#sherlock crossover

[detective-luca-montoya]

@artofdeductionbysholmes Was sent this weird link to an audio file along with an envelope. Enclosed is... well, what I'm assuming is a murderer weapon if the congealed blood is any indication. I've sent the evidence over to Baker Street. Here's the link- Koya checked it for viruses. It's clean.

[artofdeductionbysholmes]

My fiancée and I recently received this letter in the mail:

Dear Mr. Snicket,

Congratulations on your upcoming marriage! We at the Vineyard of Fragrant Drapes are overjoyed to learn that your future includes wedding bells ringing.

Hello. Enclosed is an award-winning photograph of our beautiful wedding gazebo. If you prefer, the gazebo can be painted a different color. You or your future bride simply need to inform us—we are entirely at your disposal. White paint makes the place come alive, in our opinion, but we'll repaint the building if you do not think so.

The food, as you specifically requested, will not be from the Anxious Clown or Café Salmonella but will come from another fine restaurant nearby that specializes in tea parties. Here at the Vineyard we want to please our customers, so the sugar bowls will all be in place, we promise you. We'll count them if necessary.

Besides the gazebo and the catering, we will provide the following wedding accessories free of charge: candles to burn during the ceremony, three lower arrangements, an official wedding certificate you will probably want to frame for display in your home, and the enclosed souvenir-a photograph of our lovely grounds, inscribed

"Beatrice and Lemony: Love Conquers Nearly Everything." The weather promises to stay beautiful during the entire week. You'll be sad to go awav.

Ring, ring, ring, those wedding bells!

With all due respect,

The Vineyard

We believe it to be in Sebald Code, yet have no time to crack the code.

If you help me crack this code, Sherlock, like the noble person I know you are, an entire secret organization shall be at your beck and call. Please.

-Lemony Snicket

Hello.

At last, you've shown your real face instead of hiding behind Tumblr's veil of anonymity.

The code was remarkably simple to crack—especially after you so helpfully identified its type.

Congratulations on your upcoming marriage! We at the Vineyard of Fragrant Drapes are overjoyed to learn that your future includes wedding bells ringing.

Hello. Enclosed is an award-winning photograph of our beautiful wedding gazebo. If you prefer, the gazebo can be painted a different color. You or your future bride simply need to inform us—we are entirely at your disposal. White paint makes the place come alive, in our opinion, but we'll repaint the building if you do not think so.

The food, as you specifically requested, will not be from the Anxious Clown or Café Salmonella but will come from another fine restaurant nearby that specializes in tea parties. Here at the Vineyard we want to please our customers, so the sugar bowls will all be in place, we promise you. We'll count them if necessary.

Besides the gazebo and the catering, we will provide the following wedding accessories free of charge: candles to burn during the ceremony, three lower arrangements, an official wedding certificate you will probably want to frame for display in your home, and the enclosed souvenir-a photograph of our lovely grounds, inscribed

"Beatrice and Lemony: Love Conquers Nearly Everything." The weather promises to stay beautiful during the entire week. You'll be sad to go awav.

Ring, ring, ring, those wedding bells!

With all due respect,

The Vineyard

The decrypted message reads as follows:

Hello. If you are alive, do not come here. The Count will burn you and Beatrice. Stay Away.

Looks like I am truly noble. What exactly can your secret society offer to someone like me?

SH

[ceci-silly-drawings]

This is the first drawing of Shinigami Jim but there will be more... I hope XD

I wanted to make the cinematic record like spider's legs ((Just thinking about it gave me the creeps) (I have a phobia of those things).

I miss his brown eyes, and although I like how he looks with glasses, I think he looks too much like an office worker, to be honest, hahaha. The shinigami in Kuroshitsuji have different types of scythes, even pruning shears or scissors xD I'll change it in the next drawing, but I wanted something classic for a grim reaper lol

No. 311 ? Im Not sure

I hope you like it

Here's the song from the opening of the anime haha

[mousebitesmd]

consulting doctors (G, 1.5k words)

Ex-Army doctor James Wilson needs a job, a place to stay, and—he's loath to admit—a friend. Luckily, a certain diagnostician can help him with all three. or: what if Wilson was a bit more like his literary counterpart?

my take on adapting the first chapter of "A Study in Scarlet" into the House universe (and making Wilson a bit more Watson-esque)

tags: Inspired by Sherlock Holmes, Book: A Study in Scarlet - Arthur Conan Doyle, Holmes!House, Watson!Wilson, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, Pre-Slash, Walk Into A Bar, Military James Wilson, First Meetings, Sherlock Holmes Remix, Character Study, Canon-Typical Behavior

[catlock-holmes]

I was looking for Godzilla Minus one

And down there is sherlock under category "friendship" (yeah sherlock and John are just friends sure netflix....sure)

Apparently sherlocks friends with Godzilla

He loves the kaiju

Kaijulock

Omg now i wanna write that fanfic Godzillalock

Kaijulock

Sherlock as Godzilla

AND THEY FINALLY PUT DEATHNOTE ON GERMAN NETFLIX YAYYYYY

[holmosexualitea]

Uh- Sherlock x Phantom of the Opera crossover for no reason at all-

Enjoy.

[orgumimi]

Okay I epically foreshadowed this earlier. But a fun cross over I have been considering lately is BBC Sherlock and The Penumbra Podcast Juno Steel verse .

It would obviously be Juno steel coming to 21st century Earth via Scifi, alongside some criminal organization he's chasing.

The idea that a non binary bisexual Private Detective from Future Sci-fi Mars is just there, in London. What's Sherlock gonna do about it? How in the world could he ever come to the correct conclusion? And if he still does, by God would that be hilarious.

Like can you imagine Sherlock swanning around all dramatically. Then suddenly going off about how Juno is from Goddamn Literal Mars. Like oh, oh, whatcha gonna do Sherlock? Look at his Mars shoes with the Mars dirt on them? Listen to his Mars Accent? His Mars eye?

Although considering how Sherlock FORGOT that the earth goes round the sun. I think it would be terribly hilarious if he just doesn't think Mars is real. Like there cant be life on mars its essentially a dot in the sky. Like all of these allusions to the red planet must be a calling card or a symbol from some dark shadowy society.

Which technically is true, what is also true is that the criminals are from Goddamn Mars. How would Sherlock prove that to anybody at all? Like yes it's reasonable to assume a person's height from their stride, but not that a person is from Space Mars.

[borrowedtimeandspace]

The Looming Doctor

5. Caught

From this list of gt prompts.

AU: Unknown BAU; Pocketlock

~~~

Sherlock’s ears perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, yanking him out of his reverie. He dropped the food in his hands in shock. The human was right outside, and there was no mistaking that limping gait. How had Sherlock not noticed earlier?!

Faster than Sherlock could ever hope to be, the human stepped into the kitchen in time for the tiny man to shoot to his feet.

Doctor John Watson spotted him right away, and he and Sherlock froze. 

Silent.

Staring at each other.

Sherlock snapped out of it first, heart pounding as he sprinted for the edge of the table.

“He-hey! Wait!” John cried. Sherlock flinched as the human’s voice bombarded the silence of the room and rumbled through Sherlock’s very being. Then the table beneath his running feet began to shake, and Sherlock threw a glance over his shoulder to find John coming closer, his free hand raised placatingly.

All Sherlock saw was hands. Dangerous appendages built for grabbing, lifting, crushing– the most unpredictable part of the human body. Sherlock was decidedly against having anything to do with them and, in his panic, did the only thing he could think to do.

He concentrated, and everything around him fell slightly out of focus. All noises were muffled far into the background, and when he looked back at John, he was moving so slowly that he might as well be still.

Sherlock let out a relieved breath, but kept going, knowing this wouldn’t last long.

Ever since Sherlock was a teenager, he’d noticed a tingle on the back of his neck in certain situations. Dangerous ones, in which it was likely that he’d end up in some kind of trouble. And he found that when he concentrated on it, everything and everyone around him slowed down significantly. 

For just a moment, Sherlock was faster than the entire world.

The catch was, if Sherlock kept this up for too long, he would tire. Growing up training himself to control this ability, he often worked himself into pounding headaches and intense nose-bleeds. He counted it worth it now that years later, he was able to slow time around him on command.

As swiftly as he could, Sherlock snagged the thread on the edge of the table and slid all the way down to the floor. He retrieved his hook and gathered the line before ducking behind the leg of a chair and returning himself to the natural flow of time. Here he could catch his breath and recover his energy.

High above, John sucked in a gasp. Sherlock side-eyed the man’s feet as they shuffled indecisively. Then they and the cane circled around the table in their stilted pace until they carried John to the space between the table and the counter, and Sherlock cursed under his breath. John had cut off his quickest exit. Sherlock couldn’t risk passing so close to the human. He needed a new route.

Sherlock’s eyes darted to a hole in the wall across the room, adjacent to a loosened outlet under a smaller table. 

Just as the human bent to peer under the table to see where Sherlock had gone, the borrower slowed him down again and dashed to the far leg of the table on the diagonal from his previous hiding spot. There he took refuge again, taking a breather from using his ability. Not only were these sprints wearing him out, but it had been ages since he’d used his knack this much. The all-too-familiar fatigue of overuse was creeping up on him.

John Watson had no such impediment. A glance back revealed the doctor straightening in surprise, rising out of Sherlock’s line of sight. This time, John’s approach around the table was much more swift, and Sherlock had no choice but to make a run for the exit without the aid of his ability.

A shadow fell over Sherlock, and he had just enough time to see the mug before it dropped on top of him and trapped him in darkness.

Even with his limp, John was much faster than Sherlock could hope to be on his own.

~~~

John sat frozen on the floor, in utter shock.

The last thing he’d expected when he came home to grab a quick lunch was a miniature man standing on a plate of scones. He could hardly believe his eyes, especially when the little being fell out of focus and became a speedy blur zooming over the edge of the table.

A shot of adrenaline coursed through John, driving him forward to find where the creature had gone. He had no ill will toward whatever it was, but he was too curious to let it get away.

This is what drove him to trap the little guy, but now that he was there, staring at his mug, he had no clue what to do.

It took him a second to realize he was being shouted at.

John could hear light taps against the porcelain of the mug in between muffled outbursts. He leaned in to listen.

“I’m talking to you!” the tiniest baritone echoed slightly in the small space. “I know you’re out there, I demand to be released!”

John stiffened, finally starting to think about all this from the smaller man’s perspective. Chased and trapped by a person several times larger than himself, with no means of escape even with that hat trick of his. To this little fellow, John was hardly more than a giant in his way.

John had always been average height, oftentimes shorter than others. Never once had he ever felt so ridiculously large, frightening, dangerous.

He was already feeling guilty for what he’d done, reaching toward the mug to free the tiny man when his voice rang out again, freezing up John’s hand.

“Answer me, damn you!” Another dull tap against the side of the mug, possibly a kick. John opened his mouth to say something as per the man’s request, but nothing came.

The quietest sigh strained the edges of John’s hearing, and the tiny man sounded a little more dejected when he spoke up again.

“Or at the very least, you could hurry up and get the dissection over with. I’d say the suspense is killing me, but that would be redundant, now wouldn’t–!”

Sherlock’s remark was cut short as John lifted the mug away without warning. He winced in the sudden light and, thanks to the way he’d been leaning on the wall of the mug, tumbled onto his back. When he looked up at John’s hovering face, he found it ashen and full of shock.

“You think I…” John blinked rapidly at the tiny man on his back on the floor, lifting one arm to shield his eyes and feebly defend himself against John. “I...I’d never...” His insistent protest trailed off as the thought of dissecting a living person, no matter how small, turned his stomach. It was a disturbing notion, downright cruel, and John felt terrible for giving this stranger the impression that he’d do such a thing.

He must’ve looked like a monster, crouched on the floor over the smaller man like a predator cornering its prey.

John shook his head numbly, grabbing his discarded cane for support as he pushed himself to his feet. While he still hated towering over Sherlock, he couldn’t keep the man where he clearly didn’t want to be.

“I’m sorry,” John breathed, putting the mug down on the table. He took the long way around to the door out of the kitchen and left without looking back.

~~~

Sherlock remained on the floor for another minute or two after John left. Scrambling to his feet, he stared at the door and waited for the human to come back and catch him again.

But he didn’t.

With a huff, Sherlock combed his fingers through his mess of curls and straightened his clothes importantly as he made his way to the nearby hole in the wall. The sooner he was out of sight in his hidden home, the sooner he could think long and hard about what had just happened.

This human already had the advantage of being over a dozen times bigger and stronger than himself, how dare he be confusing on top of that!