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imagopersonal · 1 month
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Happy father's day to all the fictional men I used as substitutes of a paternal figure growing up
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wizardlyghost · 5 months
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actually i really love how in elementary when sherlock fuckin dips back to london at the end of a season instead of coming back to "watson was lost without him and now that he's back everything goes back to normal" it's "actually watson just kept being a detective and was good at it and now that he's back everyone's like uh sure i guess you can have your old job back if watson doesn't mind sharing"
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jay-wasreblogging · 2 months
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dragoneyes618 · 8 months
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Mina's last name was Murray.
In the very beginning of A Study in Scarlet, Watson mentions an orderly named Murray who saved his life.
I saw a post somewhere suggesting that Murray was Mina's father. I really like that idea. I would want to write a fic about it, only I have no idea what it would be about. All I can think of is Murray dying of his injuries, and asking Watson to make sure whatever money he has goes to his daughter, so Watson arranges it that Mina gets sent to school so she'll be taken care of and can later provide for herself, with whatever she inherited from her father paying for her tuition (and Sherlock Holmes generously donating a few years later when Watson mentioned how the daughter of his old friend didn't have enough left of her inheritance to complete her schooling).
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vavandeveresfan · 5 months
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221B Baker Street Christmas!
I'm making my house a Murder Mystery Christmas. My newest acquisition is a Department 56 Literary Classics model of Sherlock Holmes' house, with Sherlock and Watson!
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It's all set for the season with garland and wreath, a table full of tiny British Xmas foods, a Christmas tree, and three annoying carolers. Miss Marple, Father Brown, and Hercule Poirot watch over them like Guardian Angels.
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Dr. Moriarty left them a plum pudding. I don't think they'll eat it.
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A better look at the two.
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Sherlock Holmes in the free domain, it’s Sherlock posting time.
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Sherlock being autistic, but not uncaring? Yeah I’ll have a few of those.
And here’s some older Sherlock art:
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ellieslittleburrow · 5 months
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Requested by the beloved @fatherlesschild2 : CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING ANGSTY ABOUT SHERLOCK AND ENOLA BEING SIBLINGS WITH READER, IDK I HAVE A QUESTIONABLE IMAGINATION BUT MAYBE THE READER GETTING INTO A FIGHT AND TRYING TO HIDE IT?
Warnings : uuuuuuuum angst? Grr scary brother
A/N: sorry for the delay lol. I had to copy and paste every single line from my other account so if something's out of place im soorry hahahah ❤️
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*creak*
God damn you st-
*creak*
Maybe if i went slower
"God da-"
"Young lady."
Your eyes flew up as your lips parted in a little gasp. Before you stood a large figure. Broad shoulders and a threatening stance, it towered over you, causing you to freeze in place.
Tiny splinters dug into your frozen fingers as you gripped the stair handle, tightening your hold the more Sherlock kept silent.
I mean, is he going to keep standing there until the sun sets and the birds start churping?
Your older brother stepped aside, motioning for you to step inside. And you complied, slowly and hesitantingly.
"Youngsters ought not to be wandering about late at night, particularily when expressly told ,on multiple counts, not to slip out." Sherlock patienly waited for you, taking after you the moment you passed by him.
You felt smaller with a much bigger shadow than you. But you kept your posture straight, anyways.
Your head was feeling too heavy for your liking and you just wanted to sleep.
"I'm sorry, Sherlock, is there any way we could do this tomorrow morning? Now's not the time for a lecture." The words came in a gruff tone. And as if you weren't already in enough trouble with the man, you just headed for the room you and sister Enola shared.
"Sure...Tomorrow." Sherlock's voice sounded." Good night, little one."
"And don't think i didn't see those marks on your neck"
Fuck.
"We'll discuss it tomorrow."
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It's tomorrow.
A pain is etching from your temple down to the hollow part that sits under your cheek.
Flashes of your....eventful evening storm in from your subconscious and a long sigh escapes your lips.
" Finally awake."
AH. You shriek, your body jerking to the uncomfortably close voice over you. Rolling around halfway, you jump backwards, shrieking at the two people standing over you.
What the hell?
Sherlock and Enola were standing at your bed, both leaning down to examine you like you're a cadaver they were just about to start inspecting.
But you weren't. So why the fu-"
"How did you get that, y/n?" The investigator's eyes dart from your own eyes to your cheek, and you unconsciously cover the said thing with your hand.
Uh....you were't sure whether to lie or not. Whether to tell the whole truth or just half of it.
"Uhhh..." A long sigh escaped your lips without your accordance as you hadn't already decided on which story to tell yet. "Uh..." You stuttered again, flustered.
You shrink in your bed, melting into the sheets as you leaned away from the figure that lowered it's upper body over yours.
"Little one, your answer better be the right one."
Sherlock's eyes calculatedly pursuited yours until they locked.
Dark and threatening, they glared into your soul. Shit. How can someone regret their decision the second they made it?
"I....I fell down the bar stairs."
Fuck. How can someone regret their decision the second they made it?
Sherlock straightens his back. "Really?"
"Y...yeah. you c-c-an ask the men th-there if you want." You got out of bed, the opposite side of where your siblings were standing.
"I was walking....I might've had a drink or two." Maybe admitting to another forbidden punishable act will help you elude the real thing? "And as i was walking down, my ankle twisted and i found myself flying down the stairs."
You brushed past both of them, heading for the door. Nice lie! If they were to go ask the men there, nobody would be able to say a single word, because all of them would have been too drunk to even know their own names.
You'd highfive yourself but-
"Alright then, show me the other bruises."
You were glad your back was facing them, as your eyes widened in surprise. Fuck! You didn't think of that. "The ones on your hands and knees, probably, as well as your hip." Triumph laced Sherlock's voice. You internally damned him to an afterlife in hell.
"What...other bruises?"
"Well of course i can't do that!" You spin around, disdain etched across your face. You scoff.
"I can't undress myself in front of y-"
Haha! Enola. You almost forgot about h-
"He'll leave the room."
You snort a provocative chuckle "You really believe i think of you any differently, Enola?"
"I'm sure he trusts my decision making by now." Your sister lifted a triumphant brow.
Enola's eyebrows relax as annoyance etches across her face. She sighs and happiness internally floods your body. Looks like you were close to win the battle. With her.
"How's this?" Anger embodies Sherlock.
Definitely only with her.
"Lie and i will make sure you...never do that again."
Sherlock started walking towards you.
"But then again, i would like for you to spare us the anticipation, i already know you're lying. Because your-"
"Because my toes seem strange and i breathed in instead of out?"
"Because your friend came running here and said you were getting yourself in really bad trouble. And that it was only a matter of time before somebody got badly hurt."
Oh..of course she did...
"Listen, y/n, we understand that you're afraid of our reactions." Enola started, crossing her arms over her chest. "But you can't hide those things from us, we're your siblings."
Adorable-not good enough, though. Not to insult Enola's attemps and efforts, but you'd never do that just because you're siblin-"That's Enola."
"On my part, if i ever find out you're lying to me about something like this, i will make your life a living hell, little girl. And trust my words, i will make sure of it."
Your head spun towards Sherlock, a bit surprised and...scared as darkness suddenly swamped his voice.
You would've rolled your eyes at him but you were already in enough trouble. You wouldn't want to bury yourself in it, would you?
"I'm sorry." The lie slipped out of your lips like butter. You're not sorry. You don't care. In fact, you're not done with those stupid bastards. And you're not one to let go easily.
Thankfully, they weren't going to know since your face was already bruised. Or are they?
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I HAVE A QUESTIONABLE IMAGINATION TOO I WILL DO BETTER NEXT TIME OKI KISSIES NOW BYE BYE. ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀
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wizardfrog69 · 1 year
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Hello! Can I request Moriarty The Patriot characters including Mycroft as fathers? Like would they be protective, caring, would they spoil them a lot yk just general things basically🤭
Omg that's such I cute idea, I'm always too lazy to include mycroft but I'll include him this time.
'•.¸♡mtp men as fathers♡¸.•'
Mtp x gn!reader (if I make reference to the reader but idk)
Fluff :)
Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, John, Mycroft.
Enjoy!
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William James Moriarty:
He will be such an excellent father, but won't pay as much attention to the child as he would like.
He is a maths professor so he'll teach his children about maths obviously, but he is occupied by his work at time and cannot spend as much time as he would like.
He will also teach them on like equality and decent human respect and how everyone should be treated equally because at the end of the day we are all homosapiens and shouldn't judge each other due to nasty stereo types and rumours.
Basically his child(ren) are well educated but still go to school cuz like they need to.
Also Louis teaches them basic kitchen skills.
Over all 9/10 father, the whole underground situation isn't the best regarding children yk
Louis James Moriarty:
He is protective as hell, like the house is baby proofed till the child is six or something.
But he will let the child explore its surroundings, especially in nature.
He's they type of guy to baby proof the plastic containers but let them walk to the very edge of a cliff yk.
He wouldn't actually let that happen but you get what I'm trying to say hopefully.
He child grows up around the smell of tea and obviously that's the only thing they drink.
Also he teaches them basic and simple culinary skills!
Louis also would educate his child(ren) about decent human respect and the child's uncle, William will teach them math in his spare time.
9/10 again the very deadly line of work thing isn't the best regarding children yk.
Albert James Moriarty:
He spoils them, need I say more?
Also he encourages them to play with other kids from lower classes.
He would be the most serious about tho and his drinking habits need to be reduced.
The child can't have such influences on its little mind.
Its uncles teach him a lot of things but Albert also contributes.
8/10 after, this time his legal and illegal line of work also his drinking habits, we don't want the child to grow up to be drinking alcohol 24/7.
Sherlock Holmes:
He is the fun dad, like all the kids love him.
But he can be low key scary when serious/angry but other than that he's chill yk.
John is child's favourite uncle, and it thinks Mycroft is low key scary.
Also Ms Hudson gives little Holmes candy cuz she can never resist the little kid.
It's the only reason why Sherlock isn't on the streets.
Also he spoils the kid.
7/10 father, he's like broke, smokes way too much, also his line of work isn't the safest (he got arrested and almost killed someone) but he will try and be careful.
John H. Watson:
He's an amazing father, he's really caring and soft.
He might spoil the child on a rare occasion but nothing too much.
Also if he thinks he'll endanger himself being sherlock's partner or like assistant idk but whatever he is to sherlock during working hours, he'll quit.
He doesn't trust sherlock with his child, like at all, he thinks sherlock will drop it or something.
10/10 father, he makes the child his first priority and shouldn't get shot death regarding his line of work.
Sebastian Moran:
I cannot see him as a father, like at all.
Mycroft Holmes:
He a stubborn father, but he has a soft spot for his child, it's honestly so sweet.
Like he would low key spoil the child but not too much and he'll be a very caring father.
Although when he gets mad or overly irritated the child is told to stop whatever they are doing in a harsher tone and either get told to go to their room or something similar depending on what they are doing.
But he apologise to the child and tells them what they did wrong.
His child will definitely grow up to have manners.
9/10 father, he gets irritated a bit too much.
༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻
Sorry but bond isn't in here as well :(
I hope the request is to your liking tho!
Take care of yourself as much as you can and have a good day/night!
-love, tired Az :) <3
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lokisrealpurpous · 5 months
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words hurt like a blade
pt2
part one here
father!loki x daughter!reader
warnings: sh, bullying,description of wounds and scars, mentions of suicidal thoughts ext.
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when loki finds out his little girl isn't dealing with things well, falling into dangerous habits that he once did too, he does everything to try and look after her.
☆ please please do not read this if you find anything in the warnings list at all triggering, keep yourself safe and I'm always here if anyone needs me or just needs someone to message ☆
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
It had been a few weeks since the accident, and loki hadn't been sleeping well at all. The thought of his little girl hurting herself and feeling so hopeless and scared twisted his stomach, he couldn't bare it. She was still in the healers room, bandages wrapped round both her colour drained yet swollen arms and pots and pots of medicines on the bedside desk. Her face was white and the dark bags under her eyes exposed her exhaustion, her hair was dreaded in uncountable knots and she was barley eating due to the sickness from the scene that repetivaly played out in flashbacks in her head, seeing the wounds open on her stained wrists and the blood that ran down her thighs.
y/ns eyes slowly blinked open, the light burning them. Straight away she felt the pounding in her head, black dots bouncing in the air as she swayed in her hospital bed.
"I'm sorry."
She mumbled over and over again.
"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I'm so-"
suddenly a large pair of arms wrapped around her waist, kissing her forehead and rocking her left and right.
"shhhhh angel."
loki whispered.
"I've messed it all up... I've... it wasn't you... I.... I'm sorry... dad i-"
She broke into sobs, the fear and sadness stealing her breath as she gasped through the tears. Lokis heart shattered into pieces, tears whelling in his eyes as he pushed himself onto the hospital bed, sitting I front of her with crossed legs, his hands taking hers and looking up at her.
"I love you princess... don't ever doubt that. I want.. I need you to talk to me.. to trust me. I've been here angel I have and.. I want you to have someone you can go to.. urges.. Relapse.. anything."
He practically begged as he kept her hands in a strong yet gentle embrace. She simply just nodded in reply.
"it's not the right way to deal with things sweetheart its not. It leaves scars and its so fucking dangerous I cant bare to loose you.. especially not like that."
He rolled up his sleve and her eyes widened.
"they scar more than you think.. if you take my word on how much you'll regret it in the future you'll save yourself a lifetime of doubt."
he chuckled softly kissing your forehead, then taking your hands again and looking you in the eyes.
"I love you."
"I love you more.."
"Imposible"
"Mm."
she scrambled into his embrace and hugged him tightly, wrapping around the blankets as she lay on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He brushed soft strokes and began to hum your favourite asgardian melody from when you were little.
"om hjem
Men trærne de danser
Og fossene stanser
When she sings she sings come home
When she sings she sings come home
When she sings she sings come home
When she sings she sings come home
I stormsvarte fjell jeg vandrer alene
Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem
I eplehagen står møyen den vene
Og synger: når kommer du hjem?
Men trærne de danser
Og fossene stanser
Når hun synger, hun synger
Kom hjem
Men trærne de danser
Og fossene stanser
When she sings she sings come home
When she sings she sings come home"
He looked down to her sleeping form snuggled around him and smiled softly.
"I'll look after you angel"
He said before kissing her head and brushing a strand of hair out her face, then laying down to sleep himself.
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the-ultimate-junkyard · 6 months
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I'm seeing a pattern here...
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anonymousewrites · 3 months
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A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 3) Prologue
Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader
Prologue: Difficult Loss
Summary: (Y/N) is dealing with the aftermath of losing Sherlock.
Mouse Note: Welcome to A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 3)! Very angsty beginning, I know, but it didn't exactly end that well. I hope everyone enjoys this, please feel free to comment (It gets me to keep writing and I always respond). I can't wait to see what everyone thinks. I've worked very hard on this! So, without further ado, let's go!
            Two years. Two years of going on autopilot. Two years of loneliness. Two years with Sherlock.
            (Y/N) was…not doing well.
            If someone asked them, they’d refuse to respond, but if pressed, (Y/N) would assure everyone (coldly) that they were just fine. Anyone close to them knew that was a giant lie.
            Mrs. Hudson could speak of how (Y/N) refused to eat whenever their loneliness got too strong. Even their beloved lollipops were abandoned and thrown in the trash. She saw them curl up in Sherlock’s armchair and just stare into space, lost in their memories as they ached for Sherlock to come back to them. She knew they had resisted washing their sweater for quite some time, and when it had come out smelling of detergent, (Y/N) had nearly burst into tears as it suddenly felt so foreign, like the last remnants of Sherlock had been destroyed.
            Mycroft could speak of how he let (Y/N) go on cases (supervised and ensured to not be dangerous at all) but saw nothing but mechanical work. They would solve the cases, but there was no…spirit. There was none of the energy they had when they worked with Sherlock. It was like they were on autopilot. And they only spoke when Lestrade prompted them. There was no desire to show off. In fact, (Y/N) had reverted to who they had been without Sherlock. Insecure. Unsure of themself. Unsure of everyone around them.
            John could speak of that better than anyone. He had lingered for so long in 221B, but (Y/N) hadn’t liked it. They were unsure of his presence, the lack of Sherlock being too much. It was too much for John, too. He couldn’t stay in the flat. And (Y/N) hadn’t protested. It was like they were waiting for him to leave, too. Like Sherlock.
            And he had. He had met Mary. He had fallen in love with Mary. He was ready to marry Mary. He had hoped (Y/N) would like her and they’d start finding more people to trust (or anyone to trust). But they hadn’t. They had acknowledged Mary, but they were so unsure of people. It wasn’t that they disliked her—John knew what (Y/N) was like with people they didn’t like—but they just couldn’t let themself get close. They couldn’t get past losing Sherlock. Without him…
            (Y/N) was empty.
            And everyone around them knew it.
            However, there was one thing (Y/N) kept to themself. They visited Sherlock’s grave. They knew he’d remind them that such sentimentality was silly, and they should be moving on to greater things. But they couldn’t, and since Sherlock was dead, (Y/N) didn’t have him to tell them to stop visiting his grave.
            So they kept going. They’d talk about their cases. They made sure they solved each one just to make sure they had successes to share with Sherlock. They had to make him proud. But still…
            “I miss you,” whispered (Y/N), curling up in front of his grave with his old purple sweater pulled around them. “I miss you so much.”
            (Y/N) missed their dad.
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helloliriels · 9 months
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FALLEN
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ANGEL
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allthemurders · 1 month
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crime show enjoyers, please help me out with some research for college!
i'm making a crime show title sequence for my final major project, but need to do some research first. so if you've got a minute, please let me know what you would expect to see in a crime show title sequence / things you've noticed they often include
any way of doing this is fine — replies, reblogs (with comments or tags), asks, messages, and responses on my google forms thingy are all appreciated. and if possible, please reblog this post to get it out to more people. thanks in advance! :)
EDIT : responses are now closed!
any new comments / reblogs / messages / etc with responses won’t be included in my research
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What do you think about Rudolph the rednosed reindeer?
What I think about it? Well I think Father Christmas is really not taking good care of his reindeer, if his favourite one has a severe rhinitis. If its nose is so red it seems to be glowing, then something is inflammed severely, which increases blood flow dramatically, causing the red colour. Either due to allergies, or some kind of infection, or maybe the reindeer feel like flying because of a certain white powder they got provided with nasally, also increasing blood flow. They should call a veterinarian for that one. There is no other logical explanation for those things, the reindeers are high on snow, think they are flying and have a severe rhinitis.
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partywithponies · 10 months
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Listen,
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