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brimleysbears · 2 months

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(Featured media: Burl Ives and Rock Hudson - from The Spiral Road, 1962)

"Fan" fiction erotica - "Hollywood Confessions: My Date With Big Daddy"

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Epilogue:

A Horny Old Bull

To conclude, I was in fact on the pill, after all, it was 1963; therefore no, I didn’t begat a cute little chubby Ives child, although sometimes I wish I had. Although that man could be a bit of a creep at times, like most men I suppose, I’ll never forget that night with Big Daddy. In fact, as much as it was embarrassing, there were other reasons why I kept that story to myself after all these years. I admit, that was the most fun I’ve ever had with a man. Sometimes I question whether I was head over heels in love with that big old brute.

As much as I wanted to see him again, I found out soon afterwards that he had actually scheduled all of those men to see him that night with the intention of not telling me, while planning on having sex with me, in order for the meetings to coincide with his coitus. I never found out exactly why he did that, and if it was his intention to use me or not. I was angry for a season and never wanted to see him again after that, but looking back, I regret not seeing him more times. I would have liked to get all of his seed in me and looked at him face to face the entire time that he had his climax. I would have liked to try other things with him, and maybe even be his mistress when he was working in Hollywood. The more I learned about what probably did happen, was that he was proud to seduce a young dancer like myself, and although I don’t like to be someone’s ‘bragging rights’, in a way I felt honored. One of the older ladies at the Manhattan cocktail party said, “sounds to me like he was just trying to get those businessmen off his back and find ways to taunt them.”

As I spoke to my girlfriends late that night, finishing my story, one of the women remarked that, perhaps that lonely old man being away from home needed a special companion, and not another ‘high-profile figure’ like himself? As we talked, one of the more educated ‘uptown’ ladies said, “if you ask me, like a lot of men in show business those days, he was desperate to try to prove that he was a heterosexual; in a similar way they constantly had to deliver proof they were not some kind of communist as well. After all, Mr. Ives worked closely with a lot of queers like Tennessee Williams and was even filmed naked along side a half-naked raging fag, Rock Hudson, just a year or so before your ‘encounter’. Although I might say there’s probably a little pink in his blanket, Big Daddy sounds like a man who was not ‘light on his feet’, in fact, quite heavy handed like your story implied, which I found to be most intriguing. I think you’ve not only made a believer out of all of us in the room, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of us are going to start chasing after men like Sebastian Cabot – you’ve certainly piqued my curiosity about a kind of man I would have not previously considered and for that, I am indeed charmed.”

But it was another lady who might have had the best explanation: “did you ever consider the fact that although Big Daddy was a bit of a sex symbol in the 50’s, that Burl Ives in the 60’s was starting to get typecast too much in children’s and family shows to the point where the public was referring to him as asexual? If I were him, I’d want to prove to my collogues that I was a fully functioning sexual person with sexual needs and abilities. After a while, no matter what he said, chances are, his peers didn’t believe him until he found a way to show proof that he had a thriving sex life.” Maybe they were all correct. Maybe he was just another creep. Maybe he was someone really special. I do cherish those memories, and I still keep his private calling card with me in my purse all these years.

The End.

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the-music-maniac · 3 months

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What the fuck do you MEAN Ron Kamonohashi has the blood of both Sherlock Holmes and William James Moriarty.

HE'S THEIR DESCENDANT?!?

I'm sure they're gonna give us a different explanation but as far as I'm concerned, Ron is their love child and SherLiam is canon now

I need a fic where specifically the Sherlock Holmes and William Moriarty from Moriarty the Patriot are in a modern au and have to deal with raising the little shit that is Ron Kamonohashi. Dare I say detective genius dad and criminal genius dad with their detective/criminal feral child.

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No but could you IMAGINE the chaos of three eccentric geniuses in one house, we got Ron Kamonohashi in his teenage years probably absolutely hawking down a bag of black sugar syrup at top speed while William is trying to pry it out of his jaw like you do with an unruly cat that's eating something it shouldn't be, Sherlock's in the background watching this unfold like "just be glad he's not doing drugs or something" to which William would probably point out, Sherlock's smoking habit isn't any better

Meanwhile William's side of the family are arguably equally as insane as Sherlock and Liam so they're just a horde of weirdly rich crazy uncles that take Ron out on questionable adventures, Sherlock's side of the family aka John, Mary and Ms. Hudson is relatively normal in comparison but still dote on Ron - Mycroft repeatedly says that he can't believe his little brother is now responsible for taking care of a child, pretends he doesn't give a shit and yet somehow always ends up visiting his nephew.

Sherlock is still a free-lance private detective/consultant for the police force who takes cases whenever they come around, and when Ron asks him why he's usually home he jokes around that he's a kept man/housewife because William was rich when he married him, to which Liam laughs and asks if he even knows how to boil water without burning it -

It can be up to you whether or not William was or is in crime or not, I can imagine in a modern au he could've been the leader of an organized crime group for whatever reason, eventually decided to get out etc. etc.

And then Ron still meets Toto and brings home his cop boyfriend to meet his batshit crazy parents and one of them is a former CRIME LORD LMAO

Toto is able to withstand the sheer level of crazy that is Ron's family, obviously cause it's Toto

John Watson takes a liking to Toto. Gee I wonder why, it couldn't be because he sympathizes with being the detective partner of an eccentric genius could it

#ron kamonohashi's forbidden deductions #moriarty the patriot #mtp sherlock holmes #mtp william moriarty #sherliam #liam x sherlock #ron kamonohashi #totomaru isshiki #rontoto

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castlesrp · 1 month

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The Hudson Family

Hephaestus : Coal and Mining Extraction CONTENT WARNING: DEATH OF SPOUSE (ACCIDENTAL DROWNING)

Hudson Mining Company has been a staple of Wyoming since its inception in the early 1910s. When First Hudson (77) was old enough to take over the company from his father, he made the bold switch of moving their headquarters from Wyoming to the Big Apple, knowing that to maintain the success of the company, they needed to have their base of operations where the money flowed freely and paved the streets of New York. After working as CEO for many years, he recently retired to spend his golden years with his wife and former socialite First Hudson (77) - yet he still maintains a position of power as a very vocal Board Member. In his place as CEO is his eldest daughter, First Thorne (49), yet her authority faces constant scrutiny due to her father's looming presence on the board, prompting questions about the true extent of her decision-making power. She and her husband First Thorne (49) have continued the family legacy with one daughter.

The second born, First Hudson (46) works for the family company as an Energy Economist and Analyst. His wife tragically passed away from an accidental drowning when their daughter was ten, leaving him to have to balance his career and his status as a single father for the majority of her life. At the time of her passing, the family was marked by rumors that he had something to do with her drowning - of course, these were all fabricated, but ever since then, he has become a bit more guarded towards those outside of his familial circle of trust and the media who will spin anything for a good story. One of the few he has remained close to over the years is Hamilton (43), whom he met in undergrad and both share a passion for green energy and sustainable resources for the future.

First Prescott (44) is also part of the family business, serving as the Head of Human Relations for the company while her husband First Prescott (45) runs a private equity firm, providing a stable family life for their young son. First Hudson (42) and First Hudson (40) work hand in hand, with the former working as legal counsel for Hudson Mining Company and specializing in energy law to provide information to his sister, who serves as the Head of Public Relations, tasked with navigating the delicate balance between the mining industry and environmental activism. With him working behind the scenes and providing her with the information necessary to try and win over the public, her outgoing charisma and personality has done a good job of perfecting the image of the company to the general public.

The youngest son, First Hudson (38) has also found ways to support his family’s endeavors, working as a lobbyist with New York politicians to try and secure additional funding and ensuring that laws will not impact the ability of the company to continue in the coal mining industry for many years to come. With the same levels of charisma as his sister, he and his wife First Hudson (40) have a picturesque life together in the Upper East Side.

First Hudson: 77 Years Old, Founder and Board Member of Hudson Mining Company, Andre de Shields, Available + First Hudson: 77 Years Old, Former Socialite, Loretta Devine, Available

First Thorne: 49 Years Old, CEO and President of Hudson Mining Company, Danai Gurira, Available + First Thorne: 49 Years Old, Open Occupation, Sterling K. Brown, Available ----- First Thorne: 25 Years Old, Open Occupation, Megan Thee Stallion, Available

First Hudson: 46 Years Old, Energy Economist and Analyst, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Available + First Hudson: Deceased, N/A, N/A, Unavailable ----- First Hudson: 24 Years Old, Open Occupation, Tati Gabrielle, Available

First Prescott: 44 Years Old, Head of Human Resources of Hudson Mining Company, Lupita Nyong'o, Available + First Prescott: 45 Years Old, Owner of Private Equity Firm, William Jackson Harper, Available ----- First Prescott: 21 Years Old, Open Occupation, Caleb McLaughlin, Available

First Hudson: 42 Years Old, Legal Counsel (Energy Law Specialty) of Hudson Mining Company, Anthony Mackie, Available

First Hudson: 40 Years Old, Head of Community Relations of Hudson Mining Company, Beyoncé Knowles-Carter, Available

First Hudson: 38 Years Old, Lobbyist, Winston Duke, Available + First Hudson: 40 Years Old, Open Occupation, Kerry Washington, Available

#jcink rp #canon rp #bio rp #skeleton rp #jcink #canons

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maxellminidisc · 5 months

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Hate to break it to a lot of you but tons of celebrities have participated in fundraisers for Israel, especially to fund the IOF. Tons of them have showed up to the Los Angeles/NYC branch of Friends of the IDF's gala bullshit, like the already mentioned Fran Drescher, Gerard Butler, Pharell Williams, Barbara Streisand, etc raising literally MILLIONS of dollars for them. All you have to look up is the fucking thing to see who's participated with photos and all.

Not to mention all the "private" but not private soirees zionists in the industry hold with celebrity guests for zionist publicity, like the one hosted by Arnon Milchan that Keanu Reeves, Kate Hudson, and Leonardo DiCaprio attended with fucking Netanyahu in like 2014.

#like zionist know how to throw a part for propaganda basically...#plus all the celebrities that have gushed and what not about visiting 'israel' for vacation and what not #like helen mirren and naomi campbell praising fucking Peres and shit

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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୨⎯ "dates with the Moriarty the patriot characters" ⎯୧

Omg my creativity hit its peek with the title

I still need to pick something for the pictures I have here so if someone has any ideas that will be great, thanks!

Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, Hudson, James, Sebastian, Mycroft

William James Moriarty:

Library dates

Or just sitting together drinking tea and enjoying each others company

He would have more classy dates than spontaneous one's

He prefers to have planned dates than ones out of the blue

Louis James Moriarty:

I think he would be the type to have a nice picnic or to go to a park date

Idk why something to do with outside

He would like to be somewhere private, calm, relaxing

Somewhere where he can just enjoy the company of his lover in peace away from the chaos which surrounds his life

Albert James Moriarty:

He would like to show you off more

Even if you are a guy (being gay was illegal back then) he would still like to show you off somehow

(For the sake of this being magically is legal now)

He enjoys dinner dates in fancy restaurants or cafes

He wants you to enjoy yourself

Sherlock Holmes:

A crime scene date 😍

Time to solve a murder! 🥰

But in all seriousness

What am I talking about! I'm never serious

Anyway

He would enjoy midnight walks

And just blabbering to his s/o about whatever is on his mind

Miss Hudson:

Counting up the debt Holmes has built up for not paying his rent

Eemmmm.....

Idk she gives off like cafe or bar vibes

They don't really talk about her enough for me to know enough about her

And I don't have enough time to watch the sherlock Holmes movies or read the books

I rather read the books first then watch the movies tho

James Bond:

Would like to do things together

Anything really

If its spending time with you then it's the best he's been on

Sebastian Moran:

Bar dates

Just I'm running out of ideas

There are only like 5 characters here tho 🥲

Nvm I'm writing 8 this time

Mycroft Holmes:

Something safisticated

I was trying to spell sophisticated but it's the wrong word anyway

Listening to classical music while smoking and reading the news paper or something

I have 2 candles lit in my room and I think that they'll set fire to the house soon

Can you guys tell that English isn't my first language? Just wandering

It's midnight and I should sleep

Well ig that's enough for my random ass rant

Good night/day

#william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #sherlock holmes mtp #miss hudson #james bond #sebastian moran #mycroft holmes #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #mtp x reader #mtp #moriarty brothers #holmes brothers #ynm sherlock #ynm #yuukokunomoriarty #yuukuko no moriarty #ynm x reader

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Great In Theory, Bad In Execution (Moriarty The Patriot)

Two fics in one weekend- whoop whoop! So Moriarty the Patriot. A gem of an anime filled with equally shiny characters! I love Sherlock so much, so naturally I have to write him! I hope you like it! :D

Summary: After one too many incidents of his ticklishness being discovered, Sherlock decides to create a "remedy" to make himself immune. Of course- how will he test it? Watson finds himself dragged in to help.

“Dreadful, shameful, an embarrassment to my reputation, how’d I let myself slip so easily-” Sherlock was pacing about his room, one hand shoved into his pocket while the other pushed his hair out of his face. All these hours later and his cheeks were still tinted a stubborn pink, deeping whenever the memory of that night replayed in his mind. “I should have never- I could have- UGH!”

“Sherlock?” A pajama clad Watson peeked in, cringing some at the glare his flatmate shot him. “Are you well? You're making quite a bit of noise. Miss Hudson-”

“Sherlock Holmes! If you don’t stop that insistent pacing I’m putting you on the street!” Said woman stormed in, tugging her robe tightly over her. Much like Watson, she was dressed in her nightwear, her sleep mask crooked against her forehead. “What in god’s name has you so excited?”

“Oh come now, you two! It’s only…” Sherlock looked at the nearby clock, blanching at the hour. “Eh…eheh. I hadn’t realized how late it was.” He cleared his throat, grinning sheepishly at his companions. “Well, I should be off to bed now. Goodnight you two-”

“Oh no you don’t!” Watson blocked his path. “You woke us both up with all your noise! Knowing you- if I leave you be, you’ll just go right back to pacing!” The doctor took him in then, brows furrowing at Sherlock’s outwear. “Did you just get back from somewhere?”

“Yes- the local pub. I had some business there when I ran into Moriarty.” Sherlock waved the details off, a gesture that would have seemed nonchalant if it weren't for the pink still staining his face. Watson and Miss Hudson shared a look.

“Well, I’m off to bed.” Their landlady announced, figuring what was about to be spoken should stay private. “Keep the noise down, will you Sherlock?” She smiled kindly at Watson before disappearing down the hall. Upon her exit, the detective seemed to relax some.

“It’s just the two of us now, Holmes.” Watson prompted. “Wanna talk about it?”

Sherlock groaned, walking towards the nearest couch and flopping down. “No. But…”

~~Earlier that evening~~

“Aha! Professor- what a pleasant surprise!” Sherlock grinned when his eyes landed on the familiar blonde man sitting by. “I take it you’ve finished your evening classes at the local university?”

“Hm? Oh, Mr. Holmes. A pleasure to see you too, yes.” Said man smiled, the expression a bit tired. “I’ve been stuck at the office for quite some time today- I’d much prefer teaching my students over grading their work.” Turning to the bartender, he ordered a round of drinks for them as the detective sat down. “How are things with your profession?”

“Boooring. If I get one more missing cat case, my head’s gonna explode.” Sherlock groaned, leaning into a hand as he vented about his most recent cases. If Watson were here, he’d probably scold him for speaking so crudely about his work. At least with William he could be frank. The Professor never seemed to be phased by Sherlock’s lack of filter.

“I suppose that’s the cost of popularity. You gain more work, but it lacks the intrigue you’re searching for.” William smiled behind his whisky as he watched Sherlock shoot his back, slapping his cup down with a satisfying nod. “Surely it’s not all boring?”

“Eh, I suppose. We did uncover quite the cheater! This lord- heh, he really thought he was slick.” Sherlock turned, something sinister in his tipsy grin. “He was sneaking women into his bedchambers almost every night! You know how he got caught? We found him in the bu-”

In Sherlock’s excitement, his hand accidentally knocked his empty glass towards the ground. Both men reached for it at the same time, William’s reflexes faster due to sobriety. Sherlock missed altogether.

What didn’t miss was William’s hand accidentally brushing the detective’s side.

“Gah!”

“Oh? Apologies, Mr. Holmes. Did I hurt you?” William looked up at the other, eyes curious at how red the other looked then. “Mr. Holmes?”

“I-It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Sherlock turned back to the bar, arms crossed around his middle in a failed attempt to look casual. That certainly sobered him up. William tilted his head curiously before his easy smile returned.

“Very well- I shall take my leave. My brothers; they tend to grow worried for me if I’m out later.” He gathered his bag and hat, leaving a coin for the bartender with a nod. “We’ll have to pick up where we left off next time, Mr. Holmes. I’m intrigued to hear how your riveting story ended.”

“Oh? Yeah, sure, definitely.” Sherlock nodded, unable to look anywhere but that blasted whisky glass. William passed by from behind. As he did, Sherlock felt something like a prod to the ribs, making him shoot up with a yelp.

“Apologies.” William smiled, eyes dancing with devilish delight. “I tripped.”

Sherlock was left sitting there at the bar for quite a long time.

~~Current Time~~

“That’s all?” Watson asked, blinking at his friend. “Sherlock, with all due respect, don’t you think you’re overreacting to such a small gesture?”

“Overreacting?” Sherlock sat up, his glare hot. “That was no small gesture, Watson! Moriarty, I could see it in his eyes! He knew what he had discovered!” Sherlock started to stand, pausing as if remembering Miss Hudson’s warning before easing back in his seat. “I felt like a fool- for something so, so childish!”

“Sherlock, many people are ticklish.” Watson reassured him, wincing some when Sherlock cut him another look. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, and besides- the likelihood of Moriarty using it against you is slim.”

“That’s not the problem, John! It’s not that he knows I’m…” Sherlock stumbled, squirming in his seat. “Sensitive- It’s how annoying it is in my everyday life! I can’t even get fitted for a suit or checked at the department without being reminded of it!” The detective huffed, crossing his arms. “I was cursed with this dreadful ailment- a trade perhaps for my intellect. Given the ability to solve cases but now I must live with too sensitive skin!”

“Yes. Unfortunately there isn’t anything that can be done for that.” Watson mused. “No potions or medicines exist to remove ticklishness from the body.”

Sherlock nodded glumly, and then stopped. Eyes widening, his brain went into overdrive. “John, you ol’ chap, you’re a genius!” Sherlock grinned, making the doctor look up with a blink. “A medicine to stop being so sensitive! It’s perfect!”

“Sherlock I wasn’t being serious-” Watson began, finding himself being pushed out the room gently by the detective. “Sherlock?”

“No time! I must get to work, Watson! Time is of the essence!” Sherlock smiled before shutting the door in Watson’s face, leaving the other staring at old mahogany.

“Oh dear…” The doctor yawned, suddenly too tired to deal with this. “This will only end in disaster, won’t it?”

~~~

“John! John! Come quickly!” Sherlock’s cries shocked Watson out of his morning routine. The doctor raced towards the bedroom, panic setting in. Has Sherlock hurt himself? Did an experiment go wrong?

“Sherlock, what is it?” Watson sprinted into the room, finding Sherlock in mint condition before him. In his hand he held a beaker containing a ruby red liquid. “Erm..you have a drink?”

“What? No, this is no ordinary drink, John!” Sherlock shook his head, presenting the glass to the other. “This is my creation! A cure for the dreaded sensitivity afflicting my body!”

“What…oh. Your remedy for being ticklish.” Watson felt his body relax, glad to know no real danger was before him. “I’m glad you’re- What are you doing?”

Sherlock, after presenting the cup, chugged the entirety of its contents in one go. Wiping the drips of red from his lips, he nodded. “Oh yes…I feel it, John. My genius is working!”

“You’re mad!” Watson cried, running over and grabbing Sherlock’s collar. His skin looked fine, no sudden changes in color or texture. “Why would you drink that? Oh no- where’s the charcoal? Tell me you have charcoal!” John yanked open the nearest drawer, searching for the tablets. “We need to get you to the hospital before you-”

“John, John, easy!” Sherlock took his arm, pulling him away from the drawers. “I’m fine! If the solution was dangerous, clearly I’d be dead now, wouldn’t I?”

“Poisons work differently, Sherlock!” John grabbed the beaker, bringing it to his nose. “If we can identify the chemicals-”

“John.” Sherlock cut him off, finally silencing the other. “I assure you I’m fine. I know my way around a lab, thank you.”

The doctor was quiet, still staring at the beaker in hand. Finally, he sighed, putting it down on the table and turning to his flatmate. “Alright. I trust you. So, this magical medicine you made?” John gestured to Sherlock’s body. “Does it work?”

“I don’t know. That’s the thing about humans, we can’t exactly test ourselves regarding our sensitivity.” Sherlock looked thoughtful before making his way over to the couch, shrugging off his jacket and shoes. Once comfortable, he sprawled out along the cushions, tucking his arms behind his head. “Come on now.”

“Erm…what?” Watson asked.

“Do it.” Sherlock told him. Watson stared some more. “Come on now- we don’t know how long this remedy will last.”

“You want me to…tickle you?” Watson asked. Sherlock flushed at the question, but nodded. “Are you sure?”

“Yes yes! Now hurry! Before the solution wears off!” Sherlock fussed impatiently. Watson sighed before walking over, stretching out his hands.

“Very well. Just remember, you asked me to do this.”

“Hah, no worries! If this worked, I’ll be imu-uuhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuuhuhne!” Sherlock spasmed when Watson’s fingers touched his body, clawing at his stomach and sides. “Aheahhahahahhahaha! Whahahahhahaht the hehhehehehhheehhell?”

“Did it not work?” Watson asked, brows furrowing as he continued dragging his fingers along Sherlock’s torso. “You sounded so sure. Should I stop?”

“Nohohoohoohhohoho! Keehehehheheep gohoohohoohing! Mahahhahaybe it neehehehheds tihihiihime to kihihihihck ihiihih-IIHIHIN!” The detective all but squeaked when Watson pinched his lower ribs, his hands shooting down from behind his head to guard his torso. “Johohohohohoohn, dohoohoohohon’t!”

“Don’t what? If I recall, you weren’t even that ticklish here.” Watson mused, starting to smile. He let his other hand creep up Sherlock’s open side, walking up his ribs one bone at a time towards his armpit. “Or ticklish here? Maybe your medicine made it worse?”

“Perehehahhahhahahahps? Ihiihihihihihi nehehehehhehed to dohoohohoho mohohohore reeheehehshehehehharch! Aheahhahahhaahaha!” Sherlock squirmed to and from on the couch, batting at the hands. His cheeks were bright red now, his hair growing messier by the minute. “Geahhahahaha, ohoohoohkay! Ohoohohohkay, Wahahahhahatson, stahahhahap ihihiiihhit!”

“Already? But shouldn’t we check all the usual spots first? You never know- the medicine might have numbed a few.” It was absolute bull, what Watson was saying. Really, he was just starting to have fun. Sherlock could be quite the disaster when he wanted to be, driving him and poor Miss Hudson into his antics. It was nice to finally get some much needed revenge.

“Gohoohohohohohd pohohohoohint! Prohohohohoohcehehehheheed!” Sherlock nodded, arching with a cackle when Watson’s hands dug into his armpits. “AHEHAHHA I TAHHHKE IT BAHAHAHCK! I TAHHAHHAKE IT BACK GEHEHHET OHOHOHOOOHOHUT!”

“Hmm…nope, that’s still the same.” Watson dropped his hands down, grabbing Sherlock’s waist. The brunette all but shrieked, nearly jumping off the couch in his hysteria. “That’s the same too. Actually, I think your waist got worse, Sherlock!”

“WHHAHAHHAHAHTSON PELAHHAHHHAHAHSE!” The detective squealed, practically hugging himself to protect his tickle spots. No matter how tightly he pressed his arms in, Watson found a way past his defenses. “MOHOOHOHOVE SOHOOHOHMEWHERE EHEHHHEHLSE!”

“Okay okay…how about here?” Watson grabbed his hip, nearly getting a fist to the eye from Sherlock’s wild squirms. “Okay, definitely still ticklish. Here?” He squeezed his thigh, giggling some at the snorts he earned. “Yep, that’s still normal.” He even dared to tickle his feet, running a single finger down Sherlock’s sole.

“JOHOHOHOOAHAHHHHAAHAN!” Sherlock’s voice cracked from how bad it tickled, eyes wet with mirthful tears and voice fading in and out.

“Yep, you’re still ticklish everywhere.” Watson laughed, finally pulling his hands back. “Looks like your new medicine was a bit of a bust, ol’ chap.”

“Eheh…eheheh…heheh….” Sherlock groaned weakly, body limp with exhaustion against the couch. His hair fell in his face, matted with sweat and blocked his vision. Watson reached out to move it away when Sherlock proved too tired to do so. “Shahame…and heheere I thoohhought I did sohohomething…”

“Perhaps you should count yourself lucky you didn’t die from it?” Watson offered, earning a light pinch to the arm. “If anything, I think it made you even more ticklish than before.” “Drahahats…that’s ihihit. I’m leahhahving medicine to ohohohothers.” Sherlock groaned, closing his eyes. “I…I need a moment. Mahahaybe several.” He was out moments later, soft snores puffing out his lips. Watson smiled before standing.

“Here I was thinking you were killing him.” Miss Hudson’s voice made him jump. Watson turned to find her leaning against the doorframe, a soft smile on her lips as she watched Sherlock sleep. “Can’t blame you if you were. I’d want to kill him too.”

“Did we disturb you? I apologize.” Watson began, stopping when she waved him off.

“It’s fine, truly.” She walked over to the desk, picking up the beaker. “He drank it too. Such an idiot.”

“Yes. Though I have a feeling you knew he would.” Watson walked over, a secret smile touching his lips when their eyes met. “Wine, Miss Hudson?”

“It looked similar enough.” She winked, tucking the glass in her skirts. “You really think I’d let him drink whatever that concoction was? He’s bad enough alive. Imagine what he’d be like dead?” She shuddered. “He’d haunt us for all eternity.”

“He certainly would.” Watson agreed, laughing. “Would you like to have some tea with me, Miss Hudson? I’m curious to know what other interference you’ve done for the sake of Sherlock.”

“But of course, John.” She nodded, turning to the door. “That would be lovely.”

Thanks for reading!

#MTP #tickle #tickle fic #sherlock holmes #john watson #miss hudson #fluff #Lee!Sherlock #Ler!John #I love the idea of Sherlock being more ticklish when tipsy/or drunk #I don't know why- it just works in my head #Wrote this on a whim lols #long fic #Mentions of Moriarty

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sterek-ao3feed · 15 days

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A Possible Return

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55236112

by LandingStrutts66

Hopefully this fanfic will have an unexpected twist at the end that leaves you hanging. This will be my intention. This will come from the STEREK and ALIENS universes. I have no idea how it will go but I am going to approach it from a movie perspective so we'll see how that goes. I am by no means a professional writer own no rights to the characters of use nor any of the Teen Wolf or Alien franchises. This will skip around but that is sort of my intention. It will either confuse everyone or it will have some coherence. Here we go...

Words: 387, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV), Teen Wolf (TV) RPF, Sterek - Fandom, Alien Series

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Ellen Ripley, Rebecca "Newt" Jorden, United Americas Colonial Marines (Alien Series), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), androids - Character, Original Synthetic Character(s), androids and robots - Character, hypersleep - Character, cryosleep - Character, Michael Bishop (Alien Series), Dwayne Hicks, William Hudson, private hicks

Relationships: Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore

Additional Tags: Sterek Summer Fest 2024 (Teen Wolf), sterek, Alternate Universe - Teen Wolf (TV) Fusion, Alternate Universe - Aliens, Movie: Aliens (1986), Alternate Universe - Robots & Androids, Alternate Universe - Space, Space Marines, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Space Stations, Time Skips, Clones, Cryostasis, Robot/Human Relationships, Androids, Angst and Feels, Slow Build Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Married Derek Hale, Human Experimentation, Xenomorphs (Alien Series), Post-Movie: Aliens (1986), Acheron | LV-426 (Alien Series), Hadley's Hope (Alien Series), Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55236112

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #ao3feed Sterek #ao3feed #fanfic

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sakuplumeria · 4 months

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Mycroft Holmes :)

Mycroft Holmes

My first impression

This man looks old, but he still has his inner child in him :D

My impression now

Oh yeah you can act cool all you want, Mycroft. The whole world knows you love your little brother so much you become a little overprotective over him.

Favorite thing about that character

He's very quirky in expressing his care and love, he's just so awkward dealing with people he cares the most! The 673 wins over 0, the pigeon. How cute and sweet <3

Least favorite thing

I wish he's not that hard to draw. Uhh, this is exactly why I never draw him… hmmm

Favorite line/scene

I just love how this scene depicts his care for Sherlock so much. But also how he let Sherlock be free. I think it's just so wonderful.

Favorite interaction that character has with another

When Mycroft told the Moriartys about the truth of Holmes’ ancestor, he was also showing them how much he loves and protects his little brother. Even William was pleased by it. Uh, I think I really love his brotherly protective love for Sherlock…

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

William, actually. We don't see much of their interactions canon. I'm so curious what will happen if the two had a conversation in private.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

Touya :> No, not because I was rewatching CCS, but his so-called brother complex resembles Touya’s sister-complex a lot?

A headcanon about that character

A new headcanon that I came up with lately was that Mycroft had a thing with Miss Hudson and was the sole reason why Sherlock lived in 221B. I wrote a drabble about it here.

A song that reminds of that character

Once again, I shall skip this question :)

An unpopular opinion about that character

While I enjoy MycAl, I don't really ship them together... Please let me live!

Favorite picture

#thank you for asking!#mycroft holmes (ynm)#he's such a dork #i love overprotective brothers #yuumori #yuumori asks #yuumori character asks

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user-needs-new-hyperfixation · 2 years

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In media, births are always dramatic: in comedies there’s a frantic rush to the hospital or the father has vanished, etc. In dramas something goes wrong or the doctor is unavailable or whatever. And of course in real life no birth is without risk. But in my daydreams of the Yuumori gang having kids, there’s nothing so tense.

When John and Mary’s first child is born, it is a mostly quiet affair. She has a midwife attending and Miss Hudson for support, but John is ready to step in if needed. Sherlock and John camp out in the study with snifters of brandy, Sherlock telling stories of his travels to keep John from fretting.

William was with Sherlock when the message came that it was time, and was dragged hesitantly along, not wanting to intrude on such a private event. Miss Hudson, however, quickly decides that between John’s worrying and Sherlock’s fidgeting, William is the most useful of the three. The maid had already been sent home for the evening so William is put cheerfully to work fetching anything needed and keeping the stove hot and a steady supply of warm water and coffee and light snacks on hand through the night.

Sherlock is very carefully being a Good Friend even though he finds this whole process deeply tedious, but it helps that he can creep into the kitchen now and again and sneak kisses and grumble about why everyone must make such a fuss over a natural occurance.

Sometime in the wee hours, Sherlock and John doze off on the sofa side-by-side with their heads booped together like children, and it’s William who wakes them with gentle hands on their shoulders to send John up to meet his child. Liam curls into John’s abandoned spot and into Sherlock’s arms and marvels over the distant sound of newborn cries and the miracle that is living, and being allowed to bear witness to new life beginning.

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #ficlet #i need a sorting tag for these increasingly common 'what if the gang had kids' thoughts

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anonymouse1312437 · 2 months

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FanFic Ideas

Hey everyone, I have been a bit out of it for a minute. I was wondering if anyone had any ideas they wanted for the following people:

Pedro Pascal (Himself not characters)

Matthew Lillard (Himself not characters)

Characters:

PEDRO PASCAL:

Oberyn Martell

The Mandalorian

Joel

Juan Badillo

Marcus Moreno

Dieter Bravo

Comandante Veracruz

Javi Gutierrez (A favorite of mine)

Agent Marcus Pike

Javier Pena

Nathan Landry

Francisco Morales

MATTHEW LILLARD:

Shaggy Rogers (live action not animated)

Jerry Conlaine (A favorite)

Dean Boland (Another fave)

Stevo

Stu Macher

Brock Hudson

Principal Bosch

Tim LaFlour

Dennis Rafkin

William Afton

Please either leave suggestions here in the comments and whether you want them smutty/fluffy.

If there is a specific trait or fetish/fantasy you would like but, don't want to comment it please feel free to send me a message Privately.

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quinnfabrcys · 4 months

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he loved her, he loved her, he loved her. she was a like breath of fresh air, he told her, she made him feel normal. where have you been all my life, quinn fabray? carter loveless. as in jane austen's if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. but all men do is lie. and let their mothers treat their supposed love of their lives like shit. let it be known, quinn fabray is a certified feminist. but celia loveless is a certified cunt. the older woman who hired a private investigator to look into her son's girlfriend and decided to throw it back into her face, use it to embarrass her. did you know quinn was a teen mom? oh, yeah. then she just gave up the poor thing. couldn't even take responsibility. we don't have to worry about you giving up a future grandchild, do we? and that stupid rich person laugh. followed by her daughter's stupid laugh. now she wanted to jump over the table and in her best friend's words go all lima heights on her ass, that's what santana would've done. carter immediately moved the knife on her plate out of sight. as if he knew. "mom —," "you know, celia, we have a lot of common. i didn't raise my kid, you definitely didn't raise your kids, so i don't think you should be giving anyone parenting advice, you cunt," how dare you. where do you get off talking to me like that? "oh, are you upset? you have so much botox and fillers i couldn't tell," her attention moving to his sister right after, "and they had to pay half a million dollars to get you into usc because they thought you were too stupid to get in on your own and they were right!"

"you called my mom a cunt, my sister stupid, quinn, and you don't see anything wrong with that?" the man ran his hands over his face because of course this was so stressful for him. "i'm sorry, were you there when beth was brought into it? how it was so funny that a sixteen year old girl gave her baby up for adoption? i had to defend myself because you sure as hell weren't gonna do it. she did it to embarrass me, carter," the blonde immediately shot back. ""babe, she didn't mean it, that's just how she is sometimes. okay? i just think if you apologized first and were the bigger person —," and in that moment she understood why so many women snapped and killed their boyfriends and husbands because jesus christ. men were the worst. santana was always telling her to get a girlfriend for a reason. "not only am i not apologizing to leather face and her dumb ass daughter, i would never have children with fucking a pussy ass momma's boy, carter," santana lopez would be proud. she'd be even prouder if her best friend let her beat his ass, but that wasn't really an option at the moment.

dainty gold ring cladded hands ran over the yale university diplomas in their respective frames. two degrees in social work. lima, lima, lima. she put six hundred and seventy miles between her and lima when she went to new haven. then it was eight hundred when she moved to boston. lima, ohio. typical middle america. she tells people she's from columbus when they ask. well, it's close enough, because people from big cities would rarely know where a little town in the middle of ohio is. the town that she so badly wanted to escape once upon a time. she no longer thinks of her hometown like that. something to run from. instead it's something that welcomes her home no matter what's going on in her life. and right now she needed to be home. so there she was. in what once was the office of emma pillsbury, making it her own little piece of mckinley. maybe it's true what they say, that one way or another, you'll always find your way back home.

william mckinley was like a time warp. and finn hudson was everywhere. ten years felt like just yesterday and a million years ago all the same time. her chest hurt so bad the last time she was here as if it often did. the past summer. her friends always keeping their promises. by now, most of them were married or had kids. yet, quinn was content with being aunt quinn, aunt q, or 'inn, for the littlest ones. her baby was thirteen and she still remembered how much that shit hurt, so she was fine, thank very much. by now, all the students who ever knew finn hudson had graduated and moved on. to current students, he was solely the name on the auditorium. time was such a weird thing. with the sound of footsteps coming closer and pulling her out of her thoughts, the blonde turned around to see who it was. a smile immediately etching on her lips, sam evans. a magnificent duet partner, an even more amazing person. maybe the one that got away. "hi, sam," she spoke up, green eyes settling onto his blue ones. "you think this school's big enough for the both of us?"

#and if my wishes came true it would've been you.

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the-paintrist · 1 year

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William Dobson - Group portrait of Prince Rupert, Colonel William Legge, and Colonel John Russell - ca. 1645

Ashmolean Museum, Oxford, UK

William Dobson (4 March 1611 (baptised); 28 October 1646 (buried)) was a portraitist and one of the first significant English painters, praised by his contemporary John Aubrey as “the most excellent painter that England has yet bred”. He died relatively young and his final years were disrupted by the English Civil War.

Prince Rupert of the Rhine, Duke of Cumberland, KG, PC, FRS (17 December 1619 (O.S.) / 27 December (N.S.) – 29 November 1682 (O.S.) 9 December 1682 (N.S)) was an English army officer, admiral, scientist, and colonial governor. He first came to prominence as a Royalist cavalry commander during the English Civil War. Rupert was the third son of the German Prince Frederick V of the Palatinate and Elizabeth, eldest daughter of King James VI and I of Scotland and England.

Prince Rupert had a varied career. He was a soldier as a child, fighting alongside Dutch forces against Habsburg Spain during the Eighty Years' War (1568–1648), and against the Holy Roman Emperor in Germany during the Thirty Years' War (1618–1648). Aged 23, he was appointed commander of the Royalist cavalry during the English Civil War, becoming the archetypal "Cavalier" of the war and ultimately the senior Royalist general. He surrendered after the fall of Bristol and was banished from England. He served under King Louis XIV of France against Spain, and then as a Royalist privateer in the Caribbean Sea. Following the Restoration, Rupert returned to England, becoming a senior English naval commander during the Second Anglo-Dutch War and Third Anglo-Dutch War, and serving as the first governor of the Hudson's Bay Company. He died in England in 1682, aged 62.

Rupert is considered to have been a quick-thinking and energetic cavalry general, but ultimately undermined by his youthful impatience in dealing with his peers during the Civil War. In the Interregnum, Rupert continued the conflict against Parliament by sea from the Mediterranean to the Caribbean, showing considerable persistence in the face of adversity. As the head of the Royal Navy in his later years, he showed greater maturity and made impressive and long-lasting contributions to the Royal Navy's doctrine and development. As a colonial governor, Rupert shaped the political geography of modern Canada: Rupert's Land was named in his honour, and he was a founder of the Hudson's Bay Company. Rupert's varied and numerous scientific and administrative interests, combined with his considerable artistic skills, made him one of the more colourful public figures in England of the Restoration period.

William Legge (1608 – 13 October 1670) was an English royalist army officer, a close associate of Prince Rupert of the Rhine.

John Russell (1620-1687) was an English soldier and politician who sat in the House of Commons from 1641 to 1644. He fought in the Royalist army in the English Civil War.

Russell was the third son of Francis Russell, fourth Earl of Bedford, known as the "wise earl", and his wife Catherine Brydges, daughter of Giles Brydges, 3rd Baron Chandos. He was a wealthy man with estates at Shingay, Cambridgeshire.

In 1641, Russell was elected Member of Parliament for Tavistock in the Long Parliament after his brother William Lord Russell inherited the peerage. Russell served in the King's army and was a member of the Sealed Knot. The family had divided loyalties in the Civil War. His father had been a champion of the parliamentary cause and his brother changed sides twice. He had many aristocratic equally vacillating connections among his brothers-in-law: the Parliamentarians, Lord Brooke and Lord Grey of Wark, the turncoat Earl of Carlisle and the Royalists Lord Bristol and Lord Newport of High Ercall. Russell commanded Prince Rupert's blue coated regiment of foot, and was disabled from sitting in parliament in 1644. He was prominent at the storming of Leicester in May 1645, was wounded at Naseby and was in the Oxford garrison before its surrender.

After the Restoration Russell was commissioned colonel and captain of John Russell's Regiment of Guards which became incorporated into the 1st Regiment of Foot Guards, or later the Grenadier Guards. He commanded the regiment until 1681. He enjoyed dress, dance, and music although his taste belonged to the fashion of an earlier generation.

#William Dobson #uk #portrait #prince rupert #william legge #john russell

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