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Hullo, hullo. It's been almost a month without an update; that really wasn't my intention. But you see, five days ago, I came home from my three-week long trip to Boston, U.S.A. Which was my first major journey abroad, so I've only now recovered from my jet-lag. I know I have tons of things to catch up on.

So of course I sign up for [ profile] hc_bingo. ::facepalm:: SELF, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

H/C Bingo Card )

This is going to be so much fun. ♥
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I seem to be developing something of a fangirl-crush on Victor Trevor. I blame [ profile] ladylovelace.

All right, so it might have been I who suggested we should RP a pre-slashy farce about Holmes thinking romantic friendships are common friendships, because Victor told him so, and Watson flips out a bit. Only, then things got melodramatic and we decided to bring Trevor back from Terai America and after enough overacting and drama to make a Victorian roll her eyes, we ended up with all three of them living in a polyamorous relationship, where Trevor and Watson have sex while Holmes doesn’t, because Holmes is emotionally still a teenager.

… I don’t even like OT3s.

What I do like is Oxbridge romances, though. Ah, Charles Ryder/Sebastian Flyte, Maurice Hall/Clive Durham… ♥ I blame the atmosphere of those universities; it’s so terribly romantic. Yes, indeed, that is the reason why I ship Holmes/Trevor so much. That and the fact that Trevor owns a dog, because everything is automatically better with dogs.

(For those of you who are familiar with the radioverse: have you listened to A Study in Scarlet yet? Because according to this ‘verse, the reason Watson gave his bull-pup away (to Stamford, actually) was due to the fact that the pup wouldn’t stop attacking Holmes’ ankles. Sound familiar? ♥)
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Title: trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Pairings: Watson/"Holmes" (Watson/OMC)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU; Angst, Romance
Word Count: 6 751
Summary: "You're back," Watson says and slowly opens his eyes. A beatific smile graces his lips. "It's you, and you've come back to me."

Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction based on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's original works.
(The quotes found in this story are from "The Crooked Man", "The Naval Treaty" and "The Final Problem".)

Notes: This fic was inspired by Cress' Understudy — which I warmly recommend — but with my own, darker, twist to it. A What-if story exploring the theory that the post-Reichenbach Holmes was, in fact, an impostor.
This fic is an unholy mash-up of different 'verses, but the characters' appearances are based on the 2009 movie.
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I love the Sherlock Holmes kink memes.* They make the fact that I'm writing a Mermaid AU seem almost commonplace. ♥

* [ profile] sherlockkink & [ profile] shkinkmeme
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It’s actually kind of fascinating how closely connected the memory is to the senses of smell and taste. For example, the smell of dried nail varnish reminds me of Marvel Comics and Iron Man in particular, because the time when I was the most obsessed by them coincided with when I started to paint my nails on a regular basis. The taste of Pepsi reminds me of Sherlock Holmes, since I started to buy it just before I went to the cinema, because I wanted something ~special~ to drink then. Cardamom reminds me of manga, because I was nuts about cardamom buns when I was twelve. And then there’s the soap in the bathroom downstairs, which drives me insane because it reminds me of something that I can’t put my finger on.

Why, yes, I am currently sleep-deprived. How are you all doing?

Ohmygod, I’m going to see Iron Man 2 this evening, Icanbarelycontainmyexcitement, I’ll even wear my cutest skirt!
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I have just written the closest I've ever come to a sex scene, I believe, though it's not much more than a summation hidden beneath layers and layers of purple prose. Oh, the purple prose. I can't believe I wrote this sentence:

When they later lie in the essence of their shared love, rising again from their mutual deaths, /.../

Excuse me if I go and feel thoroughly ashamed of myself for a while.
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You all remember that I love Clive Merrison and Michael Williams' takes on Holmes and Watson, right? Well, if you haven't realised why yet, allow me to show you.

For example, take their version of SCAN. As everyone knows, SCAN stars the famous ~Irene Adler~ and several Holmsians consider her the love of Holmes' life. One would expect that story would be crammed with het and gush, right? Ix nay, madame.
I mean, just look at the bloody start of the adaptation!

Watson: [voice-over] To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt anything akin to love for her. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his precise, analytical mind.

Holmes: [disgusted] Ugh, love. Love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to true, cold reason.

Watson: [upset] Which you place above everything else!

Holmes: Of course! I should never marry myself—

Watson: [shouting] Hah! I would like to see the woman that would take you on!

Holmes: —lest I’d bias my judgement.

Watson: I trust that my judgement may survive the ordeal!

Holmes: Pshaw!

Oh, I cannot make this scene justice by mere words alone. Here, have a YouTubeesque sound-clip:

This is then followed by a terribly awkward visit, where it takes a good while for them to relax in each other's company. Which leads to the infamous quote, "I am lost without my Boswell."

Do you see why I love them so much now? ♥
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Clearly I am bored, because I usually don't give astrology any thought at all.

But perhaps if I applied it to Holmes and Watson? )
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I just read an amazing story. Really, I'm feeling emotionally drained right now.

How To Keep Bees [by [ profile] blacktablet]
Robert/Jude, Holmes/Watson | ~10,500 words | hard R | minor character death, swearing, angst, run-on sentences of run-on-ness | complete |

Robert goes through a terrible tragedy, Jude is there for him, and Holmes thinks Watson has quite lost his mind.

Listen, honestly, don't let the RPF thing scare you away. I don't read RPF, but I loved this fic. It's massively AU, if that helps in any way.

(I expect to hear from you soon, [ profile] ladylovelace, via either e-mail or comment, where you'll tell me what you thought of this fic.)
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So, I had to drop out of [ profile] holmes_big_bang because real life is a bitch and school hates me, but that doesn't mean I can't amuse myself in other ways. So what do I do? I sit down and write an essay on Sherlock Holmes and Asperger's Syndrome, that's what I do. WTF, self?

I haven't even written a fifth of what's planned, either, and I'm already at +3000 words. By Jove.

ALSO. I'm turning eighteen this Friday, which means I will, hopefully, have a Paid Account by Saturday! :D



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