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Chapter 17 - A Year and a Day
Vampire powers come at a cost Like a heart that’s as cold as the frost Time and time again You lose family and friends And how can you love when you’ve lost?
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A heartfelt thank you to all my dear readers!
It's never too late to start...
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WIP Wednesday : The Sibylline Book
In 2019 I wrote a short fic called The Story of Us, inspired by a line from the movie Arrival. It was an intriguing idea and good enough story, but it felt incomplete, as if I'd skipped over a lot of the best parts. I had ideas about it.
A few months later, I started writing a story called Palimpsest, but backed away from it when other things took my attention.
At some point, I realised that these two ideas were made for each other. The John from The Story of Us with the Sherlock of Palimpsest might create an interesting dynamic.
In May of 2020 I wrote Sherlock investigating the murder of Vincent Karpaty. He didn't know John yet, but John had already -- well, you'll see.
The Sibylline Book includes some of my favourite things: ancient books, manuscripts written in unknown languages, conlang nerds, cold cases, murders, Chicago, classical scholars feuding over trivial things, first meetings, a John Watson obsessively trying to read a story written eight hundred years ago, and our favourite consulting detective falling in love. Did I say murders?
And Johnlock, for sure 💕
I'm aiming for early 2026, but will give you a bit now:
Update: early 2027 (?) This is still a WIP, but getting closer! 💕
Having too much fun with it to rush, but it is coming together. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged when the time comes.
Friendly reminder: always tag me!!!
characters who crave affection but at the same time have no idea how to respond to actually receiving it due to the fact theyve rarely ever experienced it are my absolute favourite
Published LGBT Sherlock Holmes books
A list of published LGBT Sherlockian books. Most are M/M Holmes/Watson. Includes anthologies and analysis and other pairings as well.
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some people don’t deserve fanfics, much less for free.
also even if authors didn’t tag any specific warnings but they used the “creator chose not to use archive warnings” tag, then that is your warning.
“omg you should’ve —” no one forced your entitled ass to read anything. fanfic writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. if you don’t like what you’re reading, quietly leave. ao3 is not an airport. no one cares about your departure so no need to announce it.
Holmestice Posting is ON!
We are one week into a magnificent run of fic, art, vids, and more celebrating all Holmes verses
Come visit us at our ho(l)me at Dreamwidth!
And also, everyone please welcome our new member of the mod team, @bluebellofbakerstreet!
Mycroft working out that Holmes and Watson are together years before he would officially meet Watson on the newspaper.
Mycroft reading Watson's publishing in the newspaper and being uncomfortable with the amount of study and praises towards his younger brother's features.
Mycroft reading Watson voluntarily gave up his chequebook to be in Holmes' posession, giving him total financial control over it, so he could be helped for his gambling addiction.
Mycroft reading Watson carrying his revolver on cases to shoot anyone and anything when Holmes prompts him to.
Mycroft reading Watson and his younger brother spending every day together, having breakfast, attending the opera and reading books in the comfort of their home.
Mycroft reading Watson admiring his younger brother in every new edition of the newspaper as if its the first time they met all over again.
kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this
"you already left kudos here"
And??? Let me like it again??? Clearly it deserves more??
The struggle is real!
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Happy Pride!
When the Rose Speaks Its Name: A Sherlock Holmes Anthology is a collection of original writings and illustrations inspired by Sir Arthur Con
Infinifluff in June!
Next Sunday is June 14 and another round of Infinfluff is upon us.
The prompts are: grove - arbor - formal + the image above.
Alternative prompts are: orchard - landscape - oak -abundance + the image below.
Remember to tag us when you post your fluff so we can reblog it!
Let's do this!
Million by AtlinMerrick (G) It was yesterday John and Sherlock met, just yesterday.
Taste by A_Candle_For_Sherlock (G) John slowly becoming a bit more queer in how he looks...being with Sherlock lets him embrace dressing and acting how he wants to.
Outside Definition by Itsallfine (T) Sherlock has been called many things. Freak. Psychopath. Sociopath. But John knows him for real: Not just a great man, but a good one, too.
Tag by Kryptaria (G) John is forever the soldier, always presenting a neat, composed facade to the world. Only Sherlock gets to see the real John underneath.
This Kiss by suitesamba (T) Stag Night - back at 221B - in a world where Mrs. Hudson doesn't interrupt the guessing game with the client.
The Case of the Clever Conundrum by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (T) It takes a well-crafted riddle to push Sherlock and John past "Will they or won't they?" to "Oh God, yes!"
Thanks to @chocolamousse for suggesting the fic by @atlinmerrick. If you have a fun fic under 1k you’d like me to include, please drop me a line. Self-recs are encouraged!
Tags under the cut. Thanks for reblogging!
LGBTQ+ Pride in New York City, 1994
For the 25th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots in 1994, flag creator Gilbert Baker was commissioned to make the world’s largest flag. The flag took months of planning and work done by teams of volunteers. The flag utilized the basic six colors of the rainbow and measured thirty feet wide by a mile long.
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Sherlock had been gone all night.
No call, no message, no hint of where he was. John had run through every possibility, contacted Molly, called Lestrade, even in the early morning hours still hoping to find some trace of him. But there was nothing. Only that growing, dull fear in his chest he couldn’t reason away.
When Sherlock finally appeared in the doorway of 221B, he looked as if the case had spat him out. Pale, exhausted, dark shadows under his eyes, and that faintly confused expression, as if he couldn’t quite understand why John was staring at him like that.
John needed only two steps before he was standing in front of him.
“Damn it, Sherlock…” he muttered, his voice rough with relief and anger all at once. “I was worried. Don’t ever do that again. Call me. At least tell me where you are.”
Sherlock only blinked, still half lost in thought, as though he was only now beginning to grasp what his absence had done.
“John, I—”
“I love you, you idiot,” John said more quietly, gruff, almost reproachful.
Then he cupped Sherlock’s face, pulled him down toward him, and kissed him. Not hesitant, but firm, as if he needed to make sure Sherlock was truly here, warm, alive, back with him.
