#Omens On Baker Street
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Good Omens Fic Rec: Omens On Baker Street (Good Omens/BBC Sherlock Crossover Series)
The Ineffable Game Sherlock and John are no longer the only crime-solving disaster duo in London. After Sherlock unknowingly wrongs a demon, he finds himself with two mysterious rivals in the detective scene. For Crowley and Aziraphale, it's just a bit of fun, but they end up learning more about human nature than they bargained for.
London Falling It’s time to start reconnecting. It's been a long time since John and Sherlock first came face-to-face with the supernatural. Crowley and Aziraphale now spend their days bickering in the South Downs instead of London. Life seemed to be getting back to normal... Unfortunately, 'normal' is only a relative term.
Welcome Home Tulip arrives in the South Downs, and finds that starting a new life isn’t as easy as she first thought. Luckily, she now has a family to fall back on.
Length: 155,306 words (full series)
AO3 Rating: Not Rated (but basically PG13)
Best for: Pick-Me-Up, Safe in Public, Comedy
Triggers: Brief Violence
Read it here, series by WorseOmens
Personal Rant: I've been ignoring this one for months. I'm sure I'll bring it up plenty, but BBC Sherlock was my life 10 years ago. Reviewing fics on fuckyeahjohnlockfanfic was such a joy and I have so much fondness and nostalgia for that part of my past. Good Omens is the first time I've engaged in fandom at all since then. I was betrayed by Season 4, I had lost my love for fan spaces, tumblr was emptying. I moved on. But the day I finished Good Omens season two I dived headfirst back into this world. It's been nonstop every day since then for me. I started reading 2-3 fics a DAY again. I kept thinking how insane it would be to start reviewing again. But this series? Idk, I didn't think I wanted to engage with Sherlock again. I thought it'd be too weird, maybe too cringe to indulge in something I thought I "grew out" of. But since I've been working on this new review blog I thought it was time. And oh my god I can't tell you how good this felt. I feel like my Moffat induced heartbreak is starting to heal. So enough about me, let's talk about this series.
*Minor Spoilers* I'll let you guys find out for yourselves just how it happens, but let's say eventually Sherlock and John team up with Aziraphale and Crowley. The first series is set just after the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, and in Sherlock canon in between S1 and S2. The second installment is set post S4 of Sherlock. I am overwhelmed by how much I enjoyed this series. I had assumed I knew how this would go. I thought it was going to be a predictable checklist of crossover tropes. My eyes were practically rolling before I gave this a chance. I wanted to hate it, maybe to prove that I was totally over my past love of Sherlock. But its good. It's entertaining, it's surprising, it's funny, it makes sense.
This is mostly a Good Omens story. If you were never that into Sherlock you'll mostly be able to follow along fine, but I'm not sure the opposite is true. Crowley and Aziraphale are sickeningly in love, and I ate it up. Their relationship is established by the time this starts, but it's been maybe a year (?) since the Notcalypse. John and Sherlock are firmly in their canon of "I'm not his date". I can't spoil it for you, you'll have to see yourself, but how John reacts to Aziraphale just took me out. I was shocked. I had to walk around for a bit. It was unexpected, bold, I wanted to hate it and I loved it. It shouldn't have made sense! Moving on before I spoil...I just can't believe that this series took all the assumptions I had about the rapport between all of them and just chucked them out. Characterizations are all amazing, though I feel Sherlock's presence was a little quiet at times. I feel like he should have noticed more was off sooner than he does. But that can all be explained by supernatural interference so I don't really care too much. This plays with Sherlock canon in such a way that's just like, oh totally that actually makes perfect sense. And it's so smart to skip over past plot lines that it knows we're familiar with. We don't need to go over scenes we all have ingrained in our memories, let's enjoy the story happening right now. And it handles S4 so well. The thing that ruined Sherlock for a lot of people. It's not waved away, but just moved on from and brings Rosie into the second series.
I could spend days in this combined universe. I love the banter between Crowley and Aziraphale. They’re also very Gomez and Morticia here. Very secure in their relationship and madly in love. Extremely possessive Crowley, so expect some fun moments with that. Protective of each other, but also have complete trust in the other’s ability. I love their clumsy half hearted attempts at being human and that it completely goes over everyone's heads. Come on Sherlock! Cosmo and Wanda aint slick!! It's fun and silly. It's the kind of fanfic that makes your cheeks hurt from smiling too much. But it's not shallow. It has some excellent insight. Even though Sherlock and John are not the stars here, they still get their moments to shine. In the second installment there is a line about their bond being foraged not in the danger of their lives but in the quiet and gentle in-between and I wanted to cry. It was so healing for my broken Johnlock heart.
This post is much too long already. If you are a fan of both series, just do me a solid and read it. I just know you'll like it. Embrace the silly, warm your heart with the rest, and enjoy it. It's completely safe for public, but it was incredibly annoying to have to keep walking away from it. My next read will be at home, and very soon.
Read it here, series by WorseOmens
#good omens#good omens fanfiction#good omens fanfic#fanfic rec#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#sherlock#bbc sherlock#johnlock#johnlock fanfic#sherlock fanfic#crossover#long#pick me up#safe in public#comedy#parent#non human au#Omens On Baker Street#WorseOmens#faves of the blog
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I had a crazy Good Omens dream!
Aziraphale and Crowley were confronted by hell and heaven due to them stopping the apocalypse. They were like in a flat when Beelzebub and Gabriel (and a few others) went into the flat. And they were like "You need to die now for defying us" and Crowley was like wait, wait, wait isn't there another way we could make this up to you guys? And Gabriel and Beelzebub just looked at each other and said "Community work" and the next fucking scene was Aziraphale and Crowley scrubbing some graffiti of some walls!!!! Like just in plain ole' London, they were cleaning graffitis.
And then the dream became a bit less clear but I'm pretty sure they held hands often when they walked to the next graffiti and Crowley constantly told people that Aziraphale was his boyfriend. Oh and he saw a graffiti that said "The Duke of hell shags the Archangel" and he started fake vomiting like a kid would when their parents kiss while Aziraphale laughed next to him.
#good omens#anthony j crowley#Aziraphale#ineffable husbands#crowley#i swear to god if i hadnt woken up they wouldve shagged in their little apartment that looked suspiciously close to 221b baker street#im sure of it
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hello hello! I was wondering if you had any winged aus tucked away? the latest post I could find (though goodness knows tumblr’s search feature is iffy) was from 2019 and I was curious about an updated list if it isn’t too much trouble!
Hey Lovely!
You are correct, it's been a LONG time since I've put a new list together... I don't have any new personal recs (been a LONG time since I've read them), so what I'm going to do is do a tag search on my MFL list and put together a nice fresh list of fics suggested to me by you guys! Please note that I have NOT read any of the fics on this list so I'm probably wrong somewhere, LOL. They're not ALL winglock, for sure, but if anyone has anything relevant that they can add to this list, please do! Enjoy!
WINGLOCK / ANGELS / DEMONS Pt. 2 (MFLs)
See also:
Winglock / Angels / Demons (Updated Apr 2022)
Sherlock x Good Omens Crossovers (Updated Apr 2022)
The Detective and the Demon by oreganotea (G, 2,389 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural Elements || Pre-Slash, Urban Fantasy, Demons, Humour, Friendship) – “Every demon on record is described as either monstrously terrifying or breathtakingly beautiful,” Sherlock says. “I have never heard of a demon with a forgettable face and a propensity for ugly jumpers.” The demon looks down at his jumper. Okay, so it might not be the most flattering article of clothing in the world, but it sure looks a hell of a lot more comfortable than Sherlock’s two-sizes-too-small shirt.
The Babadook by CatieBrie (T, 6,886 w., 1 Ch. || Babadook Fusion || Post-TRF, Horror, Demonic Possession, Violence, Halloween, Grief, Angst with Happy Ending) – “A children’s book,” John mutters as he flips it open. The pages are scrawled with beautiful charcoal lines and thick black ink. The cover, bright red, edges the open pages and something tugs at the back of John’s brain. It’s a familiar feeling, black and tarrish and thick in his thoughts. He shakes it off and picks the book up off his bed, turning so that he can sit on the edge and spread the book out across his knees. If it’s in a word or it’s in a look, you can’t get rid of the Babadook. He turns the page, ignoring the pressure building beneath his chest. There’s a closet on one page; paper doors meant to be opened by the reader flutter as John reads the text on the other page.
In The Arms Of The Angel by Watermelonsmellinfellon (M, 8,585 w., 3 Ch. || Fallen Angel AU || Friendship, Angels/Wings, BAMF John, Trust, Fluff, Romance, Eventual Happy Ending) – The human population possesses the ability to grow feathers from their spines, but less than even five million at a time ever actually grow any. A feather for a life. Every life saved, earned a feather. The feathers would overlap each other, until there was finally enough to create a wing and if some were lucky, two wings.
The Soldier And The Demon by LipstickDaddy (G, 8,998 w., 6 Ch. || Victorian / Demon AU || Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Soldier John, Demon Sherlock, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, Protective Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Johnlock/Kuroshitsuji AU - 1879. Captain John H Watson of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers is dying from a near-fatal gunshot wound in the Kandahar desert; until a demon saves his life. There’s a catch, though; one day, his saviour will eat his soul.
You Don't Need Wings to Fly by Laiquilasse (T, 11,326 w., 11 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Bullying, Angels, Suicidal Ideation, Christmas) – John, an angel, is sent from Heaven to help a desperate Sherlock Holmes by showing him what life would have been like if he had never existed.
Tattered by SrebrnaFH (M, 15,857 w., 6 Ch. || Winglock || Family, Childhood, Society, Abuse, Electricity, Hurt John / Sherlock, Protective John, No Smut, Bullying, Sudden Relationship Change) – John visits Baker Street without any warning and gets an eyeful.
On Feathers and Bacon Sandwiches by Kryptaria(T, 21,092 w., 8 Ch. || Winglock AU || Demon John, Asexual Sherlock) – No one has ever stayed with Sherlock longer than a month. At least, no human. Fortunately, John Watson isn't about to let the little things - like biohazardous experiments and the constant threat of danger - get in the way of his friendship with a very special, very brilliant man like Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Feathers 'verse
The 13th Book by meet_me_in_samarra (T, 24,491 w., 13 Ch. || Magical Realism Winglock AU || Enemies to Friends, Friendship, Witty Banter, Interspecies Bromance, Demon Sherlock) – Summoning a demon was actually quite simple if you could avoid getting killed in the process. Therefore, only the powerful, the desperate or the stupid would attempt it. John Watson was likely the first, definitely the second but hopefully not one of the third kind.
This Is Family by SaraStarchild (T, 39,840 w., 16 Ch. || Hereditary AU || Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Demonic Possession, POV Third Person Limited, Protective Mycroft, Cults, Mycroft Whump, Sherlock Whump, Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Retelling) – When the Holmes family's secretive mother and matriarch, Ellen Holmes, passes away, the family she leaves behind – father Martin, sons Mycroft and Sherlock, and daughter Eurus – begins to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry. The more they discover, the more they find themselves trying to outrun the sinister fate they seem to have inherited. This is, pretty much, a word-for-word retelling of the 2018 Ari Aster film, Hereditary. Part 1 of Sherlock Halloween Stories
Though the brightest fell by BeMyGoldfish (M, 41,243 w., 7 Ch. || Celestial AU || Post THoB, Soulmates, Guardian Angels, Demons, Mystrade, Background Johnlock) – In his office, Mycroft (the Archangel) tries to recruit Greg (the ‘ex-angel’ mortal) on a celestial mission to save Sherlock from what he wants most. "This is some elaborate joke cooked up by your brother as revenge for me not asking him to help on the Islington Exsanguinations, isn't it? How did he get you in on it, Mycroft? Did he hide your trouser press? Or threaten to expose your secret ciggie habit to your mum? This isn't funny. It's weird and obscure, but it is not funny.”
Trapped by Gem_Gem & harrylee94 (M, 41,311 w., 3 Ch. || Demon John AU || Demon John, Mild Gore, POV Sherlock, Mild Homophobic Language, Kiss, Bonding) – During his most recent case, Sherlock finds himself in the hands of the very people he had been trying to pursue. This mistake lands him in a cell, already occupied by a strange man who calls himself John. But who is John? And why does he look so... hungry? Part 3 of the Bonded by Words Stories series
Murderous Imprint by MojoFlower (E, 52,634 w., 24 Ch. || Winglock || Organ Theft, Imprinting, First Kiss / Time, Whump, Torture, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Case Fic, Magical Realism) – Sherlock should be focusing on the series of brutal vivisections Lestrade has brought to him. Instead he's distracted by a most amazing and unexpected experimental opportunity from the basement apartment of 221C. Will he figure out the one in time to stop the other? And does he need help in order to do it? Part 1 of the Hatch series
Not English But Angels by orphan_account (E, 203,251 w., 15 Ch. || Twisted Canon, Slow Burn, First Kiss/Time, Minor Character Death) – A sort-of canon, sort-of AU fic in which I twist and supplement canon to weave it into a new story in which Sherlock and John come from different worlds and nothing is quite what it seems.
WORKS IN PROGRESS
The Posthumous Game by S_IRIS (E, 58,695+ w., 12/19 Ch. || WiP || Supernatural Elements AU || S4 Fix It, Crack, Humour, Fluff, Demonic Possession, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss/Time, Sherlock Whump, Hurt Comfort, Hallucinations) – A Season 4 fix-it fic where Jim Moriarty really is dead but comes back as a demon to haunt Sherlock. The only problem is Jim is a total newbie at demonic possession so he tries to make-do and ends up making Johnlock happen. Only, it doesn’t happen the way you’d think.
Hellfire by HarleysCompass (E, 66,660+ w., 19/? Ch. || WiP || Fallen Angel AU || Biblical References, BAMF John, Sexual Content, Fallen Angel John) – In 1880 Dr. John H. Watson dies on foreign soil. The next thing he knows he's wandering the planes of Heaven. After betraying God, John is cast out, employed by the devil, and protecting a sociopath of a human with a penchant for trouble and pissing off Angels.
#steph replies#johnlock fic recs#winglock fics#angels and demons#supernatural fics#magical realism fics#my fic recs#marked for later fics#wip fics
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All the good omens things I've been doing since s2, just wanted to throw them back out because I wanna refresh myself or smt
ALSO ARTISTS, DO NOT FEEL ASHAMED TO REBLOG YOUR OWN CREATIONS
I didn't want to because I felt like it was ungrateful of me, almost as if I was saying 'the notes I have on these posts aren't enough, give more' but I saw a post that made me feel much better about it, I'll try and find it 🏃♀️
Oopsie!omens fanart!! (a reverse AU comic made by @asleepyy if u haven't seen it already absolutely check it out its AMAZINGGG)
My baby Azazel WAA
A little comic of Jophiel and Azazel
MORE SKRUNKLY AZAZEL andddd a snakey jophiel
Jophiel confused and sad and loving a teeny teeny Azazel
Good Omens TV fanart (mostly goodomentober)
Drawing of Angelic Crowley and teeny Azi :D
Angel!Crowley and Aziraphale, among the stars
Crowley falling from heaven :(
A funny poster on the walls of Hell
Teeny tiny Azi being sad and alone in Heaven
THE BENTLEY!!
Az.Fell & Co
Give Me Coffee Or Give Me Death
Fanfics, or should I say fanficlets??
Fishing, a fanficlet I wanna continue
A teeny ficlet
An even teenier ficlet
Thats all lol
Please everyone, if you see art you like, or a fanfic, a fanart please reblog! Liking posts is amazing but reblogging is the thing that really helps artists and spreads their amazing work around and i love love LOVE it when ppl reblog my art with supportive tags its literally so lovely and gives me motivation so tysm everyone!
Talking about supporting artists, here are a few amazing art creators and fanfic writers that really inspire me, their content is awesome check them out if you have the time :D
@asleepyy @actual-changeling @ineffable-baker-street @dec-d @gleafer @ppaemeu4 @chalktwins
Theyre super awesome! Thank you for reading my ramblings, and (if you did) checking out my creations i linked lol
Have a great day and support the artists!
#good omens#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#aziracrow#good omens fanart#good omens fanfiction#artists appreciation post#support the artists!#can i get a wahoo
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The Contestants
Cherik (Professor X/Magneto) - X-Men
Fuffy (Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers) - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Megop (Optimus Prime/Megatron) - Transformers
Curtwen (Curt Mega/Owen Carvour) - Spies are Forever
Thoschei (The Doctor/The Master) - Doctor Who
Perryshmirtz (Perry the Platypus/Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz) - Phineas and Ferb
Catradora (Adora/Catra) - She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Soukoku (Osamu Dazai/Chuuya Nakahara) - Bungo Stray Dogs
c!TnTDuo (c!Quackity/c!Wilbur Soot) - Dream SMP
Spy/Supervillain - Genghis Khan by Miike Snow
Batman/Joker - Lego Batman
Wrightworth (Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth) - Ace Attorney
Batjokes (Batman/Joker) - Batman
Lawlight (L/Light Yagami) - Death Note
Bowiugi (Bowser/Luigi) - Mario
Stanarrator (Narrator/Stanley) - The Stanley Parable
Kidlaw (Eustass Kid/Trafalgar Law) - One Piece
Shuake (Goro Akechi/Akira Kurusu) - Persona 5
Cuttletavio (Craig Cuttlefish/DJ Octavio) - Splatoon
Gethan (Rupert Giles/Ethan Rayne) - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Zosan (Roronoa Zoro/Sanji) - One Piece
ChellDOS (Chell/GLaDOS) - Portal
Jesus Christ/Judas Iscariot - The New Testament
Gwensuzie (Gwen Cooper/Suzie Costello) - Torchwood
Krisnix (Phoenix Wright/Kristoph Gavin) - Ace Attorney
Griffguts (Guts/Griffith) - Berserk
Hannigram (Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter) - Hannibal
Ghiralink (Ghirahim/Link) - Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword
Valvert (Javert/Jean Valjean) - Les Miserables
Abestache (Detective Abe Lincoln/Wilford Warfstache) - Markiplier Cinematic Universe
Sasunaru (Naruto/Sasuke) - Naruto
Jedediah/Octavius - Night at the Museum
Nami/Kalifa - One Piece
Gabv1el (V1/Gabriel) - Ultrakill
Kazumaji (Kazuma Kiryu/Goro Majima) - Yakuza
Zukka (Zuko/Sokka) - Avatar: The Last Airbender
Ineffable Husbands (Aziraphale/Crowley) - Good Omens
Billford (Bill Cipher/Stanford Pines) - Gravity Falls
Evelyn Deavor/Elastigirl - Incredibles 2
Jennifer Check/Needy Lesnicki - Jennifer’s Body
Kigo (Kim Possible/Shego) - Kim Possible
Sportarobbie (Sportacus/Robbie Rotten) - Lazy Town
Swan Queen (Emma Swan/Regina Mills) - Once Upon a Time
Hardenshipping (Magma Leader Maxie/Aqua Leader Archie) -Pokemon OmegaRuby and AlphaSapphire
Westley/Inigo Montoya - Princess Bride
Sonadow (Sonic/Shadow) - Sonic the Hedgehog
Plabs (Plankton/Mr. Krabs) - SpongeBob SquarePants
Kylux (General Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren) - Star Wars
Johnchurch (Merle Highchurch/John Hunger) - The Adventure Zone: Balance
Basigan (Professor Ratigan/Basil of Baker Street) - The Great Mouse Detective
LonelyEyes (Elias Buchard/Peter Lukas) - The Magnus Archives
Johnjack (Jack Harkness/John Hart) - Torchwood
Blicy (Bloom/Icy) - Winx Club
Riddlebat (Batman/The Riddler) - Batman comics
Shin Soukoku (Atsushi Nakajima/Ryuunosuke Akutagawa) - Bungo Stray Dogs
Snowbaz (Baz Pitch/Simon Snow) - Carry On
Komahina (Nagito Komaeda/Hajime Hinata) - Danganronpa
Wonder Woman/Cheetah - DC
Spamvil (Jevil/Spamton) - Deltarune
Rk1000 (Connor/Markus) - Detroit: Become Human
John McClane/Hans Gruber - Die Hard
Fenders (Fenris/Anders) - Dragon Age 2
Vegekaka (Goku/Vegeta) - Dragon Ball Z
Rapple (Apple White/Raven Queen) - Ever After High
Billdip (Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines) - Gravity Falls
Radiostatic (Vox/Alastor) - Hazbin Hotel
Sirdust (Angel Dust/Sir Pretious) - Hazbin Hotel
Fengqing (Feng Xin/Mu Qing) - Heaven Official’s Blessing
Blitzer (Blitzø/Striker) - Helluva Boss
Martha May Whovier/Betty Lou Who - How the Grinch Stole Christmas
ZaDr (Zim/Dib) - Invader Zim
Sarumi (Fushimi Saruhiko/Yata Misaki) - K Project
Metadede (King Dedede/Meta Knight) - Kirby
Gandalf/Sauron - Lord of the Rings
Island Husbands (Ben Linus/John Locke) - Lost
Metromind (Megamind/Metro Man) - Megamind
Sherliam (Sherlock Holmes/William James Moriarty) - Moriarty the Patriot
Bujeet (Buford/Bajeet) - Phineas and Ferb
Grovyle/Dusknoir - Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time, Darkness, and Sky
Shassie (Shawn Spencer/Carlton “Lassie” Lassiter) - Psych
Rayaari (Raya/Namaari) - Raya and the Last Dragon
Tycutio (Mercutio/Tybalt) - Romeo and Juliet
Sherliam (Sherlock Holmes/James Moriarty) - Sherlock
Obikin (Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi) - Star Wars
Obimaul (Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul) - Star Wars
Oncelax (The Onceler/The Lorax) - The Lorax
Owen Harper/Mark Lynch - Torchwood
Lord Hater/Wander - Wander Over Yonder
Gelphie (Elphaba/Galinda) - Wicked
Cruellanita (Cruella de Vil/Anita) - 101 Dalmations
Angelo Lagusa/Nero Vanetti - 91 Days
Discotrain (The Conductor/DJ Grooves) - A Hat in Time
Klapollo (Klavier Gavin/Apollo Justice) - Ace Attorney
Wrightdot (Godot/Phoenix Wright) - Ace Attorney
Kaneda/Tetsuo - Akira
Sydney Bristow/Lauren Reed - Alias
Ellen Ripley/The Xenomorph - Alien
Zadison (Zoe Benson/Madison Montgomery) - American Horror Story: Coven
Sterling Archer/Barry Dylan - Archer
Y’all (The Poll Takers)/Me (The Poll Maker) - askeletonwar
Just Walk Out!/Papyrus - askeletonwar
Londo Mollari/G’kar - Babylon 5
Rampage/Depth Charge - Beast Wars: Transformers
Pinariz (Riz/Pina) - Beastars
Kunieda Aoi/Hildegarde - Beezlebub
Sebagrell (Grell/Sebastian) - Black Butler
Gus Fring/Walter White - Breaking Bad
Spangel (Spike/Angel) - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Spuffy (Spike/Buffy) - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Winteriron (Tony Stark/The Winter Soldier) - Captain America: Civil War
Stucky (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes) - Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Carulia (Carmen Sandiego/Julia Argent) - Carmen Sandiego
Macavity/Munkustrap - Cats (1998)
Caius Marcius Coriolanus/Tullus Aufidius - Coriolanus
Dean Pelton/Dean Spreck - Community
Shadowghast (Caleb Widogast/Essek Thelyss) - Critical Role
Blumentrio (Caleb Widogast/Eadwulf Grieve/Astrid Becke) -Critical Role
Theopin (Lapin Cadbury/Sir Theobald Gumbar) - D20: A Crown of Candy
Hero/Villain - dannyphantom.exe
Clex (Superman/Lex Luthor) - DC
Babsquinn (Batgirl/Harley Quinn) - DC
Seavil (Jevil/Seam) - Deltarune
Rengoku Kyoujurou/Akaza - Demon Slayer
Mal/Uma - Descendants
Reed800 (Connor/Gavin Reed) - Detroit: Become Human
Ryokira (Akira/Ryo) - Devilman
Maxwil (Maxwell/Wilson) - Don't Starve
Nikki/Mackenzie - Dork Diaries
Gell/Frisky - Dot X
Dr. Horrible/Captain Hammer - Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
Count Dracula/Jonathan Harker - Dracula
Joan Watson/Jamie Moriarty - Elementary
Zerxus Ilerez/Asmodeus - Exandria Unlimited: Calamity
Gratsu (Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster) - Fairy Tail
Gary/John - Faith
Peter Griffin/The Chicken - Family Guy
John Crichton/Scorpius - Farscape
Emiya Archer/Cu Chulainn - Fate Stay Night
Angeal Hewley/Genesis Rhapsodos/Sephiroth - Final Fantasy VII
Cidnero (Nero tol Scaeva/Cid Garlond) - Final Fantasy XIV
Willry (Henry Emily/William Afton) - Five Nights at Freddy’s
Victor Frankenstein/The Monster - Frankenstein
Cure Peach/Eas - Fresh Pretty Cure!
Haikaveh (Alhaitham/Kaveh) - Genshin Impact
Sugio (Sugimoto/Ogata) - Golden Kamuy
Nygmobblepot (Edward Nygma/Oswald Cobblepot) - Gotham
Mabifica (Mabel Pines/Pacifica Northwest) - Gravity Falls
Kagehina (Hinata/Kageyama) - Haikyuu!
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'David Tennant had it all. As the tenth Doctor he was a fan-favourite with a run of episodes that reached more than 13 million viewers in the UK – a record for the modern revival of Doctor Who, which almost rivalled its 1970s heyday. He left on his own terms in 2010 rather than being shoved aside for a younger, cooler star (in fact, the BBC wanted him to stay longer). His legacy set him up for lucrative convention appearances and fan worship for life, while his post-Who career is flourishing. So why risk it all by returning?
“I hadn’t thought about it like that,” Tennant laughs. “Thank God I made it to this point! It never really occurred to me to worry about that. Perhaps it should have done…but with Catherine [Tate] being part of it, and with Russell [T Davies] writing the scripts, I never actually worried about anything other than my own ability to run as fast as I used to.”
In fairness, while the return of old favourites to a stage they’ve vacated can sometimes tarnish a legacy, Tennant’s Doctor is a special case. Apart from Tom Baker, it’s hard to think of a Doctor Who star who so captured the public’s imagination. At the height of his career on the show, Tennant was plastered on magazine covers and lunchboxes; he was accosted in the street. In 2009, he was the BBC’s Christmas ident. By the time he left, aged 39, one suspects he could have been reading the phone book to a Dalek and viewers would still have tuned in.
Happily this comeback, announced to great fanfare last year, is a little more involved than that. “The first conversation we had about it was very casual,” Tennant recalls. “Russell and Catherine were talking about the notion of: ‘What if we got the band back together for one last special? But David would never do it.’ And I said, ‘What do you mean I’d never do it? I’d do it in a shot. And then suddenly, we were back for three in a row.
“I mean, why not?” he laughs. “It was such a joyous time, and these are people I love as humans, and certainly love as people to work with. And Doctor Who is something that will always be hugely important to me.”
In fact, there’s a case to be made that the 52-year-old Tennant – who’s speaking to us the day after his birthday, ever committed to the show – never really left Doctor Who behind in the first place. Yes, he’s had many successes since – Broadchurch, Good Omens, Des, Marvel’s Jessica Jones and Staged to name but a few – but he’s always kept a foot in the TARDIS door. After all, it was just three years after his dramatic regeneration that he teamed up with his successor Matt Smith for 2013’s 50th-anniversary special.
“I was sort of a member of the guest cast on that, because it was Matt’s show,” says Tennant now. “It’s different when you’re in charge of the TARDIS again. There’s a lot more work to do. I remember on the 50th, going, ‘Oh, this is easy. I used to have to learn far more lines than this!’”
Two years after that, Tennant was back headlining his own Doctor Who stories for a series of audio dramas co-starring – and this sounds familiar – ex-companion Catherine Tate. He’s kept playing the Doctor that way ever since, lending his voice to audio plays and (more recently) video games starring his character.
The Doctor even looms large in Tennant’s personal life. He married a guest actor on the series – Georgia Moffett, who appeared in a 2008 episode with him – which means his father-in-law is former fifth Doctor Peter Davison. He also has a police box cut-out in his garden. Given all this, it’s hard to imagine why Davies and Tate thought this on-screen return would be a hard sell.
“The truth is, it’s a rather lovely, benevolent, generous thing to be connected with. I love it. I always have, and I’m sure I always will,” says Tennant. “I grew up with posters on my wall signed by Tom Baker. It’s very peculiar that I should end up in the show that was, to a greater or lesser extent, the thing that inspired me to be in the profession I’m in.
“It runs through my life as if through a stick of rock, really. As you say, I met my wife on the set of Doctor Who, and I’m now a father. I’ve given up trying to resist the inevitability that Doctor Who will be following me around for the rest of time.”
Instead, he’s embraced it. So, this week he returns as the Doctor on BBC1 – but not the same one he played before. Originally, Tennant says the plan was for him and Tate to return for the anniversary in a flashback episode, set during their shared 2008 series and with a storyline completely different from the specials as they now exist.
“It would have been an unseen adventure from years before,” he says. “Russell immediately had an idea for a story, which I’m not going to mention because I don’t think it’s yet seen the light of day. It certainly wouldn’t have been part of an ongoing story. But I hope one day he does use it because it sounded great.”
But Davies’s return to the BBC fold as the new Who showrunner changed everything. “Then Russell decided he was coming back full-time and the whole thing blossomed,” says Tennant. Suddenly, the one-off had turned into a trio of specials for Doctor Who’s 60th anniversary.
Davies tells me later: “It was simply as many episodes as David and Catherine could do. If they had said, ‘We’ve got time to make 12,’ we would have made 12. If they had said, ‘We’ve got time to make one,’ then we’d have made one. But I think a one-off would have been a disappointment.”
And it was a flashback no longer. Instead, Tennant plays a new (and official) incarnation of the Doctor that follows on from his younger self and the Doctors that came after – Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi and Jodie Whittaker – in a way that’s woven into the story of the specials (titled The Star Beast, Wild Blue Yonder and The Giggle).
“That’s part of what the Doctor himself is struggling with: why is he here?” says Tennant. “Why has he got this face back, and what might that mean? Though you’re still in a recognisably Doctor Who world, and I think that’s right and proper,” he adds. “It gets you back into those stories that you know and love and recognise, with some elements in there that are unexpected.”
In particular, he says that the second and third specials go in unusual directions. “With two and three, Russell has written Doctor Who like I have never seen it before,” he reveals. “He’s come back to it with a whole new raft of ideas and enthusiasm. I’m just very chuffed to be able to be part of that.”
But of course, he’s not going to be part of it for long. Davies describes Tennant’s new incarnation as a “Magnesium Doctor” – in other words, he burns brightly but not for long – because at the end of the third special, airing on 9 December, he’ll regenerate into new Doctor Ncuti Gatwa. The 31-year-old Sex Education star takes over for the Christmas special, followed by a full series next year (and beyond – he’s already filming episodes that will be shown in 2025).
“I have seen a bit of Ncuti, and he’s magnificent,” Tennant says. “He’s just got such an energy. He’s so creative, and he’s inventive, and he’s funny, and he’s a proper actor. I think he’s going to be great.
“I’ve met Millie Gibson [new companion Ruby], and she seems lovely, too. I haven’t got a chance to see any of her stuff yet, but they seem great together. I’m jealous of the adventure they’ve got in front of them.”
When asked if he has any advice for his successor, Tennant seems vaguely horrified – “What would I say? I mean, literally, what would I say?” I suggest he might prepare Gatwa to return in about 18 years. “Well, he’s young,” Tennant laughs. “He’ll get into the 100th anniversary, probably. I don’t know if I’ll make it that far. Though if I can keep running fast enough –
I don’t know. I never imagined that I would be sitting there for the 60th anniversary, talking about three specials we’d made. This show continues to surprise everyone involved with it.”
Still, it must be hard to hand over the TARDIS so soon after getting hold of it again. Was there a moment, just for a second, where he thought about snatching back the sonic screwdriver, barricading the studio and staying on for a full series?
Even as a lifelong fan, he says not. “It was never on the table,” Tennant says firmly. “The story – well, as soon as I start to talk about this, we get into the area of spoilers, so I’m not going to say any more. All I know is that I’m excited and jealous of everything that Ncuti has in front of him. And I can’t wait to enjoy it as a viewer, because I think he’s magnificent.”
He laughs. “I think they thought, ‘Let the old man run around for a minute – and then we’ll get a nice, young bloke in.’ ”'
#David Tennant#Millie Gibson#Ncuti Gatwa#Catherine Tate#Donna Noble#60th Anniversary#The Day of the Doctor#Matt Smith#Russell T. Davies#Georgia Moffett#Ruby Sunday#Tom Baker#Good Omens#Broadchurch#Des#Marvel's Jessica Jones#Staged#Peter Davison#Peter Capaldi#Jodie Whittaker#The Star Beast#Wild Blue Yonder#The Giggle
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Who would the cast of your Darkwing Duck series dress up as for Halloween?
I'm really sorry for the delay in answering this ask! I've been very busy these last few weeks ><'
But I really liked this question, so I wanted to even draw the answers about Geronimo's group costumes!
First Negaduck:
He would normally just stick to his villain costume, but @rebellingstagnationblog made him a Good Omens fan, so he would rock a Crowley costume
Drake would disguise himself as detective Basil from Baker Street. This more than anything because in Unstoppable I stated that he is a fan of the detective (reason for the statuette in his house). His other two costume options were taken by Gosalyn and Max^^'
Gosalyn would dress up as Darkwing Duck, both to annoy Negaduck, and because her father is still her favorite hero.
Launchpad obviously can't disguise himself as DW because Gos stole his idea, so he would ask Gyro for a very well made costume of the latest version of Gizmoduck's armor…. Yep, Drake would NOT like this betrayal at all^ ^'
Max would dress up as the best singer in history, Powerline, and Goofy would dress up as a cute pumpkin (it was hard to think of a costume for Goofy, because he brightens up any scary costume, so it had to be something cute)
Now, for little Tim….
Yup, a Mini-Negaduck! (Grandpa Goofy made it for him^^)
I really liked this question! (and I apologize again for being late, but I had little time and I wanted to make some good drawings^^')
#darkwing duck#drake mallard#gosalyn#gosalyn mallard#negaduck#quiverwing quack#max#goof#goofy#disney goofy#geronimo#rebellingstagnationblog#geronimoseries#oc#parody#ao3 fanfic#darkwing duck oc#halloween
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ok I finally made Samson's card for @bareee @tav-dex !!!!!
These are his starting lvl 1 cantrips and spells
Class Action - Bardic Inspiration
Race Cantrip - Chill Touch
Bard Cantrips - Vicious Mockery & Blade Ward
Spells - Cure Wounds, Healing Word, Speak with Animals, & Dissonant Whispers
with each level up the cantrips, spells, and abilities he gains fall under healing and necromancy
Screenshots and summarized backstory & fun facts below the cut!
and some cute screenshots from his and Gale's weave date 🥰
Short Backstory:
Samson was born in Elmwood, south of the Moonsea, to a sun elf woman named Thalia and human man named Lonán. His father was a nature domain cleric of Lathander and his mother was a light domain cleric of Kelemvor, but by the time they settled and had Sam they were just simple village bakers. When Samson was 7 his father succumbed to his lifelong battle with a chronic illness (in modern terms it would be autoimmune vasculitis), and after 4 years of grieving him, Sam's mother decided to follow Lonán into the afterlife.
After his mother's death he was sent to Calimport to live under the care of his maternal Uncle and his wife; they weren't horribly abusive, never raising a hand at him, but they did not approve of his desire to study medicine and necromancy and instead tried to force him into the family business of heavily corrupt politics. Sam obviously was not thrilled with this life prospect and decided, after a year of living with them, to make a mad dash for Waterdeep.
At age 12 he stowed away on a ship in the harbor and was allowed to sail with them for 3 years, departing in the City of Splendors at 15 after making lifelong friends of the crew and gaining the necessary skills that enabled him to survive alone on the streets in Waterdeep. After being a transient for half a year he met Odette, the cranky duergar monk who let him crash on her couch as payment for healing up her infected amputated leg. It was always supposed to be a temporary living situation but, whether she wanted to admit it or not, the kid lit up her dreary life like nothing else and she basically just kept him as the younger brother she never had.
It was just the two of them for 15 years since meeting until one night when Samson happened upon a roughed up noble in the alley outside his and Odette's flat. Wren, a human sorcerer who couldn't have been older than 21, was more than happy to let Samson heal them and assured the half-elf and duergar that they would be paid handsomely if they allowed the noble to stay with them for just a week as there were some "unsavory types" looking for them... unsavory types who happened to bear their family's crest. Sam and Odette did not bother questioning it.
So a week came and went, then another, and another, and Wren just never really left. Samson was thrilled to have made a friend and roommate while Odette was just happy to have extra help with the expenses. They were an unwavering, unbreakable dynamic trio for five more years until they got snatched up in the street by the Nautiloid.
*so basically in my head Samson, Odette, and Wren were all out in Waterdeep when the Mindflayers attacked and all got snatched up at the same time, escaped together with Shadowheart & Lae'zel, and are running around the world as the wavering falling-apart-at-the-seams dynamic trio
**sorry if the inclusion of Wren and Odette in this was confusing it's just cuz they play an important role in Samson's life and I would be posting about them a lot like with Sam but I just haven't played as them or my dark urge Lior yet cuz I'm still rocking with my slow af first playthrough
***if anyone cares cuz they all exist together during the events of the game Samson is romancing Gale, Odette romances Karlach, Wren romances Halsin, and Lior the dark urge is aroace in game but in my mind him and Gortash get to have a Good Omens season 2 Gabriel and Beelzebub style romance ending where they just kinda fuck off to the Caribbean post Netherbrain
Fun Facts About Samson Silversten!
he's a really good baker but can't cook for shit
he's ambidextrous
his dad Lonán was Irish so Sam has an Irish accent; he sounds like Hozier both speaking and singing (lemme live in delulu land okay???)
he knows four languages: Common, Elvish, Gaelic, and Common Sign Language
can usually be found engrossed in a necromantic tome or copying medical illustrations into his personal journal
he's autistic (me when I project onto my OCs) in a resting bitch face, deadpan, lackluster reactions unless it's something he's really passionate about way
can get frustrated with tasks easily and go temporarily non-verbal; he never lockpicks, it's gotten to the point if they happen upon something locked Astarion will just rifle through Samson's bag and take his thieves tools without asking to avoid him getting upset
he's tall and thin and gangly as hell (think Julian Devorak physique)
he has heterochromia, his right eye (your left) is brown while his left eye (your right) is a golden hazel
he's demisexual homoromantic (i.e. can only feel sexually attracted to people he knows well and is romantically attracted to, only feels romantic attraction for men)
he loves going for early morning swims and can hold his breath for a concerning amount of time
the skills he picked up on The Daybreaker (the ship he stowed away on) were knot tying, star navigation, fishing, sailing, and basic sword fighting
he has several nicknames; everyone calls him Samson or Sam, Wren calls him Freckles (affectionately, they love him so much), when they're married Gale calls him Sunlight or Sunshine, Captain Aamiina of The Daybreaker calls him her guri dambeys, but the only person alive allowed to call him Sammy is Odette
he's not as hairy as Gale but he has body hair on his arms, legs, chest, and happy trail
he's absolutely covered in freckles, the ones in areas often exposed to the sun darker than the rest; has 100% said something cheesy along the lines of "you shouldn't kiss me, I don't need more freckles" to imply the person he's saying it to is an angel
wow that sure was a lot I am so sorry have these screenshots of Samson looking directly into the camera like he's on The Office as a departing gift!
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Back to The Bubble
(Dieter x horror loving female)
Words: 3, 077
Summary: you and Dieter go to England for the filming of his latest project, but he must face an old fear
Warnings: oh boy, do I put Dieter through the wringer!
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You looked at you list again; you were sure you had packed everything but felt safe checking one more time. You and Dieter were going to England for a two month shoot on a short film.
FOUR was being directed by notorious auteur director Ryan; pronounced rhee ahn, and anyone who pronounced it wrong would be fired immediately. This was the second in his trilogy of short films based on MacBeth and most people would amputate their left arm to have a small part in one his films, even though he had a certain reputation. You helped Dieter with his lines, and it had been a while since you read the play at school, but this was very different to what the bard wrote.
This was also the first overseas trip you and Dieter would be taking together, the furthest being a trip to Disneyland California for your one-year anniversary. You sipped your tea from the mug you got on that trip, feeling satisfied that everything was checked off your extensive list.
Dieter had never met anyone who was as organised as you and certainly never met anyone who took making lists as seriously as you. It made sense to you, given your mostly freelance work and having lived alone for most of your adult life. You felt safe with lists. And yes, you liked having things packed and ready to go well before you went anywhere, it made sense. You never understood how people could do anything last minute. Speaking of which…
“Dieter, have you packed your toiletry bag?”
Said boyfriend emerged from the bathroom. “Yes, honey cakes”
“Checked everything off your list?”
“Yes ma’am” He lay on the bed next to you and handed over his messily scratched off list. “We’re not leaving for two days you know?”
Dieter was so used to just throwing things in a bag and hoping for the best. He’d never heard of packing cubes and now he’s the proud owner of his own set and everything he could possibly need for a trip away was ready to be packed in a suitcase.
“Exactly” you said “We’ll be away for two months, and I want to make sure we don’t forget anything. Who knows what’ll be available there.”
“It’s England, it’s kinda the same as here.”
“Some things are different; the chocolate for instance.”
Dieter sat up and hugged you from behind. “I know, it’s sweet, like you.”
He gave you a kiss on the cheek and took your mug from you, taking a sip himself, and watch you while you were scrutinising your list.
“Do you know how much time off we’ll get?” you looked to him.
“Weekends or something, I think.”
“So, we could maybe get to explore London a bit?”
“Well, I was thinking more not leaving our room, but what did you have in mind?”
You turned the pages of your travel notebook. “Well, I made a list…”
“Of course you did” he muttered affectionately.
“…of places I’d like to visit” you finished as you showed him the page of listed travel locations.
He swapped the mug for your notebook and looked over this new list.
“Crouch End, All Saints Church, Shaftesbury Avenue; these aren’t normal tourist places. Okay, what horror films are we talking here?”
“Shaun of the Dead, The Omen and American Werewolf”
“They do horror films in England now?”
You playfully swatted him on the chest. “You know they do. Did I not go on about Hammer Horror?”
“I did” he said playfully “But I was too distracted by your pretty face to notice”.
That got another playful swat from you.
“Is there anywhere you’d like to go?”
“Not really, unless…maybe Baker Street?”
You looked at him in surprise, “You’re not a Sherlock Holmes fan are you?”
“What? No, I’m talking Basil the Great Mouse Detective!”
“Ah, of course”
“Seriously underrated film”
*****
The non-stop flight from Los Angeles to London took over 10 hours and you were glad to be going business class. Trying to sleep in economy class felt like trying to go to sleep in a Saw contraption. Dieter had to uncanny ability to fall asleep anywhere; just give him a surface to lean on and he could sleep through the apocalypse.
You couldn’t understand how Dieter wasn’t excited by the luxury of not only going business class but by the business class lunge. But, you guessed, he was used to first class luxuries, or he hated traveling, it was hard to tell sometimes with him. He was at least happy he could watch his favourite films on the flight, even more excited when they had every Aardman film on board. You heard him humming along to the Wallace and Gromit theme song while you went to sleep. It was probably the best sleep you’ve ever had on a plane, and you could certainly get used to it.
Dieter promptly fell asleep during the car ride from the airport to the hotel. This was your first time in England, so you happily played the role of stary eyed tourist. You only woke Dieter once you saw the hotel approaching in the distance, awed by the prestige of it all. This was certainly a place once occupied by nobility. Your awe was broken when you heard a most unpleasant sound: Dieter had collapsed to the ground and was curled up in a panic attack.
“No…no…not this place…”
He could barely breathe, let alone get the words out and, before you could reach him, he passed out.
*****
Dieter awoke some time later and found himself a stranger in an even stranger place. He thought this place was gone from his nightmares, but now he finds himself stepped once more unto this hell.
He was vaguely aware of your voice in the distance; you sounded angry which was a rare occurrence. As soon as you approached him, you immediately softened. “I am so sorry Dieter; I didn’t know this was the same hotel as…how are you?”
He wasn’t sure, everything felt like it was closing in on him, like a weight was slowly crushing his chest.
“It’s stuffy. Need air”
“Of course.” You cooed and led him outside to the coldness of the English countryside. It helped somewhat. And you were comforting him as best you could.
“I can have us moved to a different hotel.”
“No, I don’t want to be a hassle to everyone.”
You grabbed his face so he could look you in the eyes.
“Your wellbeing is not a hassle.”
“I don’t want to make a fuss.”
“I want to make a fuss.”
He looked torn, he didn’t what to do, “I think…if you’re here, I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded, so you kissed his forehead. “Okay, but if you have even the slightest dark thought, tell me and I’ll sort something. And don’t be afraid to talk to me or anyone about anything, okay?”
He mumbled back a reply while you pulled him into a hug.
“I think our room has a bathtub. Do you want to have a nice soak?”
“Will there be lavender bath salts?”
“It’s a fancy hotel, so probably.”
You led him through to the reception, having already been given your room key while you berated the production team. Dieter paused and pointed to a random spot of the carpet.
“Oh look, that’s where I technically died.”
He started laughing hysterically and you dragged him away before they turned into sobs.
The staff had thankfully not placed you and Dieter in the room he was in before. It was a very nice suite, much bigger than your old apartment. And they had lavender bath salts, so you plopped Dieter into a steaming hot bath and went to unpack everything.
“Are you going to join me?” you heard a few minutes later.
“I want to get things unpacked, at least everything we need tonight and tomorrow. Are you hungry? Do you want anything?”
“Just you, honey cakes”
Well, you needed to take the toiletries into the bathroom.
You held him close to you that night in case any bad dreams decided to get through.
*****
You didn’t get to meet the infamous director until the second day of shooting. Ryan was known for being eccentric, but you thought he was extremely rude and acted like a spoiled child.
He absolutely detested colour and refused to acknowledge your existence until you wore your least colourful clothes which luckily, you did pack.
The man was impossible to work with, having a habit of saying one thing but meaning another. He’d constantly expect everyone around him to be able to read his mind, and only giving monosyllabic answers. He would throw a massive hissy fit and throw things around if he was questioned for anything. People would give their left arm to work with him? You'd happily take the bite of a zombie just to avoid him.
The crew, which was new for this shooting, as with every shoot, bonded in mutual frustration. You were all giving each other secret eye rolls whenever the director was talking nonsense, and some started recording whatever he said. They’d compare notes just to make sure no one was going crazy and to have insurance against being fired. One poor assistant was already reduced to tears as she’d somehow gotten his tea order wrong.
The cast was small: just Dieter playing MacBeth and three actresses playing the witches. Well, actresses was a loose term. Lucretia Schwartz was an underwear model, Cheery Lin a swimsuit model and Dencidee (yes that was her real name) a Tik Tok star known for dancing and lip synching. They were clearly cast for their looks rather than their talent and Ryan definitely favoured them, praising them so much, it was borderline creepy.
Dieter, however, got the opposite treatment; every little thing he did seemed to be picked over like a rat picking at a bone. Dieter was criticised to the point of frustration every day. There was an on-set therapist, to nobody’s surprise, so he had constant sessions with them along with most of the crew.
You encouraged him to vent his frustrations when back at the hotel, as normally he bottled up his feelings until he exploded in a flurry of chaos.
Today was a particularly bad day.
“Fifty takes. Fifty fucking takes for one fucking line!”
Dieter was lying face down on the bed as he only had the energy to voice his anger. He did happily accept soothing back rubs from you, and he had severe anger related tension in his back.
“And that Tik Tok twit goes and does one take with the worst delivery and his eminence claims it’s a perfect take?”
“She did seem a bit wooden” you agreed with him.
“Wooden? I’ve seen more convincing performances from an actual piece of wood!”
He turned over in a frustrated sigh, so you could see how tired his eyes were. He took one of your hands and started tracing circles in your palm, while you brushed the hair from his face with the other one.
“This reminds me of how Stanley Kubrick treated Shelley Duvall on the set of The Shining. I just hope your hair doesn’t fall out from the stress.”
“So, if someone puts an axe in his back, no one would mind?”
“An axe is too good for him” you mused “It’s not cold enough to leave him outside to freeze to death, so maybe locking him in the hotel freezer would do. Then hope he spends a cursed eternity trapped in a picture”.
“You my dear, have a very depraved mind” Dieter says as he kisses your hand “One of the many reasons I love you.”
You gave him an amused look “Want me to keep listing ways of offing him?”
“It’s foreplay to my ears.”
*****
Those two months were an arduous ordeal. Dieter would be subjected to all forms of verbal abuse on set, and at night, he would sleep. He was prescribed something to help with the anxiety and stress and the medication usually left him feeling drowsy, but it helped him sleep undisturbed.
Whenever you had days off, you’d drag him away for as long as possible, usually for weekend trips to London. You took him to fun spots, trying afternoon tea, exploring the Natural History Museum, Harrods and Borough Market, getting slightly distracted by all the English cheeses and distracting Dieter with the English chocolate. You even got tickets to The Lion King on the West End. Those days were enjoyable, and an occasional smile would grace Dieter’s lips. You took several photos of those occasions. It almost felt like you were having a fun holiday.
You almost didn’t come on this shooting trip, having been offered a job back in LA, but now you’re glad you came with Dieter. He would not have been able to handle all this by himself and if he didn’t come home…you didn’t want to think about it.
*****
Finally, last day on set. Everyone on crew was ready to celebrate no longer having to put up with this tyrannical egomaniac. You were happy to celebrate with Dieter and tell him about a surprise you had planned for him.
For some reason, you had been sent off set to collect something random that apparently his eminence absolutely needed and only you could get. You were wearing colour today, in defiance so that was probably the reason for it.
It took you most of the filming day for this errand, so by the time you got back, filming had wrapped. The set seemed almost deserted you wondered…
You were fuming.
This must be breaking so many laws on so many levels. Now you know why you were sent away.
“Are those…?”
“Pig guts, yes”
“And that…?”
“Cow manure”
Gwen, working on costumes, was one of the few left behind due to the stench, was equally furious.
“This wasn’t on the call sheet”.
“Last minute decision by our esteemed director. Makes the finale more dramatic apparently.”
She helped you hose the filth off of Dieter before taking him into a nearby bathroom. His costume was completely ruined along with his state of mind, most likely. He was numb, barely responding to what was happening.
As soon as you got back to the hotel, you packed up all your belongings and left to check you and Dieter into an airport hotel. When there, you led him into the shower and washed him until the water ran clear. Then you held him tight as he finally broke down into tears. It was a long night, but he finally managed to sleep.
*****
The following day, Dieter spent a good hour facetiming with his therapist in L.A. while you were on the phone to whoever was in charge of production. Apparently, what happened to Mr. Bravo was not exactly considered a crime; something to do with no physical harm happening and a contract being signed before filming blah blah blah. You were stuck in an endless loop of people mincing their words and saying a lot but not saying anything at all. They seemed to be doing everything in their power to protect their esteemed director as he had won several awards and appointed an OBE. You didn’t care if he got a Nobel Prize for Peacekeeping, no one treats a person like that and gets away with it. You now understood why Carrie went and telekinetically destroyed everyone who ever hurt her. But then you had a better idea: revenge was best served by people with hidden recording devices…
*****
Dieter was almost back to normal; he was at least sitting up and able to hold a conversation. You were watching Curse of the Were-Rabbit together and he was laughing at every joke, which was a relief to you.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better, will be much better when we’re home”.
“We’ll be home soon” you kissed the top of his head “But we’ll be making a short detour”.
He lifted his head from your shoulder in question while you grabbed something from the bedside table.
“We deserve a bit of happy news so…”
You handed him a gift bag. He looked inside and then to you.
“Is this?”
“Yes”
“Are we?”
“Yes”
He pulled out a pair of Mickey Mouse ears.
“We’re going to Disneyland Paris!”
Dieter collapsed against you in a muddled hug and cried, but this time from happiness.
*****
The next day, you were waiting at your gate headed for Paris. Dieter was clearly excited for the first time in a while, already wearing his Mickey Mouse ears without shame.
“Do you think they’ll have churros at Paris?”
“Maybe, we’ll have to find out.”
His hand hadn’t left yours since leaving the airport hotel, almost like he needed an anchor to avoid floating away into sadness again. You squeezed his hand every now and again to reassure him you were still there.
“I could write us a list of foods we should try.”
He gave you a cheeky glance, “You haven’t made a list yet?”
But before you could answer, there was a chattering amongst the crowd, everyone looking at their phones in disbelief. One of the many TV screens at the gate were displaying a sudden news bulletin. There was no audio but the story playing out was clear: acclaimed director Ryan was having many allegations being held against him for abuse and malpractice. A grainy video showed him screaming at some poor soul. The chatting was now fluttering around the airport.
“It’s not the first time he’s done this.”
“I always knew he was a creep.”
“Does the abuse excuse the art?”
Dieter was looking around, but you tugged him back into attention.
“Come on, they’ve just announced boarding.” And you started leading him towards the queue forming.
“You don’t want to find out about that?” he asked.
“Who do you think started it?” you looked up at his startled face.
“You did this?”
“I didn’t do much, just encouraged everyone with evidence to leak it to the press, and there were so many of us with phones on set so…”
“You, honey cakes, can be evil when you want to be.”
“Evil?” you asked “Me? I’d say I’m more of a Robin Hood type character.”
“Well, I’m glad to be your Maid Marion.”
“You’re talking animated version, right?”
“Absolutely. Underrated film.”
Film referenced: Shaun of the Dead (2004), The Omen (1976), An American Werewolf in London (1981), Basil the Great Mouse Detective (1986), Wallace and Gromit (1986), The Shining (1980), Curse of the Were-Rabbit (2005), Robin Hood (1973)
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Letters from Watson backlog special: Holmes' birthday
So Sherlock Holmes' birthday is often interpreted as January 6th, but why? Well, there have been a BUNCH of different scholars considering every aspect of the Sherlock Holmes stories over the years, and the common motivation among them is being considered a "Holmes Scholar" instead of a mere fan.
The evidence, as it has been presented over the years, has only one source that uh, has any connection to the actual text: The works of William Stuart Baring-Gould, best known for his only partially definitive Sherlock Holmes chronology.
(AKA: The dead guy I have ongoing beef with and whose work in dating the Holmes stories I have been reviewing sporadically for the past year.)
However, Baring-Gould is not automatically wrong, so let's follow his chain of logic, such as it is.
The final Holmes novel, Valley of Fear (1914-1915) starts on January 7th with Holmes being a bit tetchy
No boring Doylist explanation for Holmes' bad moods need apply.
No Watsonian explanation that Holmes is not always a good-natured roommate or considerate friend need apply either. No, Holmes, known for having no sleep schedule, no tolerance for his own failure, and no moderation in terms of taking mood altering substances more unusual than alcohol, must be hungover
Why would Holmes be hungover? He must have been up late celebrating.
What could he have been celebrating by drinking alone? His birthday! Therefore yesterday (January 6th) is his birthday! Case closed!
This conclusion is, kindly, a stretch, but in this fandom we love having answers almost as much as we love being the one to provide the answer. We must have rituals to keep a fandom alive over a hundred years, and celebrating Holmes' birthday on Jan 6 is as good as any other. I merely want to point out alternatives to the dates and timelines established by Baring-Gould like any good peer reviewer. Alternative speculation under the cut.
So... why, on his birthday, would Holmes have been celebrating by drinking alone, instead of drinking with Watson? Or going to the opera (alone or with Watson?) There is no indication at the beginning of Valley of Fear that it takes place when Holmes and Watson are living separately. They're having breakfast together. Or rather, Watson has long since finished breakfast, and Holmes has yet to start, which lends better support to the hangover theory than his momentary brusqueness, but not by a lot since the man is known to forget to eat.
Reading it over without Baring Gould's conclusions in mind, I think very few fans would find this scene out of the ordinary for 221 Baker street, but since I'm willing to play along with Gould: what if the event that Holmes is celebrating privately isn't one that Watson would wholeheartedly accompany him for? What events occur on Jan 6th that Watson, the average victorian man, would not be a part of?
Epiphany.
No, that's literally the name of the holiday, part of the christmas season. It's cited as the date of the Wise Men's arrival to bring Jesus presents (er. presents but also you know, expensive dire omens regarding his eventual death, if you've never been forced to sing all the verses of "We Three Kings of Orient Are," which becomes grimmer as you go on.) It's the last of the 12 days of christmas and the "Twelfth Night" referenced in that one shakespeare comedy. It's not commonly celebrated in the modern (united states) conception of christianity, whether devoutly practicing or cultural. It was a great reason for the Victorians to party, however.
... which doesn't exclude Watson. Unless we imagine Watson as having been invited to an epiphany party and Holmes, either uninvited or uninterested in a party atmosphere, staying home, which is possible.
But this doesn't result in a revelation about Holmes' identity, so in the spirt of going out on a supported but not definiitive limb, I propose that Holmes is Catholic.
(Not, most likely, practicing in any major way at this point in his life. There's belief and practice, and then there's culture, and if your only idea of growing up Catholic is John Mulaney skits about god not hearing you if you don't sing loud enough... well, it's far more complicated than that if you're a Victorian.)
- Catholic celebration of the Epiphany has historically taken on a more somber tone than Protestant or Anglican celebration. (See: we've all had fun here during Advent and Christmas but you're obligated to remember that Jesus is gonna die. By mid spring. By the way, Ash Wednesday and Lent are coming up so if you got candy, eat it, you'll be giving it up in a month.)
- Holmes' general slight out-of-step-ness with the general Victorian shared expectations and culture could be partially explained by being raised in a different iteration of Christianity.
- And his reticence regarding his family history could be explained by growing up experiencing social rejection due to the anti-catholic sentiments that were absolutely all over England in the 1850's to 90's (and well the hell into more modern times too)
- Anti-catholocism isn't something he could dodge by simply not actually practicing the religion he was raised in either.
- Holmes' references to a french side of the family could indicate that he has, at the very least, catholic close-ish relatives, as that was the most common religion in france.
- Enough scholarship has been written on "is Holmes secretly Irish?" given his surname and Doyle's background as an Irishman that I think we should spend at least a minute considering that these points could also be taken to mean that Holmes is Catholic.
People (Anglican descended Puritans, for example) were complaining about the secularized parts of christmas by the 1700's, (Meaning: any celebration that was not prayer inside the church) and the Victorian celebration of Christmas is the direct ancestor of the US and England's current Culturally Christian but not necessarily religious practice related celebrations, so I don't see Holmes having any difficulty fitting in with buying a goose, having a nice dinner, or listening to carols. But there's a chance that if he wanted to celebrate Epiphany with any family traditions, regardless of how far they were removed from actual religious practice, he might not invite Watson.
And if Watson knows, he has, loyally, not written a word.
#when I was a kid epiphany was just when you took the christmas tree down#and / or the decorations#then again despide my great aunt's best efforts I was never the best catholic#Sherlock Holmes#still doing the reread on the Letters from Watson schedule but I'm 9 months behind at this point#and only trying to put out bimonthly analysis#Happy Birthday Holmes
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Five Fics Friday: October 6/23
Happy Friday everyone!! Let's get reading this long weekend with these fantastic fics on my radar this week!! And be sure to give the Boosted Fics some love too! Happy Canadian Thanksgiving Weekend, my Lovelies! :D New list on Sunday!
SIGNAL BOOSTING
Staircase by ThisBumblebeeCommandsTheSea (G, 2,765 w., 1 Ch. || GOOD OMENS || Nanny Ashtoreth Crowley, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Absent Parents, Parental Crowley, Soft Crowley, Sensory Issues, Bedtime Stories) – Warlock Dowling is six years old and awake. The only problem is that it’s also 8pm on a Sunday and his father is hosting another diplomats’ party.
the stars looked prettier when you were here by Ina_Sirena (T, 11,396 w., 3 Ch. || Light Prequel, First Kiss, Forbidden Love, Angel / Pre-Fall Crowley, Starmaker Crowley, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crowley was Raphael) – In a time before the beginning of the universe, two angels fall in love. But something big is coming and threatens to tear them apart forever.
RECENT MFLs
I'm Not Actually A Pervert by scribblesinthebyline (E, 7,217 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Universe || PWP, Glory Hole, Anonymous Sex, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Anal/Oral) – John Watson isn't actually a pervert. Really. He's just a bit sexually frustrated. Honestly, he's never done anything like this before.
Show Me How Brilliant You Are by MutedSilence (E, 8,375 w., 1 Ch. || Birthday, POV John, Domestic Fluff, Developing Relationship, Praise Kink) – Sherlock doesn't celebrate his birthday. No one ever cared when he was young, so why should he now. But Sherlock hadn't thought an ex-army doctor would care. John works behind Sherlock to throw him a surprise party to show him that he is loved.
Loves Tender Rampage by Tindomerelhloni (E, 137,666 w., 22 Ch. || BDSM, Sub Sherlock, Mentions of Drug Use, Collared Sherlock, Subspace, Hand Jobs, Public Orgasm, Spreader Bars, Rope Bondage, Bratty Sherlock, Public Sex, Blindfold, Kidnappings, Human Trafficking, Case Fic, Chastity Device, Happy Ending) – With Sherlock out of town for the weekend, John is finally able to visit his old club without fear of his secret being deduced over breakfast the next morning. He shows up at Lotus, an exclusive club for the bondage community, and catches up with the owner who happens to be an old friend and mentor. During the conversation, it’s mentioned that Sherlock Holmes is not only there in the club but has been showing up frequently. The owner leaves John to mull over that goldmine of information, and eventually, Sherlock approaches John. Through a short discussion, they agree to head back to Baker Street and discuss the possibility of entering into a Dominant and Submissive relationship. Part 1 of Locked In Love
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Fishing.
(I use he/him pronouns for both Aziraphale and Crowley in this ficlet, spoiler alert??)
Aziraphale walks into the cafe, trying desperately to not think too hard about the fact that his, no, Muriel's bookshop is right across the road, and Crowl-...no, nothing is across the road. He shakes his head, and opens the door, looking around skittishly, half expecting the Metatron to be out for a stroll, just like that day from Before. Still trying to shake a memory (it almost feels like a dream, if he was capable of having those) out of his head, he doesn't notice the figure leaning against the door frame and nearly falls flat on his face.
'Oh! Im ever so sorry, i do hope i havent scuffed your shoes or anything-' Aziraphale looks up and gasps, and he was sure that if he had a heart, it would've stopped there and then.
Crowley, Crowley was looking at him, his emotions hidden behind those sunglasses, his mouth a set line. Aziraphale gulps, and they stand in silence, staring at each other, until someone politely asks them to move out of the way of the doorway. 'Oh- oh of course..uh yes, so very sorry', Aziraphale stutters, tearing his eyes away from Crowley's (Crowley's) face. He awkwardly sidesteps further into the shop, and looks at his shoes, then at Crowley's shoes, then back at his own. He goes to clear his throat when Crowley pushes himself off the wall. 'Right, I'm off.' Aziraphale's head snaps up of its own accord, and seeing Crowley's back, his hips moving in that jolting, unnatural, but oh-so familiar way, moving away from him, makes Aziraphale's chest ache. He gasps shakily, and tries to choke something out, anything. He wants Crowley to turn around, to look at him. And so, feeling like the words were being pulled out of him with every step Crowley took, Aziraphale frantically yelped, 'Would you like to...' A trembling breath. Crowley had stopped. Slower, quieter this time, 'Would you like to take a walk with me?'
Aziraphale felt as if he was casting a hook into a dark, unpredictable and unforgiving ocean. He might reel in an oppurtunity, a dream, a fleeting glance of hope, or the sea might swallow him whole.
I TRIED WRITING A FANFICLET OF GOOD OMENS ARRRGHHH
i had no idea that this is what i was trying to do when i opened Tumblr, it just happened. Should i write a part 2?? Sort of have an idea but i want your feedback guys
@ineffable-baker-street IT IS DONE..
#good omens#crowley#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#aziracrow#can i get a wahoo#ineffable divorce#good omens fanfic#ficlet#good omens ficlet#not tickety boo.#metatron#metabitch
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Fic Rec Friday
This week I'm recommending "The Adventure Of The Bereft Bookseller" by CopperBeech (@CopperPlateBeech). It's a crossover fic for (ACD) Sherlock Holmes and (book) Good Omens. I enjoyed how true the characterizations felt to the respective source materials, and the crossover character interactions. A short, satisfying little visit to Victorian Baker Street.
Title: The Adventure Of The Bereft Bookseller
Author: CopperBeech
Rating: General Audiences
AO3 archive warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Words: 2118
Status: Complete
Summary:
"Established in his career, Sherlock Holmes accepts a client who's more than he seems, and who presents him with a very cold case."
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28033098
#fic#fic rec friday#good omens#book!omens#sherlock holmes#acd holmes#crossover fic#ao3#gnu terry pratchett
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3 and 19 from the trope pairs list please! 😁👏
3: Bed-sharing; 19: Godparents. Taken from this list, and as much as I want to keep taking prompts, I'm going to have to close them, I just don't have my writing juices flowing right now.
But anyways, welcome to Angst Central! Proceed with caution. 😉 I am SO sorry I’m getting to this so late, but I guess better late than never?? Anyway, hope you like it!
~*~
Open Arms
Sherlock kept his eyes trained on the prone form of his best friend as the machinery beside his bed kept track of his vitals. The quiet but steady beep of the monitor was both reassuring and a nuisance, as was the occasional puff of air through the oxygen tube. Across the room, just outside the microscopic window, a light snow had begun to fall, and though Sherlock was not one to believe in signs or portents, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was an omen.
The door to the hospital room opened, but Sherlock didn’t turn, already knowing who it was. A moment later, a hand softly touched his shoulder, and then its owner spoke. “He’ll be fine, Sherlock,” said Molly, her voice as gentle as her touch. “John is too stubborn to let this keep him down.”
“I wish I shared your optimism,” he answered, his voice low and gravelly.
She let out a sigh, then sat beside him on the tiny, uncomfortable sofa. “You heard what the doctor said. The procedure went well, his vitals are good, he’s breathing better every minute—”
“What if she’s wrong?” he asked, not taking his eyes off his injured friend.
“They’ve been very thorough, Sherlock,” she reassured him. “They’ve run every test imaginable, if they do anything more, he’ll start to glow in the dark.” Sherlock scowled at her terrible joke, but in fact he appreciated her trying to lighten the mood. In a more serious voice, she added, “He’ll be well taken care of, I promise. And we need to take care of Rosie until he’s healed.”
The mention of their goddaughter, who was currently in the care of Mrs. Hudson and blissfully unaware of her father’s current state, gave him considerable strength. With a deep breath, he nodded his head. “You’re right. Best not keep Mrs. Hudson from her ‘herbal soothers,’” he said with a wry grin.
Molly beamed. “There’s the Sherlock I know.”
With one last look at John, he allowed Molly to lead him out of the hospital. The snow had increased a bit, leaving very few cabs on the roads, so they instead took the tube. By the time they reached Baker Street, exhausted and emotionally spent, a layer of white at least two centimetres deep coated every surface. Molly wordlessly held out a hand for Sherlock’s keys, and he handed them over, leaning against the jamb while she unlocked the door.
Mrs. Hudson greeted them cheerfully but was clearly as exhausted as they were. Molly lingered for a quiet chat, while Sherlock gathered a slumbering Rosie against his chest, picking up the nappy bag on his way up the stairs. She hummed sleepily, her hand closing over the lapel of his Belstaff, and he hesitated mid-step, afraid she’d woken, but she only sighed and shifted a bit before settling against him again. Sherlock set her on the centre of his bed while he set up the travel cot in the corner of his bedroom.
As he finished the task, Molly appeared with a somewhat bemused frown. “Why have you set it up in here? There’s more space upstairs in John’s old room.”
He didn’t answer immediately, his ears warming and likely turning pink, though thankfully that wouldn’t be visible in the darkened room. “I… didn’t want her to be alone.”
Molly’s face softened, and for a moment, she looked as though she might start crying. Please don’t, he silently pleaded; he was in no shape to comfort anyone at the moment, he’d undoubtedly muck it all up. He was relieved, then, to see Molly smile in the next moment. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Sherlock,” she complimented. “It’s… unnerving, at times, waking up alone.”
As ever, Molly saw right through him, to the secrets he kept even from himself. Without another word, she crossed the room and dug through a drawer until she found an old pair of pyjamas. “Give me a few minutes to change, I’ll be back.”
Sherlock found himself unable to speak, only nodding in response. Molly left the room, and a moment later he heard the bathroom door close. He dazedly grabbed another pair of pyjamas, just tying the drawstring belt when Molly returned. He swallowed against a wave of desire that washed over him at the sight of her wearing his clothing, and not for the first time, he questioned whether he’d made the right decision all those months ago.
After Sherrinford, Sherlock had taken a few days to sort out the crumbling debris of his mind palace. He had hundreds upon hundreds of repressed memories, and all the emotions that came with them, and he’d been more than a bit daunted at the prospect. At the end, though, everything had been sorted and catalogued, every thought and feeling… including those for Molly. She’d been a central figure within his mind for years, but as the dust settled and he revisited his newly reconstructed mind palace, he finally understood just how central she had become.
She was everywhere. In every room and corridor, even those she had no business being, such as the wing dedicated to his childhood and adolescence, there she stood. Sometimes, she wore her lab coat and a familiar ensemble of her usual frumpy clothing; other times, the little black dress she’d worn one Christmas, complete with curled hair and red lips and ridiculous silver bow. But always, always, she was there, watching him with those wide brown eyes, as if waiting, wondering what he would do.
What would he do? Well, he didn’t know himself. All he knew was that she mattered to him, more than she could ever know.
In all his years of chasing criminals and solving mysteries, he had never been more frightened than those three minutes. He was terrified of losing her, of never seeing her eyes, hearing her awful jokes, working alongside her in the lab or the morgue, or sharing a cuppa as they kept an eye on Rosie. Even as she said the words, and her life was saved—and then, when it became clear she was never really in danger to begin with—the fear remained. He feared he’d already done too much damage. After years of being dismissive or outright rude toward her, compounded with being forced to make her expose her heart in perhaps the worst three minutes of his life… how could they ever hope to repair that?
And yet, somehow, they had. Molly, true to the person she had always been, had accepted his apology and explanation without question, and agreed to rebuild their friendship. She did not, however, say a word about anything more than friendship, and Sherlock took that as a sign she was no longer open to more. He’d felt some disappointment, but also relief, as he’d never attempted a romantic relationship—well, a real one. Friendship, however, he was comfortable with, and it was more than he’d expected from her, so he accepted it without question.
But now…
Now, here she stood, all warm and soft and utterly, breathtakingly beautiful. Even in the borrowed pyjamas that were far too big for her frame, she was absolutely radiant. And as he watched her scoop up the still-sleeping Rosie, cooing softly as she laid her in the cot, his desire for her became more than simply physical. He wanted love, he wanted family, he wanted… God, he wanted to spend forever just wrapped around her, doing absolutely nothing but being with her.
He loved her.
And he was finally ready to do something about it.
Molly ruffled Rosie’s blonde curls before straightening and smiling at him. Sherlock barely noticed his own movements, only realizing he’d stepped toward her when he came toe-to-toe with her. Her brows pulled together in a frown, her confusion evident, and he was tempted to press a kiss to her forehead to smooth them out.
“I love you, Molly,” he said, the words tumbling out in a low, breathless murmur.
For a moment, shock flickered across her eyes, followed by… sadness? She gave him another smile, but he could see it was forced, strained. “I know you do, Sherlock… I know we’re friends.”
“No,” he shook his head, lifting his hands to her face, cradling her head between them. Molly’s eyes were wary, anxious, and his stomach twisted with guilt. Of course, she misunderstood him, she had no reason to believe he meant it. When she glanced away, he shook his head and gently swiped his thumbs along her cheekbones. “Look at me, Molly… see me, the way you always do.”
“Sherlock—”
He let one thumb slide over her lips, the softness of them driving him mad. His eyes followed the movement, before he dragged them slowly back to hers. Sherlock opened himself to her, letting every ounce of his feelings—all those complicated little emotions—show in his face as he willed her to believe.
“I love you,” he repeated himself. “Please, Molly… please see that I meant it. That I mean it. I’m… I’m rubbish at this,” he half growled, frustrated with his blundering. “I’d be a shit boyfriend, you know I would. I’d forget to call or text, I would spend days away on cases, I haven’t the slightest inclination toward conventional courtship, and I really don’t see the point in marriage, and—”
“Sherlock, stop,” she cut him off with a quiet firmness. His eyes found hers again, and to his surprise, they were wet with tears… but she was also smiling. Molly’s lips trembled as she grinned up at him, her left hand reaching up to brush at the hair on his forehead. Sherlock’s heart thundered in his chest at the contact, and he waited in breathless anticipation for her next words.
“Whatever gave you the impression that I wanted conventional?” she asked. “I fell in love with you, didn’t I?”
There were no words for the feeling of relief, joy, and affection that rushed through his every vein. He couldn’t have said who moved first, but suddenly, their mouths connected, and the sensation was at once everything he’d imagined and nothing he’d ever expected. Her lips—soft, delicate, definitely not too small—teased at his with assuredness, and she left him wanting more, severing the contact all too soon and blessing him with a smile that outshone the sun.
“Come on,” she whispered, her hand sliding into his, and she led him toward the bed. For a moment, he panicked, but sensing the direction his thoughts had taken, she added, “We don’t want to wake Rosie.”
Sherlock glanced at the cot where their goddaughter lay, oblivious to all the tension crackling in the air around them. That tension eased, however, as he turned back to Molly, still wearing that sunny smile and waiting patiently for him. He crawled under the covers and into her open arms, and the last coils of his anxiety were soothed away, all but forgotten.
~*~
I have a soft spot in my heart for Sherlock and Molly just cuddling and falling asleep together. I tend to write that A LOT, and I’m not sorry. 😁 Thanks again for the prompt!
#sherlolly trope duos#my writing#prompts are closed#for now#bed sharing#godparents#angst with a happy ending#or a happy beginning#either way#i love these two idiots
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Tagged by @roosterbox ❤️
3 Ships You Like: I'll go with what I've been reading recently. Damen/Laurent from Captive Prince, Anakin/Padme from Star Wars, and Crowly/Aziraphale from Good Omens.
First Ship Ever: Ever ever? Buffy/Angel
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I have no idea who's active right now. I've been on a bit of a fandom hiatus the past few months...
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Closed starter for: @goldendepomme
Despite the spectacle of the Eternal Flame in the town square, didn't seem to have dampened the joy of everyone celebrating the festival. The air was filled with excitement and the smell of fire and pastries. Normally, Týr loved this part of humanity that was always able to move on and enjoy their time on Earth, despite the tragedy that filled their short lives, but now it angered him. How could they celebrate the beginning of spring after their neighbour had been killed and the monsters who had done it were still out on the streets looking for new followers to join in their purge?
With fire in their chest, Týr paid the baker for the freshly baked bread before turning on their heels and walking as far away from the square as possible, cursing the humans under his breath despite his love for them. Then, seeing the familiar golden locks of Idunn, his heart ached for the familiarity of another god, so they went to her. "You'd think they would notice how the fires are a bad omen for what's to come, especially now, during a festival, when they are eager to look for omens in everything."
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