enjoy the art :))
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artystozka · 9 days ago
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As seen in "Death for a Dollar" and "The Case of Sergeant Sprinkles", I am glad to see that AJ is starting to fight back against bald jokes.
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thenightshadowqueen · 9 days ago
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I adore absolutely everything about the Case of Sergeant Sprinkles—the pride flags, the queer community overthrowing the American government (good god, please (joking for legal reasons 👀))—but I think my favourite thing is how offended Sam was when Tom ended the play without a kiss (and how he gave us one anyway; he knew they couldn’t leave us without one)
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i-may-be-an-emu · 10 days ago
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so excited for the case of sergeant sprinkles :))))
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scottlocked-hunt · 4 months ago
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The Case of the Pink Doughnut Box
ft. Ann Ryder in BBC Sherlock
Ann Ryder is a forensic scientist, friend of Sherlock’s, long lost sister of John Watson [she keeps her old surname; apparently it suits her better] and friend of Greg Lestrade. Happens after the Final Problem.
(I own none of the characters mentioned nor the BBC Sherlock series except the character Ann Ryder, whom I created)
“Doughnuts, sir.”
“From?”
“Dunno.”
Greg Lestrade shot up in his chair, as Sergeant Sally Donovan warily stared at him. Who’d send him doughnuts? Jim Moriarty? That secret Holmes sister? Was it booby trapped?
“Bring it in.”
The first thought that crossed his mind was that. The second was how he’d know if it was a bloody trap. Or who he’d ask.
Sherlock?
Nah. Busy with the case of the Chesapeake Ripper.
John?
Busy with Rosie.
Hold on.
Ann.
She’s a bloody intelligence officer (took her ages to confide in him)and part of the  forensics department. She’d be free today, there was no big issue her department was investigating.
Gee, the DI of Scotland Yard was asking a forensic investigator if a pink doughnut box was booby trapped. But hell yes, he wanted to get hold of the doughnuts(after assuring himself it wasn’t poisoned with cyanide).
He picked up his phone and quickly shot Ann a text-
Help needed.
It took Ann three minutes to answer:
What is it? AR
I think my doughnut box is booby trapped.
She shot back another text-
…what? AR
Look, I’m just going to call you. It’s too ridiculous to explain over text.
Geez, how fast did her fingers work?
Sure thing. I’m free. AR
Greg pressed his phone to his ear as the call rang and went through.
“Heyy…”
“Hey Greg. What about the booby trapped box?”
“Uhh…”
Greg scratched the back of his head, eyes on the pink box.
“Well, do go on. Describe it.”
“It’s a cuboid, it is made of cardboard…no electronic parts stuck to it, do…do you think it’s booby trapped?”
“Smell it. And throw it if you smell anything else odd. Like bitter almonds.”
“Gosh.” He could have just done that. And here he was asking a forensic investigator if his donuts were booby trapped. He leaned in and smelt it.
“Mhmmm…that’s heeeaaavenly…”
“Should I…assume that’s the smell of doughnuts or something else? Like bitter almonds.”
“No no no, definitely smells like donuts.”
“When in doubt, Greg Lestrade, always follow your nose.”
“Right, thanks Gandalf.”
A chuckle was heard from the other end.
“You know you also could have just checked the address.”
“God, am I that stupid?”
“Maybe.”
Greg put the call on speaker, and lifted the box, looking at it from under.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. 221 Baker- hang on. Sherlock did this?”
“Not that I know of. I don’t think so. He’d find better ways to gift you.”
“Your brother? John?”
“He’s on the couch watching Doctor Who.”
“Rosie?”
“What? Are you out of your mind?! Why the hell would a 10 month year old send you a ‘pink doughnut box’??”
“No no I meant….what is she doing?”
“Oh. Asleep. Took us 3 hours.”
“Then who could have- wait...how did you know the box was pink?”
“...”
“Ann? Are you still there?”
“Err..enjoy the doughnuts, Greg. Happy birthday.”
“Thanks. Wait…how did you kno-”
The call hung up.
“Drama queen,” he muttered, a slight smile grazing his lips, at Ann’s dramaticness or the sweet box of doughnuts awaiting him, we don’t know.
He put his phone aside and set to open the box. The smile on his face dropped and rose 3 octaves higher as he saw the contents.
For what he saw were 13 scrumptious, vibrantly coloured doughnuts, glazed with every flavour you could think of, chocolate, cherry, plain glazed, choco with sprinkles, gosh, Ann was an angel. The look of it brought water to his mouth. 
Now the queer thing was that these 13 mouth-watering doughnuts were in the shape of letters, effectively spelling out, to the surprise of Greg, ‘NOT MY DIVISION’.
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“Sir, there's been a break in-”
“Not my division.”
Sally stared awestruck in jealousy as Greg devoured an entire chocolate sprinkled doughnut in the shape of an Y.
“Come on, spare me one.”
“Nope.”
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pulchrasilva · 8 days ago
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Today i learned that toxic yaoi and nuclear physics can start a civil war but it can also save the world
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eldritch-train · 6 days ago
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Just realized Luke smacked Aj with the pride flags after Aj accidentally smacked him with the microphone XD
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