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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 4 months

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It is finally Y/N's turn to walk down the aisle. Sherlock can't keep his eyes off of her. She is certain that the man waiting at the alter is the one she will spend the rest of her life with. Is he?

wedding fluff and angst

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Sherlock stood at the alter, hands clasped behind his back. To the wedding guests, his sharp stance would suggest ease. In truth, each deep breath he chased was laboured and unsure.

She was a vision in white. Precious in deep sheets of ivory.

Sherlock had never seen such perfection.

Y/N took measured steps down the aisle in time to the music's pace. A few steps further and the bride would become somebody's wife.

Sherlock promised himself he would not cry today. Not one tear, he swore. He was better than that. Still, as Y/N drew closer, step by step, he wasn't certain he could keep a dry eye.

He considered turning away or focusing on the flower arrangements set behind her shoulder. Anything to keep the strain in his chest at bay.

It was in that moment of deliberation that Y/N chose to wink at him. A small gesture, hardly visible behind her veil but even so, he caught it.

Propping his shoulders back, he chose to keep looking. Better to face the music than miss a flutter of her lashes or the quiver of her lip when she smiled.

Though his throat felt constricted and his chest heaved for breath, Sherlock Holmes could not turn away from the bride.

He registered John shoot him a grin from the left. He wasn't sure that he returned it.

"She's beautiful," John said in a hushed tone.

"She's beautiful," Sherlock repeated.

Three years earlier, Sherlock had met Y/N for the first time. Since then, she had stumbled through the flat each day, always with a shy smile and a soft spoken, "hello".

He loved her from the start.

Their highs and lows, they would experience together. When she threw her head back in laugher, teeth gleaming at something her lover said, Sherlock would see it. He often revealed his experiments to her, if only to see the wonder shine in her eyes.

Even after every lover's spat, Sherlock would wrap his arms around her and swear that things would look brighter in time.

He was right. By God, he was right. He had to be, for now, she stood just steps away from him, at the alter, incandescently happy in her wedding gown.

A slow tear trailed down Sherlock's cheek.

Y/N finally reached him and there was silence in the cathedral when the music at last, had died.

"You're crying," she said.

Sherlock choked out a laugh that hurt his head. "I'm not," he replied. He tightened his lips together to ease the line of worry that had suddenly appeared on Y/N's brow.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. Closing his eyes, Sherlock shifted her veil aside. His hand trembled as he pushed it just far enough to kiss her cheek.

Though he gave her the softest of kisses, he felt a sharp stab in his heart, as arduous as the touch of his lips on her skin was brief.

He dropped her veil again and opened his eyes. "Every happiness," he said to her. His gaze steeled into her own. He hoped she wouldn't understand but she did.

Y/N nodded and her veil rustled. "Every happiness," she said back to him.

Sherlock clenched his jaw and feigned a smile for the wedding guests that stared from the pews. Then, he took Y/N's hand in his own and walked with her for three final steps.

John waited beside the priest.

Sherlock presented the groom with his bride and took his position as best man.

He was good at that, after all; standing on the outside, looking in. It's how he captured so many of his friends' most private moments in the small space of 221B.

Throughout the ceremony, the words, "every happiness" rang in Sherlock's mind.

When John and Y/N shared their first kiss as man and wife, Sherlock clapped along with the others but still, "every happiness" lingered at the tip of his tongue.

He simply couldn't manage to add the words, "I wish you..." at the start.

Things would be brighter in time, he told himself.

He knew it was a lie but for now, he clapped.

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I'm crying. I have reposted this thing like, 10 times. Last time, I swear. omg. please work. If you'd like to be tagged, let me know.

Thank you for your patience, literally everybody I'm tagging: @twisted-monster @starryeddie @the-chaotic-cow @turkisherlockian @aephereal @andthevillainshallrises @baby-bloos @cookiemumster1 @eternal-silvertongued-prince @bogginsreadings @lumosouls @spencerrxids @serenity-lattes @msseijii @classickook @starstruck-loner @i-beg-your-pardon-laufeyson @lucywrites02 @danzalladaggers @mrs-holmes @pytharuw @antsn @kabubsmagga @newtsniffles @cemak @liv-olive-oliver @iamtrash-withrespect @asgards-princess-of-mischief

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aceredshirt13 · 4 months

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if there's one thing about classic literary detectives it's that they are not conventionally attractive. doyle told sidney paget to stop drawing holmes so pretty. christie was like "let me introduce you to this short pudgy balding man who is retirement age and i hate him." sayers compares wimsey to maggots on literally the FIRST PAGE

i love it. i love them. stop casting hot people in these roles. we need our detectives to be Charmingly Weird-Looking

#red randomness #acd holmes #poirot #lord peter wimsey #sherlock holmes #hercule poirot #peter wimsey #100 and up neat #the contrast in resulting authorial attitudes also ends up being somewhat amusing #christie basically wanting to kill poirot but going 'i gotta give the people their pompous little guy. and also it's money.'#doyle constantly wishing people would read his other worse books #and then sayers comes in like 'hey remember the guy i kept comparing to a slug? yeah i'm marrying him to my self-insert'

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von-karmas-a-bitch · 5 months

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it will never stop being insane to me that possibly the most accurate adaptation of sherlock holmes (minus any explicit mention of drugs) is from Gay Lawyer Visual Novel Spinoff Series: Let's Go To Meiji Japan and bc it wasn't public domain yet, the localised versions decided to call him fucking HERLOCK SHOLMES

#screw your ''oh wow he's so hugebrained i want to be that guy'' wish fulfillment sherlock holmes #the real sherlock holmes was a cringefail loser who was prone to extreme fits of melancholy over trivial shit #i have not read the books but i just talked to someone who has both read the books and played tgaac and they confirmed #he is very very accurate to original holmes #and it makes me very happy to have that confirmed bc #i knew it i fucking knew it #that's why he's the only holmes adaptation i like #that's why he's so funny and well-written #the writers did their fucking homework and made a fairly faithful adaptation #that hit all the sweet spots that made holmes unique #rather than completely missing the point of what made him such a Character #and just writing him to be the cringeproof hugebrained genius they wish they were #he's not supposed to be your self insert gary stu he's SUPPOSED to be cringefail!!!!! let him be a loser #sophia's soliloquies #tgaac #herlock sholmes

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edward-evans-blog · 1 month

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Edward Evans Blog, [Entry #1]

“The Flatmate…”

Hello, I am Edward Evans, The writer of this Blog. For my final assignment in one of my Courses In college I was given the task to document all the exciting things that happen to me over the course of three months. Sadly I’ve already wasted about three days trying to decide what exactly people might find exciting, I mean as far as exciting goes I’m really not sure my life fits the quota.. I’m a 19 year old English man who’s only friend is a bird who pop’s by my flat to eat from the bird feeder I installed outside my apartment window, so yeah.. not too exciting as you can see. well. At Least it wasn’t exciting until around breakfast time yesterday.

I was Just doing my regular every day routine. I got up at 5:36 and made myself a tea with avocado toast on the side and Refilled the bird feeder outside my flat and watched the birds eat while I ate, then at 6:47 I went outside and did a quick jog around the block once I came back to my flat around 7:40 I got a nice cold shower.. and after I got out and dressed that's when it happened. The thing that might just change my life forever…

I was sitting at my writing desk in my living room when suddenly I heard the strangest noise coming from my bedroom… I got up to investigate, holding a broom in my hands ready to hit anyone or anything that tried to jump out at me.. and that's when I quickly opened my room door just in time to see a strange looking man climb in through my window holding some sort of.. sack?? Well of course I wasted no time as I ran over and put my intruder into a choke hold, I guess those self defence classes I took over the summer did end up paying off… either way the intruder didn't seem to put up much of a fight.. He just kind of flailed around but I held my ground and kept a firm hold on him. At this point the man had dropped the sack he was carrying, this is around the time I started asking questions. I had asked him who he was and why he was breaking into my house though I didn’t get a very straight answer all he said was “get the bag” and “run” I started to get a bit confused by this so I dropped him from the choke hold and instead picked up the bag, but right as I was about to look into it I heard sirens and before I knew it the strange intruder had grabbed my hand and told me to follow him as he lead me out of the window in my living room!! (Fyi I live on the second story of a building.) we got lucky(?) however and landed in a dumpster full of soft discarded fabrics as I live right next to a fabric shop. The intruder still hadn’t let me go and now I was being dragged throughout the streets by some sort of crazy man?? Well not to my surprise the police soon caught up with us right as the intruder hailed a cab over and as the police were arresting him he yelled at me to “put the bagels in the back and run!” Still confused I opened the back of the cab door and opened the sack as I slowly realised the bag I had been carrying was filled with… Bangles..? 72 Bagels to be exact. I looked back at my intruder with confusion plastered to my face as he tried to fight off the cops. Yet he still yelled at me to put them in the cab and for some reason.. I did. Well.. after an hour or so we did get arrested. Apparently the stranger had robbed a bakery of 72 bagel’s .. not because he was poor and needed to… just because he was hungry and thought the price for a bagel was obscene.

I was arrested… over bagels… I didn’t even steal myself. “God this guy is inase.” Is all I could think as I sat in the holding cell. But then the most unexpected, unpredictable, surprising thing happened.. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes walked in! In the flesh!! I thought perhaps they were here to question someone for a case but instead they walked over to me and my intruders cell..

“Percy. What did you do?” Is the first thing I heard Sherlock say. I was confused and glanced over at the stranger in the cell with me.

“So your name's Percy?” I asked him, though he didn’t answer.

“Uncle Sherlock..John. Good to see you as well..” The stranger nodded up to the two celebrities nonchalantly.

“Percy, your father sent you here so you’d stay out of trouble not to get yourself and this poor boy arrested.”

John said, sounding more angry then I would imagine my first time meeting my idol would sound.. the bickering between them continued for a few minutes until suddenly Mr. Holmes had asked Percy, who I'm assuming is the man in the cell with me. “You can’t just run away Percy, where on earth would you go?”

And this was the moment that made me completely stunned.

Percy crossed his arms and looked up at Mr.Holmes.

“I could go to lots of places. In fact I might just move in with-“ he turned to look at me. “What's your name, tiny man?”

I looked at him confused and for the first time spoke with him. “Oh- uh- .. Edward? Edward Evans.”

I Answered the strange man a bit hesitant.

“Right. Well I might just move in with Eddie!”

He yelled, crossing his arms again.

“Oh- actually its Edward-“

I cut myself off quickly

“Wait- move in???? I don't even know you!!”

At this point John Watson, my Idol! Might I remind you, smiled

“Well. Fine. Move in with Eddie.”

I was shocked. Why on earth did they think That I would just let some random guy who broke into my house, made me a partner to his crime and got me arrested!!! Live! With! Me-

John spoke again. “It might be good for you. That’s actually how I met Sherlock. Moved in with him the second day I met him.”

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It has now been a day since this happened and now I have a flatmate.

I've gotten to learn more about him thankfully. He is 19, just like me, but he’s not in school as he thinks he's too smart for it or something.. he likes bagels and solving crimes. And his uncle is the famous Sherlock Holmes.

He and I have come up with an agreement. He will help me with this assignment by letting me tag along with him on his cases and blog about them. And in return I let him live with me for a few months until his father “Mycroft” lets him move back in with him.

So.. This is the start of my blog.

The amazing adventures of Percy Holmes and Edward Evans.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more updates on our wonderfully unbelievable stories.

-Edward Evans.

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dathen · 1 year

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Sherlock Holmes using the mind reading party trick on me:

“Clearly you are thinking of Jonathan Sims and the great injustice done to him by his fellows and by the followers of his story.”

“My dear Holmes!”

“Do not act so surprised! It was plain to see by the furrowing of your brow that you were moved to anger in a manner you only reach when wishing to defend one you hold dear. This narrows the conclusion down to Jonathan Sims and Arthur Lester, both unfairly maligned by devotees of their respective tales. However the tension around your mouth communicated a distress you do not feel regarding the latter—this low view of him is not held by his author, after all, which narrows your irritation to those few you can ignore. Meanwhile, The Archivist’s tale is fully told, and the future holds no chance of his mistreatment being righted. Therefore, the obvious conclusion is that your thoughts dwelled on him.”

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #the magnus archives #malevolent podcast #this is so dumb but it was fun to write fjskfjkd #does this count as self-insert fanfic???#this is not actually impressive of him bc i am ALWAYS thinking about Jonathan Sims Defense

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mybones537 · 6 months

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Random question. Does anyone else fell like there are not enough Moriarty the Patriot x reader fics?

And should I write a Moriarty the Patriot x reader fic?

#moriarty the patriot #incorrect moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #high school au #fanfic #x reader #reader insert #self insert #Moriarty #sherlock fanfic #sherliam #Moriarty fanfic

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akajustmerry · 2 years

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i definitely have my critiques of Gender with gender-bent adjacent media like Enola Holmes but at the end of the day when I was a kid/teen and really getting into Sherlock Holmes so much of the media, even kids media about Sherlock Holmes was aimed at boys, and its so SO lovely to see something Holmesian that's well made and very intentionally aimed at girls who love Sherlock Holmes. EH even addresses (albeit clunkily) how and why women/girls are left out and disregarded in adaptations and in Sherlock Holmes culture largely. so i don't care how corny and silly the enola holmes films are, i am gonna hype them up for the kid/teen me who woulda LOVED to have this!!!!

#sorry to be an enola holmes stan it will continue because that's my daughter basically #enola holmes #enola holmes 2 #sherlock holmes #that's my daughter that's my bestie that's my inner child that's 12 year old me's dream self insert etc #/

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livviem-009 · 9 months

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Mephisto - Sherliam & Isekai'd adopted daughter! reader

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Summary: You had a bad dream about your past life and you reflect on what has happened to you and judge your own worth. Was this reality real or were selfish for projecting your own desires? A/N: This fic is half venting and half wish fulfillment. I wrote this to let some things out about what happened earlier. The title of this one is based on the song Mephisto by QUEEN BEE because it explains my feelings about my favorite characters. Trigger Warning: Suicide and Existentialism.

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Y/N felt her senses heightened as she fell asleep in her dream again. Her past life was foggy, but it was all too familiar. She feels like a puzzle out of place, a monster from dark origins, and everyone wants her gone. She was content with running away, not noticing the trucks that sent her to this new world. The one from her favorite manga, the one thing keeping her happy and inspiring her through her darkest times. But now she questions herself. Everything about this world is fictional; how was she going to handle things when the fantasy was over? She woke up in a cold sweat and drank the glass of water beside her.

"It’s just a dream, Y/N, it’s just a dream!" She tells herself before sneaking around the mansion to the bathroom.

Everyone’s been so kind to her since she got there, but she was mostly close to William. He adopted her into the family with no hesitation, taught her fencing, and saw her as a competent person even though she made mistakes. Y/N was even close to Sherlock Holmes himself and related to him through his thrill-seeking energy. But they aren’t real, right? After all, she was aware that this was a serialized manga series based on a very old book series. So often, these thoughts pile up in her head, but she doesn’t care since she is having fun. She just enjoyed meeting the characters and subtly thanking them for just existing.

‘But... Do real people say that? ’

Looking up at the mirror in the bathroom, she sees herself. This isn’t what she looks like in the real world. She was boring and weird in the real world, and no one wanted to be near her. Her ranting over characters only seems to push the people in her life away, especially her parents. Oh, how she remembered her father reprimanding her for watching anime instead of learning her new lessons for the new school year. Instead of encouraging her by introducing stuff that is both appealing and educational for her, like a nice person politely suggesting something interesting, Of course, it had to be shoved down, and it was taken as Y/N’s fault for ‘not fitting in’ and ‘being a weirdo. Sure, let your own daughter hate everything in her life just so you can feel superior for putting down others.

‘Did I do anything wrong? ’

They said that to help her, right? Y/N knows that she’s weird, and her family said that they loved her. But why were they trying to hide her so much? They didn’t even know that it got to the point that her darkness manifested inside her. She isn’t perfect, but did they lie about actually loving her?

‘Why... Does this hurt? ’

One day, she gets interested in something that gives her joy. William James Moriarty was her idol, her role model for how to be kind, and someone to admire. He was imperfect, but his nature was in the right place. He was a capable man who would answer for his sins, and after all that misery and despair, his life finally became happy after he was saved by the people he met along the way. To her, he was everything she wanted to be and more. He was admirable for living on

‘... But I’m not him.

Y/N was nothing like that. Reading through each panel, she rooted for him to succeed and wanted him to see how he was deserving of living in the new world he sought to create. For her, he had to live with Sherlock. When she was reborn into their world from the beginning, she met the younger version of them as the Rockwells only daughter. She turned to him for guidance. When she hits her teen years, her happiness stems from solving cases after school with Sherlock and John. She admired the two men; they were so different yet on the same page. Eventually, that admiration turned into a love between parents and child. But her dilemma comes from a different thought: she knew this was fake, so did she just replace her real family and world just for a fantasy to be happy?

‘Selfish…’

Her tears fell. Y/N was selfish. She’d replace her own family—such a selfish wish to be granted by characters who were better than her. Compared to them, she was only an outsider. She only knew how their story ended, and yet, why was she given the opportunity to live with them? Looking up at the mirror again, her face fell. No one truly loved her there; this was the reality she was running away from. No matter what world she lives in, no one really loves her, and she’ll never belong. Standing up, Y/N sneakily went to the weapon room and grabbed a gun.

‘Maybe this will wake me up. Why did I get reincarnated? Why were Liam and Sherly nice to a weirdo fan like me? ’

Her emotions felt numb as she walked towards the open window. Her hair was a mess from crying, but she didn’t care anymore. As she felt the cold night breeze blow through her hair, she adjusted her gun and put it on her head. This opportunity was a gift. Why did someone like her get to be happy while she herself was a monster? All she ever cared about was the lives of people who weren’t real, to the point where she doesn’t care about herself anymore. Before the girl could make the fatal mistake, she was yanked off the window and hit the cold, hard ground.

"What are you doing?" A frantic and scared voice rang out, making her freeze.

Two pairs of arms wrapped around her, giving her a head pat. Hot tears fell as Y/N recognized their voices. William and Sherlock saved her, didn’t they? The girl realized that, while they may be fictional, the feelings she felt for them were real. Every hardship they face inspires her to keep moving on. That’s why she was attached to them; they were her escape and hope. They’re the ones making her stronger, and just living makes her feel better. It’s what people who love you do for you. No matter what, the world she’s in is her reality now. Y/N’s old life was behind her since this world was a blessing and another chance to move on. She hugged her favorite characters close, feeling their warmth as she lost herself in the stories they shared.

"Y/N, are you okay now?" Sherlock asked, looking down.

His little girl was tired from crying. William wanted to stay with the both of them, so they just hugged until sunrise.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #sherliam #yn #self-insert #moriarty the patriot x reader #ymn #warning: suicide #/venting #i cried while writing this #some existentialism #isekai au

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vivi-selfships · 6 months

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Sometimes when I have a difficult time sleeping through the night I'll go to Sherlock's flat and spend time with him, when he's on a case he'll use me as a sounding board to think aloud and process the evidence, it helps him to think and he knows that his voice soothes me but when he's not on a case he'll often curl up with me on the sofa and read to me until I fall asleep.

#vis visage #vi is yearning #this one looks so much more like me than my pfp #i have pretty awful insomnia but my Sherlock self Inserts insomnia is like 5x worse #ai art #ai generated + excessive editing done by me to fix it up and make it look like me.#selfship #self ship #self shipping #self insert #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #selfship art #selfshipping #🔎

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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Sherlock comes home high off the thrill of case solving, he proceeds to drive Y/N insane (in the best way, of course). Though he refuses to wind down and take a break, Y/N must use her wits to CALM. HIM. DOWN.

Sleepy Sherlock + fluff! ♡

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The drone of Mrs Hudon's vacuum thrummed below the flat. It was a lazy day on Baker Street, and Y/N could feel it's droll effects.

She stood by the kitchen table, steeping a cup of tea. It's colour drained out in ribbons as she watched with unenthused interest. Sherlock hadn’t made it home that night, so the flat was painfully quiet.

Y/N prodded at her teabag. She squeezed the last of its flavouring out with a spoon and sighed. "So this is what he means when he's bored," she muttered.

She was about to dump the tea for the sake of steeping another batch, when a familiar voice boomed from the front door.

"I AM BRILLIANT! Oh darling, I know my mind is first-rate, but there are moments where even I'm impressed by its rampant luminosity!"

Y/N gave a jolt at the sudden intrusion. The door crashed against its frame and she nearly lost grip of her teacup. The drink sloshed and burned the back of her hand.

"SHERLOCK!" she cried out. "You startled me!"

Sherlock ignored the reprimand and followed the sound of his partner's voice. His steps were quick, nearly giddy.

Y/N frowned when he creeped into the kitchen. "Three cases solved within a twelve hour span!" he hissed, excited. "I am on FIRE!"

Sherlock's hair was mussed and his eyes gleamed wildly. He sounded breathless when he spoke, as though he had raced across the city.

Y/N bit back a smile and tried to remember her annoyance. "What are you going on about?" she demanded.

Sherlock grinned, nearly buzzing. "A magnificent performance on my part! A tri-movement concerto where I cracked the cases in an eloquent sequence of acuity and guile!"

"Good day, I take it?"

Sherlock dragged his hand along the edge of the countertop until he reached Y/N. His rushed strides were clumsy as he stumbled towards her. He squeezed her shoulders and planted a fervent kiss on her cheek. "Oh, you have no idea!"

"Sherlock, maybe you should take a breather now. You've been out since yesterday. Don't you think a bit of rest is in order?"

He looked down and noticed the steaming teacup still in her hands. "No time for that," he chided. "Come hear about the investigations!" Sherlock tossed the drink to the sink, making the porcelain clatter. Before Y/N could object, he gripped her hand tight and led her to the living room.

Sherlock drew open the curtains with great zeal, his open arms casting shaded silhouettes against the room. "Let's set the scene," he said with a dark smile. He turned back to his partner and stalked around her, building up his narrative.

"A robbery, six missing persons, and a murder. All distinct at first glance, wouldn't you say?"

Y/N perched on the edge of an armchair and crossed her arms. She was amused by his dramatization but worried about his lack of rest. In the moments where Sherlock Holmes was still high off the thrill of case solving, he was nonstop.

"Yes, I suppose so. But maybe you can finish your story in the morning? A good night's rest will---"

Sherlock bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. His eyes were bright. "That can wait, dove. As I was saying, Lestrade believed the three events to be mere coincidences as well. But I soon discovered that---"

"--- that everything was interconnected? Yes Sherlock, that's very impressive."

Sherlock glanced at Y/N and quirked a brow. "I'm sensing disinterest," he noted.

Y/N sighed. She stood up and took his hands in her own. "Not at all," she assured. "I'd love to hear of your triumphs, but I'm more concerned with your wellbeing at the moment."

"I don't understand. I'm perfectly fine!"

Y/N quirked a brow. She studied the dark shadows beneath his eyes and the slight tremble in his hands. His scarf was done up in a knot, and he seemed pale.

"Take a quick look in the mirror and tell me again that you're fine."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "A look at the mirror won't prove anything other than the fact that you worry too much."

"Then it won't hurt to look, now will it?"

Sherlock scoffed and glanced at the mirror hanging from the back wall. He studied his reflection in silence.

"Clever girl," he murmured, finally. "I've seen better days, haven't I?"

Y/N dipped forwards and kissed his jaw. "I would say so. You're not invincible, you know."

Sherlock sighed and pulled her against his chest. "True as that may be, there are certainly moments where I feel invincible."

Y/N felt his deft fingers trail through her hair. She leaned against him and listened to the steady beating of his heart. "Do you mean when you're out case solving?"

Sherlock pulled back until his eyes locked with hers. He tapped a finger to the tip of her nose and grinned. "Not quite. I mean to say that invincibility lies in the moments I stand by your side."

Y/N giggled. "You've gone soft from your sleepless nights," she hummed. "Let's get to bed." Before Sherlock could protest, she gripped the end of his scarf and pulled him away.

"But the sun is still shining! London won't sleep until nightfall, and I'm sure I can hold up another few hours!" His last words were muffled by a yawn that he tried and failed to suppress.

"Somehow, I'm not convinced!" Y/N laughed. "You're exhausted. Come on, I'll fetch you a pillow."

Sherlock smiled. There was no use countering her. Secretly, he didn't really mind. He felt a profound sense of comfort in Y/N's care.

He squeezed her shoulder from behind. "I'm in your hands," he whispered.

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Give Fixation a shot!

I haven't written anything in a while, so I'm just glad to have finished this!!! 😭

tagging: @twisted-monster @starryeddie @high-functioning-lokipath @the-chaotic-cow @turkisherlockian @kabubsmagga @aephereal @andthevillainshallrises @baby-bloos @cookiemumster1 @eternal-silvertongued-prince @bogginsreadings @lumosouls @i-beg-your-pardon-laufeyson @lucywrites02 @danzalladaggers @mrs-holmes @pytharuw @msseijii @serenity-lattes @spencerrxids

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crystalitecloudie · 1 year

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original fan posts masterlist

cringe culture is dead

Back to the Grand Masterlist

SAGAU:

kitty cat creator (feat. diluc, klee, albedo, jean and venti)

great places to hide in for sagau imposter aus

SAHSRAU:

trailblazer copying what the player does

trash king just being a huge acolyte ig

creator's first descend into jarilo-VI

creator's first descend into jarilo-VI part 2

characters hearing the player's background noise (ft. John Wick)

what the creator might look like

Twisted Wonderland:

"jellyfish" (aka the creator makes their first babies)

sampo in sahsrau

rating TWST characters based on if my self insert oc would date them

heartslabyul reactions to P3!Yuu

Random Fan Posts:

vtuber sherlock holmes

Looking for the Genshin Dystopian AU? Head back to the grand masterlist for the Genshin Dystopian AU masterlist!

#vtuber #sherlock holmes #nijisanji #nijisanji en #genshin impact #sagau #genshin sagau #sagau imposter au #twisted wonderland #twst #self insert oc #genshin dystopian au

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bluespring864 · 4 months

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Make the post you want to make, I’m curious now 👀

Okay, here we go. This is not my usual kind of post.

A little tip on how to deal with pain/chronic pain (not a cure in any way)

(not a rant against painkillers either, please take your medication when needed everyone)

So, for various reasons it might sometimes be unadvisable to take (more) pain medication, i.e. because of reactions to the pills, bad side effects, waiting times before taking the next one etc.

What helps me sometimes in these moments is to use something i read about in an article (can't find it right now, in the Guardian maybe?) a while back, which is to try to reframe the pain a bit. That is, to imagine it as a long, slow, flowing river that goes through my body. Especially if the pain is quite sharp in one spot, try not to shy away from it too much but to locate it and imagine it dissipating slowly through your body. You're not trying to get rid of it, you're just trying to redistribute it. Conscious breathing while doing it can be helpful. I find that this sometimes dulls the pain, and sometimes even makes it go away for a while, especially if I don't move too much.

Then, there's a second thing I try to consciously think about (for the more rational side of the brain) which is to remember that pain is a warning signal. My body is trying to warn me about something - maybe about not taxing myself too much because I'm getting my period, maybe about having eaten something that was bad for me, maybe about having gone past my physical limit, maybe about something as of yet undiagnosed. So, I try to tell myself "This is a warning signal, and i have received the warning signal. I will act accordingly (i.e. take a break, not do anything strenuous, do some light exercise to alleviate muscle pain, go to sleep, go to the doctor etc.). Dear body, please let me take a break/go to sleep etc., we will feel better afterwards.

Both of these exercises might sound ridiculous to you. In that case, this post is not for you, or at least not right now.

But as someone who has gone through periods of chronic pain, I wanted to share this, because god knows, the relief of even getting your pain from a 7 to a 5 can be staggering sometimes.

#happy new year anon #fuck it if i crash my notes with this post then so be it #please don't follow me because of it though #it's mostly tennis skating tatort sherlock holmes taskmaster rpf [insert other obsessions] on here #if this only gets seen by a handful of mutuals i would probably selfishly prefer that #but feel free to reblog #pain #chronic pain #dealing with pain #pain management #important #the pain post #i will probably reread this every time i am in a bad way #note to self

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nyd-needs-cuddles · 1 year

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Fics in AO3 (Progress/Status)

should've prolly done this ages ago...

One Piece ||

Not Quite Black - Ongoing, semi-hiatus (Chapter 18: 40% written)

Newspaper Clippings & Burnt Flags - ongoing, hiatus (outline complete, only need to write it down)

A Smile That Rivalled The Sun - On hold, not abandoned (rough outline for future chapters)

Red Ichor - Hiatus, not abandoned (rough outline for future chapters)

Deserting the Throne - Hiatus, not abandoned (Chapter 2: 10% written)

Trash/Lout of the Count's Family ||

mirror mirror on the wall (who is the trashiest of them all?) - ongoing, semi-hiatus (next chapter is planned, but not yet written)

do not stand at my grave and weep - Hiatus, not abandoned (outline done)

Eastward - semi-hiatus (rough outline. I'm mostly doing this by vibes)

Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer ||

i'm so sorry - hiatus, not abandoned (outline done)

BBC Sherlock ||

That's the Tea - hiatus, might undergo rewrite (very rough outline)

Crossovers ||

Bonetrousle [BNHA/Undertale] - hiatus, not abandoned (outline semi-finished)

two birds on a wire [TCF/WMMAP] - semi-hiatus, not abandoned (outline 90% done)

The Slime Hero: Rimuru [Tensura/BNHA] - hiatus, not abandoned (vibing my way with this one)

Lunar Eclipse [MDZS/Naruto OC: cyb-by-lang's Kei] - hiatus, not abandoned

Boku no Hero Academia ||

Green Eyes - hiatus, not abandoned (outline undergoing revamp)

Naruto ||

Spider Dance - hiatus, not abandoned (thought I had the outline down but nope. Fuck you, Kishimoto)

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almaadst · 1 year

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Finished Art Raffle prize which was a fanfic cover for @tex-treasures ! A Turing of the Tides is a fanfiction in BBC Sherlock universe and it’s story about Jim Moriarty and Tex - you can find more about it HERE , please check this out and give author some love because xe is the nicest and the sweetest person I got opportunity to know! 💕✨ Other: Commission info MHA cover: Baepsae Paris PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY or OWNER PERMISSION!

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hyperbali · 2 years

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I also redrew this old chestnut... for... reasons

#my art #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes 2009 #self insert #ahem #almost exactly a 3 year difference! just a month over

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inkivaarinensart · 1 year

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Letters for Mr Holmes

It has been quite a week ™ and I am fucking exhausted, so, like any sane person, I bought a new bottle of ink, dug out my old dip pen (fun fact, it’s older than me, therefore making it an ancient artifact in itself), and started to write out what has been bugging me-

As a letter to Sherlock Holmes.

Using a dip pen and ink, writing in cursive, dating the letter, starting it with “Dear Mr. Holmes...”

I get to rant a little, and use my creativity as I tweak the facts and names a bit to fit the victorian setting, painting a boring little mystery for mr Holmes to solve while being a dramatic petty bitch. It’s free therapy, baby.

I call it “Sherlock Holmes and the Adventure of the undermining asshole coworker”

I’m definitely going to continue writing little letters to Holmes

#does this count as self-insert? do I care? No #The ink on the paper goes wheeeee #and my heart feels lighter #this was a lovely idea #letters for mr holmes #creative writing #I guess #Sherlock Holmes #granada holmes #acd holmes

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