ah hell, might as well do this one too while I’m uploading stuff
Somebody that I Used to Know (Reichenfeels Edition)
available for download on SoundCloud here.
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so bored that you could die
I told myself it was a lovely phase
The lack of murders and the peaceful days
But now I almost wish there’d be a serial killer…
You can get addicted to a certain kind of madness,
Like sociopathic fascination with the end.
I guess you never really seemed to care,
and that was something that I could not share.
But I always helped you through, and now it’s over.
(rest of the lyrics are in the soundcloud description)
oh my god you guys
i just realized
i am not the only holmes fan in this dorm room
EH HEH HEH HEH *is shot*
For those who haven’t heard it, Martin Freeman’s 13-second summary of Sherlock.
So, I reached 1,000 followers yesterday, and I wanted to write something in gratitude, and then an awesome tinychat planted the idea of a Sherlock/Avatar crossover in my brain. Unfortunately, I only realized after writing about half of it that the demographic of people who have seen Sherlock and A:tlA and Korra is, er, probably quite a small one.
But oh well. I wrote it, so here it is. 8,700 words of the most seriously written cracky crossover you ever did see. I’m also going to put it up on my FFnet in a bit, if that’s more your style. (edit: fic on ffnet here!)
Title: BENT AND BROKEN
Sherlock Holmes is many things: consulting detective; non-bender; semi-sociopathic descendant of the once-Fire Lord Azula.
John Watson is many things: waterbender; ex-soldier; healer; live-in P.A. to Sherlock Holmes.
The dead body Lestrade shows them in a back street of Republic City is, too, many things: dead for seven and a half hours; an earthbender with firebender’s papers; and, to Sherlock’s relief, thoroughly not boring.
This mini-murder mystery is set ninety years or so after Korra, with all the new technology that entails.
“Earthbender,” Sherlock says, prowling around the prone corpse. “Powerful one. Married twice. No, three times. Ex-Future Industries worker. Lower management level; fired approximately a year ago. Additional pursuits limited to drinking, mashing tsungi horn melodies with modern beats, constant internet usage, and copious sexual activity. John, time of death?”
John closes his eyes, places his hands on the corpse’s chest. Reads the curdled blood sitting stagnant in the man’s veins. Rigor mortis is complete – plus a few giveaways in the softening tissue of the eyes and face … “Seven and a half hours, give or take a few minutes.”
“Wait, wait, bloody hang on!”
John and Sherlock look at Lestrade like they forgot he was there. (They did.)
“Problem?” Sherlock says briskly.
“Yeah, there damn well is! Did you say he was an earthbender? He’s got firebender’s paperson him, Sherlock.” Greg holds out a sheaf of papers, which Sherlock promptly snatches.
The consulting detective’s gaunt face goes blank as he flips through the papers. “Firebender … fascinating.”
He stands still and silent for a good five minutes. John doesn’t bother interrupting The Catatonic Sherlock Thinking State, but after three hundred long seconds, Greg can’t help himself. “You sure he’s an earthbender, then?”
Sherlock aims a disgusted look his way. “Obvious. Distinctive ridges of callus bunched up beneath the toes; squared fingertips from frequent and direct contact with stone. Metalbender, too – iron curls caught under the thumbnail. So the question becomes why he would pretend to be a firebender … and, more immediately, we have the question of how.”
He tucks the papers into the pocket of his coat and strides away, leaving John and Lestrade in a resigned sort of bewilderment.
“Where d’you think he’s off to, then?” Lestrade says, letting out a sigh. He taps his foot in clear irritation, and the resultant tremor through the stone pavement makes a nearby Satomobile tremble on its wheels.
John grimaces. “Dunno, but I’d better follow him. Thanks for the case, he’s been a right nightmare this entire week.”
In which the entire fandom trolls Sir ACD on his deathday. Yeowch.
IF YOU’RE WATCHING, WE DO IT OUT OF LOVE
The fic that has been torturing my soul is finally FINISHED and UPLOADED. Hope you enjoy it.
Genre: Psychological thriller, but shockingly, FFnet doesn’t have that as an option, so.
Rating: M for brief strong violence; trigger warnings listed at the top of the fic.
Summary: The one thing Sherlock doesn’t know about Jim Moriarty is the most important.
(…aaand because I like to pretend I can make graphics, I made this graphic for it. *prods*)
HOW COULD YOU DO THAT.
SOLUTION: WE HAVE TO KEEP IT EQUAL