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Portraying King Charles I in "55 Days" [My fave wig because he looks fabulous in those lush locks]

Dr. Lazarus - "Dr. Who" [This is where I was introduced to Mark Gatiss, whose name finally stayed with me]

Phil Proctor - "The League of Gentlemen" [Whenever I write a young punk Mycroft, this is the inspiration.]

Mr. Snow - "Being Human" - UK [Because Snow was so wickedly creepy]

John Dashwood in "Sense & Sensibility" [This is how I imagine Mycroft in ACD timeline (I utterly refuse to acknowledge the insulting fat suit nonsense of TAB) ]

Happy Gatiss Wednesday!

This Wednesday is dedicated to what’s on top of Mark’s head. Let’s see your favorite pics and gifs of Mark with his own hair or any of the many wigs or hats he’s worn.

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The lovely @chriscalledmesweetie bought me in the fandom trumps hate auction, and as thank you for their generous donation, I've made a cover for their wonderful fic Nonsense and Insensibility, which you can read here!

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Drama Queen

Here me out: According to his CV (Curriculum Vitae), Richard Brook is an award-winning actor (S2:E3 The Reichenbach Fall), but they didn't state which award. Tell me, Jim, as Richard would not ADORE the drama of a Broadway revival of Phantom!

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Savage!

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Damn! I think... aww fuck me... I think a new plot rabbit just joined the warren

No matter how big a mistake he makes, just smile, since Mycroft will fix everything.

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Appreciate!

In Celebration of All Fanfic writers and some of the popular platforms that provide places to spread the joy of telling stories beyond the beloved books, shows, movies, etc. that inspire them!

[Of course, I give a nod to the hilarity that is the AO3 x Tumblr ship, all cuddly under the trope blanket, with fellow fic sites holding it down like the exhibitionists, aka writers and voyeurs, aka readers we all are!]

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Jim [unzipping]: What do you say? Sebastian [already on his knees]: Yes!

SEVARYA x Jock Thomson for DRIP (2/6)

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1. Thank You so much for the fic recc. 🥰 2. I adore the drawing. 😍 3. SQUEEEEEEE on the tiger print jammies! 😘 4. Permission to download it and at it to the current chapter, pretty please?

I'm obsessed with the fic Sins of the fathers by @starkraivennemad and @fabricdragondesigns (Highly recommended fic. Actually any of their fics are amazing)

So I made a drawing (or try to) of Jim and his baby Aiden 🥺💜

I was thinking about drawing another one of Sebastian and Aiden. And another of the three of them together

Aiden is wearing tiger 🐅 print baby clothes

No. 161

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Benefits of the Pugilist

Greg Lestrade came home after a long work day and had barely passed the door of the home office when he found himself shoved against it.

“Just one shot!” Mycroft Holmes kissed Greg’s knuckles and grinned.

“Hah! Sherlock texted you, didn’t he?” Greg laughed as Mycroft began to unbutton his shirt.

“Of course, and I saw the camera feed.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------- Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, and John Watson were investigating a lead for a case that had them speaking with Aaron Herman, the waiter of a chic café. Greg had politely stepped up to the man first to introduce the three of them when Herman pushed past Lestrade to serve customers, ignoring them more than once. Mistake. “Mr. Herman, you can talk to me freely here, or suffer the consequences at NSY in cuffs later.” Greg threatened, pushing back his trench coat to reveal said handcuffs. “Meet me behind the café.” Herman entered to pick up another order, and this time accidentally shoved John.   Big Mistake. “If you don’t like what’s in the mirror, don’t take it out on him.” Which was when Sherlock, being Sherlock, deduced the man’s affair with the café waitress and a few other things before John could put a stop to it, which naturally, only made the man less willing to speak. “I said behind the café,” Herman growled, seemingly relenting. Sherlock and Lestrade knowingly looked at each other as they pretended to turn for the rear. It was evident that Herman had no intention of meeting them, and Sherlock fully expected the man to run. He was not the only one. John stepped in front of Herman, blocking the front door as he stood toe-to-toe with the man. That Aaron Herman was a half foot taller and two stone heavier than the former army captain was irrelevant. “Get out of my…” Herman started speaking, and John immediately backed away, his expressive face wrinkled with disgust as he tried not to cough. “I did say chronic halitosis, John,”  Sherlock smirked. Sherlock knew John Watson had a temper. Even for a Scot, Watson’s temper was something of note. It’s not that he forgets; he is Sherlock Holmes after all, but John’s temperament, like his deep blue eyes, is part and parcel of the man. Sherlock does not think about it. When Herman spun around, his raised fist heading toward Sherlock Holmes… Big Mistake. Huge. So, the quick gut punch that brought Aaron Herman to his knees and several of the customers to their feet did not surprise him. It was the one who threw the solid punch – Lestrade. The detective inspector does not let loose physically often, but when he does… John whistled, impressed, as an annoyed Greg slapped cuffs on Herman, brought him to his feet, and began to read him his rights. “He should have popped a breath mint and met us behind the café,” Sherlock chuckled as he pulled out his phone. Text: Access the cameras at Waterfall Tearoom, past fifteen minutes. Should be nothing. –SH -------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I cannot believe Sherlock still believes you want to know when I lay hands on suspects, just in case of a potential lawsuit. It was nothing.” Greg gasped lustily when Mycroft let him up for air after a most thorough snog. “I’m happy to enjoy the consequences, but if he ever figures out this winds you up…!”

Yes, he continues to believe. ‘Should be nothing’ is exactly what he said when he texted me to check the footage. And you…” Mycroft dropped to his knees and winked as he unzipped Greg, “…get to reap the benefits, my dear pugilist!”

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Lead On

Greg Lestrade finds himself staring into a group of people, and it's not a press conference, when, after three decades, his past and present collide in a way he could never have imagined.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/69273826

Written for LittleFluffyCloud's "Rock the Mystrade" Collection on AO3.

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WHOO HOO!

And we’re back!!

Eventually. Sorry about all the delays, everyone, but this week will be a better one for getting updates done. I have chapters written, but my downtime from work has been nonexistent.

Thank you as always for your patience with me!

Mystrade story update for the wonderful @starkraivennemad has posted!

Chapter 7

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The absolute most beautiful thing about fanfic.

One thing I love is that we all have our own versions of characters. Like yes we're both talking about the same guy but really, mine is completely different from yours. For example, my Sherlock would never do this thing, while your Sherlock absolutely would, and both of them are cool!! And I think it's amazing that we just give fictional characters parts of ourselves and make them into ones of our own :)

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Chapter 27: All The Colours Bled To Red (excerpt)

“Wallace…” Sebastian stood where two tunnels intersected before reaching the junction. He projected his voice into the dark, knowing it would faintly echo. “{…Concede.}”

There was a quiet moment, and Sebastian imagined Wallace pondering his life choices before answering.

“ Zugzwang, Sebastian... {No.}”

Yeah, I didn’t think he would. Having come this far? Even if he knew his odds were slim, he almost had to try to take me down.

In a reflective action Sebastian had counted on, Wallace immediately turned off his torch, expecting to remove himself as a 'target,' but also rendering himself completely blind…

Wallace Moran needed a moment for his eyes to adjust to the complete darkness…

Sebastian Moran did not…

Sebastian stepped from the wall…

…Bullets fired into the dark.

There were grunts and curses as the bullets made impact…

…the torch as it tumbled to the ground...

…immediately followed the sound of Sebastian's knees hitting the ground…

As Sebastian carefully edged closer, there was a brief sound.

A sound any combatant knew as the last gurgling breath of air escaping a dead body…

And then… 

Silence.

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Signature

Of course, Mycroft has some fond memories of Musgrave, the destroyed family estate of his childhood. And though Sherlock himself has begun to remember Musgrave in earnest after the events of Sherrinford, Mycroft knows that when his brother thinks of home, it’s of this cottage first.

“This is the first time you’re coming to dinner here. Mummy most likely made her signature dish.” Mycroft said to Greg as they entered. “She can’t say it enough that it is her signature dish.”

“Well, you know my signature dish, besides you.” Greg teased.

After months of dating, Greg was meeting the Holmes parents at last. Sherlock and John had recently announced their engagement, and Mummy was overjoyed that her eldest had found someone and naturally insisted on meeting him.

“That’s because you have excellent taste in dishes.” Mycroft retorted, “Her dish compared to yours is… signature indeed.”

Mycroft knew Greg caught the way he said it, and it gave him pause. The scents of dinner that wafted from the kitchen seemed wonderful, but they were being greeted by his parents before Greg could question it.

The dish was served, the meat was brown, with evidence of onions, spices, and other not quite identifiable ingredients, and shaped something like a loaf, but to this day, Mycroft would not call it by the name Mummy used.

“How’s the meatloaf?” Mummy asked, taking a bite of it.

“Darling, you’ve outdone yourself again.” Mr. Holmes smacked his lips, clearly delighted with it.

“Indeed you have, Mummy…” Mycroft broke off a small section, surrounded by vegetables, to offset the taste, “And what do you think, Greg?”

Mycroft couldn’t say enough on how he loathed meatloaf. It took Greg months to convince Mycroft to try his and he became a covert, but only for Greg’s dish.

And poor Greg was about to learn why.

Mycroft knew he would need to make it up to Greg later, but watching the man carefully school his face when the forkful of Mummy’s signature dish finally reached his tongue was priceless.

Greg took a deep swallow of water to get it down and smiled graciously at the matriarch, “Oh, it’s great, Mummy.”

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 It's Plain To See, It's Him Or Me

It really was a shame that the oh-so-damned-good mood and day was about to end.

** Confusion **

** Alpha Protective Fear **

** ALPHA RAGE **

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Un Rapped

People don’t think about all the things one accumulates in life until it is time to move. Or, in the case of a parent’s passing, the past left behind for others to go through afterward.

She walked into the office and carefully approached the gobsmacked man seated at the desk.

She nervously stopped just short of being in view of the laptop. “Do I want to know?”

He gestured helplessly at the screen for her to see.

“Oh. My. God! Mum still had that? I thought that was long gone. How did you…?

“This is an old secretary desk; these things are notorious for having hidden compartments that owners tend to forget the compartments exist and/or the contents they’ve hidden within them.” He gestured at the desk covered with items found. “This is everything."

”Okay, you found the CD…” she grinned at the screen, “…but why did you look so confused?”

“I’ve no idea what I’m looking at. I mean, I know what it is I am seeing logically, but he did… this? It’s rather disturbing.”

“It’s rather hilarious. I thought you knew?”

“Would you admit to this?” He looked at the woman incredulously. “How was I to know?”

“Do you want to watch it again?” She moved the mouse as though to close the file.

The look Sherlock gave her was vicious as he grinned evilly. “Oh god, yes!”

Together they watched the short video for a third, a fourth, and a fifth time.

“I’m feelin’ it” “You rockin’ it” “I’m feelin’ it” “I’m checkin’ it” “I’m doin’ it” “I’m feelin’ it” “I’m kissin’ it” “I’m checkin’ it” “Nice!”

He turned up the volume as the video restarted again and looked towards the door, “5… 4… 3… 2…”

The two broke into peals of fresh laughter at the sound of something heavy being dropped and footsteps suddenly running.

“Harriet Elaine Watson! You better not have shown that to Sherlock!”  John all but slammed into the door frame as he cursed seeing his husband and sister laughing at the laptop.

“Sorry, John Hamish Watson-Holmes, he found it and showed it to me!” Harriet nearly doubled over as she hooted with laughter.

They watched a video of a young John Watson.

A video of a young John Watson, before he entered the Royal Army and became a doctor.

A video of a young John Watson rapping and beatboxing in a car with a friend.

“Your face!” Sherlock Holmes-Watson wiped away at laughing tears. “I know it was the style of the youth then, but the only thing more appalling than your performance was your clothing. Bright yellow mesh, John? I mean, Ricky C!”

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Ah Bluebell how I grin at the thought of him showing up at Q-Branch in one of these 'possibilities' and sans shoes to boot! (HAH!)

Oh no! While Bond was escaping through town late at night, the Evil Villain drenched him with toxic sludge. Not only is Bond's bespoke suit ruined - it's hazardous! What will he wear? Luckily, while passing by a thrift store, Bond spots a bag of donated clothing. Maybe some local has discarded an old Tom Ford tuxedo, or perhaps some tactical gear. Let's help Bond assemble an outfit from this sartorial grab bag!

Scavenger Hunt #1: 007 has gotten terribly soaked/singed/shredded (again) and needs a complete wardrobe change on the run. Put together an outfit at a local store or from your closet and snap a photo of what Bond will be walking around in for the next little while.

Some possible outfit choices:

Since photos are required, here are pictures of the actual thrift store goodies: